Confessions of An Ice Girl

Weeks had passed and I tried as best as I could to ignore James and Paul. I was heading out of the arena when I heard someone running up behind me, "Abby! You want to come out tonight?" Jordyn asked

I shook my head, "I can't...I'm not really feeling well..."

"Oh? You've been saying that for a while..."

"Well, Jordyn, it's the truth. I don't feel like going out. I have to go." I said getting in my car and driving home. I sighed and headed inside. Jordyn was right...I had been feeling "sick" for a while and I had a feeling about why.

I had went to the store earlier that day and got a pregnancy test. I took one from the box and went into the bathroom. It felt like the longest three minutes of my life and my mind was racing. If I was pregnant...James Neal was the father. I didn't know how to react or how he'd react. I stared down at the test as two pink lines appeared "Fuck..."

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I sat there staring at the test, sobbing. What was I going to do? Everyone was going to know what had happened with Neal and what about my job? I felt tears welling up in my eyes again and I choke back a sob as I dialed Neal's number. "Hello?"

"James, it's Abby."

"Hey. How are you feeling? I went out with the guys a bit tonight and Jordyn said you were sick..."

"Neal. Can you come over?"

"Uh...yeah. Yeah I can come over. What's going on?"

"I have to tell you in person. I'll see you when I get here."

"Uh okay. I'm on my way." he replied

I hung up and wiped my eyes. What was I even going to say? What was he going to say? I washed my face to try and get rid of some of the redness. I didn't want James to see I'd been crying. I placed the positive pregnancy test into a plastic baggie. I threw my hair up in a bun when I heard the doorbell ring. James was standing on the other end wearing a Pens hoodie with sweats. He had glasses on and a backwards baseball cap. "Hi." I said stepping aside and allowing him in

"Abby, what's going on. You sounded upset on the phone..."

"James, I...I don't know how to say this..."

"Say what?"

I reached in my back pocket and grabbed the positive test "James, I'm pregnant."

"You're what..." he stammered

"I'm pregnant." I said handing him the test "I am pretty positive the baby is your's." James' mouth was hanging open and he was still staring at the test. "Will you please say something? Anything?"

"I...I don't know what to say..."

"What do you want to do about this?"

"I believe that's your decision, Abby. If you want to raise this baby, I will support you. If you don't want to raise the baby, we can place it up for adoption or I can raise it...If you want to raise this child and want nothing to do with me, I will support that too...if you want to get an..."

"I don't want an abortion."

James nodded "Okay."

"James, what are we going to do..."

"Well, you're only about a month?" I nodded "We have eight more to figure out what we are going to do, okay? But no matter the decision, I will be behind you and support it."

"What about the team? James, if they find out this happened, I'm done."

"We will cross that bridge when we come to it. It's going to be okay." James said

I felt tears falling down my cheeks again, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Why?"

"For dragging you into this. This is going to fuck up your life too...."

"Abby, if anything fucks up my life it will not be this, okay? I will help you. You're not alone in this, okay? I'm not just saying that. I won't high-tale it outta here after you have the baby. If you decide you want to raise this child, I will support you. Emotionally, financially...any way you need me to help."

I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. He pulled me into a hug and whispered "Everything's going to be okay, Abby."

I hoped he was right...

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