"I loved you, Eva Farlow, I loved you. And I guess you never loved me..."
Chapter 16.
"You mean pregnant?"
I stared at Roger's sister, who was leaning against the doorjamb, happily shaking her head.
— No, of course I may be wrong, but I have a feeling you're going to have a baby." Any critical days?
— I'm late — " I said weakly, as another wave of nausea came over me.
Usually for about two weeks every morning I ran to the toilet, because any smell or meal I started to feel sick. But I referred to the fact that this is just a re-acclimatization, because I was in the US for a long time, and then in France.
But now Rosalie's words stuck deep in my head.
— Do you know a good doctor? I want to know if I'm pregnant or not — "I said to the blonde," but please don't tell Roger yet." If confirmed, I want to tell him in person.
"Of course, dear. Rosalie exclaimed, hugging me, " then get ready, we're going to a good medical center right now." I'll tell Roger we went shopping.
I nodded and decided to wash a little to recover.
"Miss Farlow, congratulations, You're four weeks pregnant." a plump, black-haired gynecologist said.
I was rooted to the chair. So Rosalie was right after all... A strange feeling came over me, like a premonition.
Honestly, I was afraid to tell Roger because I didn't know how he would react. Although the drummer was twenty-six years old, I don't think he was ready to be a father any more than I was ready to be a mother.
Rosalie was waiting for me in the car. She was so happy when I told her she was right.
— God didn't give me children, but now I'm going to babysit yours, " she said as she parked in front of the house.
"Why not?" I'm sorry if I'm prying.
— I have one disease, because of which I can not have children. I have already undergone many courses of treatment, but all to no avail. Many men, having learned that I can not have children, just do not perceive me as a full-fledged woman. And I'm nearly thirty, eve! But I hope all is not lost. You would know, how many nerves and means I spent on all these treatment, Yes rehabilitation. Oh, my head is spinning — "the blonde looked out the window —" well, let's not be sad. Soon I will have a nephew or niece, what I am infinitely happy!
We got out of the car and headed for the mansion. Roger, like the rest of the boys, was long gone. There was only a note on the table:
"I left for the Studio, I'll be late.»
I read the note and told Rosalie. The girl ran to the second floor, because she already had to get ready for work.
"Here," she said, handing me a bunch of keys as she descended to the ground floor. Roger's room is on the second floor, third door on the right.
"Well, thank you for your concern, Rosalie. I'm just gonna stop by my friend's for my stuff, and then I'll be back.
"Shall I let you down?"
"No, I have to go to the other side of town."
— Well, I went then, for I am dreadfully late.
The blonde kissed me on the cheek and ran out of the house.
— You're back at last!" Terri yelled, and started hugging me as soon as I was on her doorstep.
"Yes, Yes, Hello!" How are you doing without me? I asked her as I stepped into the hallway.
"Not bad, you know. "You've been fired, by the way," she said, shaking her head.
— And do not care, waved his hand I, still I wanted to write a statement.
— Is something wrong?" Terri came over to me, her eyes wide.
"I'm pregnant," I said quietly, watching my friend's reaction.
- Really? From whom? Terri asked after a five-minute silence.
"From Roger, of course!
— So you've made up?"
"Yes, we're back together," I smiled.
— Well, how did the future Pope reacted to this news?
"Rog doesn't know yet. I only found out today.
After that I listened to an hour and a half instructive story about how I'm only twenty-one years old, and I'm already in position. There's no job, and Roger and I can't get married.
— As soon as he finds out I'm pregnant with his child, he'll ask me to marry him, " I said, picking up my suitcases and tossing them out the door.
- Yes you even life the still not seen! - shouted in the end, Terry, - and already in moms do sign up!
- Watch your life! — in response, I cried, — it is better to be happy for a friend, and you're all nonsense talking about!
As I left the house, I glared at the window, where I could see my friend's bright head. I gave her the finger and hailed a cab home.
Entering the mansion, I barely dragged my things to the second floor. I opened the door to Roger's room and froze.
The spacious room was filled with musical instruments: in the corner of the room stood a drum set, then an electric guitar and a small synthesizer. The big bed, covered with a fluffy black blanket, was huge. Many posters, photographs and letters hung on the walls of the room. In the farthest corner of the room was a large wardrobe, presumably for clothes, and many small chests of drawers and nightstands.
I set my suitcases down by the closet and sat on the bed, sighing. Thoughts began to consume my mind... What am I going to do next? Maybe now Roger and I will get married and live together, raising our unborn child? Or does the drummer not want children and send me for an abortion? I was so frightened that I drew up my knees and sat there for an hour, until the door to the room opened.
Thank you for attention!
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