Gwen was the model daughter for seventeen years until an event takes place that changes her life and the lives of those around her. Unsure of the father to her unborn child she wonders whether she is cut out for parenthood... but the real test maybe when the father is revealed. obooko.
It isn’t possible. That was the first thought that went through my head. To be pregnant meant you had to have sex. I had never had sex. I looked at the doctor like she was some kind of moron.
“Look, I can be pregnant. I am a virgin.” I laughed.
The doctor looked at the test results again and then looked back at me with a mix of confusion and calm patience.
“Miss Bower, I know you are young and this is scary for you but please understand. Just because you say you aren’t pregnant doesn’t make it true. I check these results over and over again and they prove that you are about two months pregnant”.
I stared at her, “Look doc but I am not three years old, and I am seventeen! I know where babies come from. I know that the stalk doesn’t drop them off at mummy and daddy’s doors. I have never, ever, ever had sex. I would remember something like that”
The doctor swivelled around in her chair and looked at me face on.
“Sweetheart, have you been to any parties or have you been out drinking with friends? Because it is possible if you don’t remember something it might have happened then.”
Gwen sat there looking at the doctor but only seeing a very distant memory. About two months ago her best friend had had a huge party and not many people remembered the next day. Including Gwen. I could feel the room getting smaller, things were getting blurry and she could feel the perspiration on her skin. Holy mother of chocolate; I was pregnant.
“Um, wow”, was all I said. Of all the things I had thought may have gone on that night, this was not one of them. This was as far away from all of them. I had had sex. I hadn’t been a virgin for over two months and I hadn’t even known it. Well, not many people could say that, I thought. obooko.
The look on the doctor’s face was now one of understanding. She reached over and put her hand over Gwen’s.
“Ok, sweetie, you don’t have to panic. There are options that you….”
“NO!” I yelled, cutting the doctor off. “No, I don’t want to kill my baby. I screwed up, literally, not her” I finished quietly.
The doctor looked at her with a fond smile.
“Ok, then. I think that for the time being, you should stay home from school for a few days and think things through. You should let your parents know. They have been through a pregnancy before and could help a lot” she replied.