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The next morning, I started to feel a huge pain in my stomach. It was so intense that I couldn't even sit in the bed to go to the bathroom. Brendan was lying next to me, his arm draped over his chest and the other one resting under my head. I shook him a little, my face contorted in pain. I called his name a couple of times, but he didn't reply. All I could do was screaming in pain when I had another contraction in my stomach. He jumped straight up and pulled me in his arms. I hit him a couple of times for him to leave me alone, his touch only amplifying the pain. I asked him to take me to the hospital as fast as he could and all I could remember next, was him driving at least thirty kilometers over the speed limit.
When we reached the hospital, a nurse took care of lying me down on a stretcher and taking me to the operating room. I didn't know why, but she asked Brendan to stay behind. He didn't even argue with her, he stayed patiently behind with a worried expression on his face. Then, it hit me. They were taking me away for an ultrasound. I was thrashing around, kicking and screaming for someone to help me out. The only thing I felt next was a little sting in my arm and a few seconds later, my eyes started to close, my head started to spin and all I could see was total darkness.
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Where was I? Why couldn't I see anything? How long did I pass out? Why could I still hear the people around me talking, but couldn't answer them? All I knew for sure was that the pain in my stomach was gone and that my parents were standing right beside me. There was a hand holding mine and it wasn't my dad's nor my mom's. It was Brendan's touch. But it was a different kind of touch. It wasn't the comforting, loving touch that I usually felt when he was holding my hand. It was more like a nervous kind of touch.
It took me a couple of minutes before I could open my eyes for good. The first thing I saw was my father holding my mom in his arms, she was crying, but I didn't know why since I was feeling fine. Next to them, closer to the bed was Josh and Maggie, the both of them wearing a worried look. I turned my head, looking at Brendan who had his head low and his shoulders down. He looked like he had been crying, but I couldn't know why. Before anyone could figure out that I was awake, a nurse walked into the room, politely asking everyone to leave for a while, because she needed to talk to me. When everybody left, she closed the curtains and sat down on the bench where Brendan was previously sat.
''Kaytie?'' she asked and I just looked straight in her eyes to show her I was listening. ''You've been unconscious for five hours. Can you tell me today's date?''
''It's...'' I started, my mouth dry and unable to pronounce words properly. ''It's August 26th.''
''Good. Do you know what happened?''
''No,'' I said honestly, her calm starting to make me nervous.
''This isn't going to be easy for you, but tonight, you had an operation. We didn't have any other choice,'' she stated with a slightly worried smile.
''What happened to me?'' I asked getting more and more nervous.
''Did you miss your period in the past months? Did you feel sick or had stomach aches?'' she asked, trying to hide her worry.
Why would she ask me all these weird questions?
''No,'' I simply answered, thinking that it would be better for the both of us if I just complied.
''Okay, well you do remember having an ultrasound tonight, right?'' she asked and I frowned but nodded, vaguely remembering the converstion between the nurses when I was on the stretcher. ''Before I tell you what we saw, I want to be sure that you will remain calm, alright?''
I nodded again, slowly. Her questions made me anxious and now that she was asking me to stay calm wasn't good at all.
''You had a baby, a boy,'' she simply stated, holding her breath, obviously scared of my reaction.
''What? No, it's impossible! We didn't even... no! You've got to be kidding me!'' I screamed, my throat aching and tears starting to fall down freely on my cheeks.
''Please just... listen,'' she said, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. ''The umbilical cord was around his neck, it was critical for us to get him out. He wasn't at term, unfortunately. He's under observation, but everything seems to be fine. You had an operation, meaning that you'll have to be lying down for a couple days so it can heal properly,'' she continued trying to calm me down with her hand on my shoulder, but nothing could soothe the distress boiling inside of me.
''I need to see my boyfriend,'' I said, trying to stay calm, but it was more and more difficult.
The nurse only nodded and slowly walked out the room. Brendan entered shortly after and he didn't even look at me. I had to admit that it made my heart sink a few feet. He sat down quietly on the bench and I held my hand out for him to take it. He only looked at it with no emotion and shook his head.
''Is that why you didn't want to be with me?'' he asked out of the blue.
''I didn't even know!'' I shouted truthfully, but my words didn't seem to reach him.
''How many times?'' he asked without even considering my previous answer.
''Once,'' I answered, knowing perfectly what he was talking about.
Another nurse entered the room without a warning. We both stopped talking to stare at her with accusing eyes. Therefore, she didn't seem to mind a bit and looked at me holding a pen and some document.
''I need to know who the father is...'' she started glancing at Brendan. ''For the file.''
A picture of Vincent appeared in my head. I knew I had to say his name, but I didn't want him to have any sort of relationship with the baby. He wasn't in a good state. He started drugs and alcohol, according to Jadyn. Anyway, I couldn't hide from him the existence of the baby indefinitely.
''I don't know,'' I finally said, earning a questioning look from both Brendan and the nurse.
She only nodded and got out of the room leaving us in a tensed atmosphere. We couldn't look at each other, we didn't know what to say or what to think. I didn't even know what I would do with the baby. Should I keep it? Should I send him to adoption? In a certain way, it was the best choice since I didn't have the resources to take care of him and the money was missing too. Brendan would certainly not live with his girlfriend's child she had with her ex even if it was by accident. The idea of keeping the baby seemed really inappropriate.
''What are you planning to do?'' Brendan questioned.
''First, Vincent needs to know,'' I started reluctantly, earning a disapproving look from Brendan. ''I can't hide from him the existence of his child. Second, we have to figure out if we keep him or not. Not only Vincent and I, but this concerns you too,'' Brendan gave me a simple nod. ''Finally, I should talk to my parents about our decision.''
''Are you planning on giving him a name?'' Brendan asked, not sure if he made a wrong choice of pronouncing these words.
''I should wait for Vincent, don't you think?''
''Probably. Do you want me to ask your parents to call him or do you want to do it yourself?'' he asked reluctantly.
''Ask my parents... I wouldn't know what to say to him, '' I answered with a semi-confident nod.
