One Night is All it Takes

I sprinted into Jenna's room with tears on the brim of my eyes clutching the 7 pregnancy tests in my fist.
I banged on the door, "Jenna? Jenna can I come in please?"
"Charlotte...yeah come in!"

I ran into the room and hopped on her bed. Jenna was obviously still half asleep when I came in but my frantic yells woke her up completely. I couldn't hold back anymore, tears started flowing from my eyes.

"Char..what's wron-" I could see she made eye contact with the tests in my hand, "oh my god. Are they?"

"Yes" I sobbed through the tears that were now flooding down my face.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." Jenna hugged me and rocked me back and forth. "Whatever you wanna do, you have my support 100% you know that, right?"

I continued to sob in Jenna's arms for another couple of minutes. I was only 26, with no boyfriend, no house to myself, and not even a car. How could I be a mom? And what did Jenna mean when she said "whatever you wanna do?" Does she mean abortion? No. There was no way I could do that.

"Jenna i'm just gonna go into my room, ok?"

"Yes" she whispered, "anything you need- food, someone to talk to, i'm right here."
I slumped across Jenna's bed, through the living room/kitchen/table area and back into my room.

A million things ran through my head. Mom? Could I afford a baby? Was adoption the right thing. In the first hour of knowing that there was a baby inside of me, I knew that abortion wasn't the answer. It's not like i'm against abortion- it's just different when it's inside of you. I think every mom should get their own right. The nonstop stream of tears slid down my face.
The next thing here was adoption. So many people were looking for a baby to adopt. This baby could have a better life with a stable home with a perfect mom and a perfect dad.

Dad. I completely forgot about 50% of this baby. Dad, a professional hockey player who obviously was not looking to settle down considering his appearances at many clubs. Should I tell him? He has a right...right? Yes. He does have a right.

I don't know what surged through me at that certain time but I lunged out of bed and into my closet where I threw on a sweater and jeans and boots. I thought I could make it out of there without telling Jenna but she caught me as soon as I stepped foot out of the room.

"Charlotte, where are you going?"

Before running out the door, I was able to mutter out a single sentence before tears ran down my face again. "I have to tell him Jenna."

I sprinted down the stairs of the second floor apartment and luckily I could flag down a cab pretty easily.

"Where to ma'am?" The taxi driver asked.

"Trump Towers."

A 15 minute cab ride and a pretty expensive fare later I was face to face with his apartment. Floor 10. Apartment number 1056. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't knock or ring the doorbell. All I kept saying was "you can do this charlotte, the worst he is gonna say is no" I already had the plan mapped out in my head. I was gonna have this baby- raise it alone with Jenna and her husband and we would all be a happy family. "No," I thought, "he needs to know."

So with one held breath and a firm knock I hoped for the best. A minute later those blue eyes answered. As soon as I saw them I started crying. I wasn't ready for all of this just yet.

"Hey..Charlotte. Did you leave something here I don't remember finding any- why are you crying? What's wrong?" He asked, completely unaware of the news that I was about to turn his life upside down with.

"Can I come in Patrick?" He looked at me and we still stood in the hallway, "please?"

"Yeah..sure," His hand gestured me into the apartment and I stood in his sleek, modern, unused foyer. "I mean, right now, its not really a good time I have a game-"

"Patrick i'm pregnant." I blurted out and squeezed my eyes shut to prevent me from seeing his initial reaction.

"What?" He whispered. More tears streamed down my face. "Oh my god. Oh my god." His hand rubbed the back of his head and he moved into the living room of his apartment.

"I'm sorry" was all I could make out through my tears. I looked up at him, his face was completely pale. He looked like a ghost. "But listen, I have no problem raising this baby on my own."

Silence. I could almost hear my heart racing. "I needed to tell you. Regardless of my decision you have a right to know."

Tears ran down my face and Patrick got up off of the couch where he was sitting and walked over to me.

"Alright Charlotte." He wrapped his arms around me as I cried into his shoulder. "Look, it's okay shh. Listen, I have a game and I need to leave but I am certainly not done talking about this. So here is what we are gonna do. Stay here, I'll leave money for you to order anything you want. Watch a movie, the game I don't care but I promise you're not alone in this. I'll be back at 11ish okay? Please stop crying, it's okay."

I looked up and nodded. "Thank you Patrick."

Notes

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