Chelsea's POV

It is about an half an hour passed 12 in the morning and I am still at where I am NOT supposed to be. I mean who wants to be at their work place I'd you are on vacation?!!?!

I grumbled and folded my arms, "Momma aren't you overreacting? At least a little?" I whined for at least the tenth time. I slouch in the cheap chair I was seated in in the waiting room.

"Aren't you behaving like a child?" My mother fired back.

"Well dang," I replied sitting up straight in my seat.

"Truce!" The woman behind the counter called. Both of us got up and went to her. "Oh hey Chelsea, your mom's sick?"

"No she is," My mother quickly replied indicating me.

"Really? Chelsea doesn't get sick," the woman replied.

"I know that is why I don't know why I am here," I told the woman named Yvonne, "mother," I dramatically turned my head to the person I called and raised my eyebrow.

"What are you trying to prove a point? If you are, it's not working," My mother smartly said.

"Well then..." Yvonne started, "Doctor Mitchell will see you now, just around the corner," Yvonne directed.

We took Evie's orders and went to the doctor's room.

"No sass, got that?" Momma instructed.

I rolled my eyes at momma, "Whatever."

We enter the room and the doctor was all sterilised and ready to go. She had a clipboard in her hand and she spoke, "Chelsea Truce right?"

"That's me," I blandly answered.

"Hello again Chelsea," Dr.Mitchell greeted.

"Hello Denise," I replied.

"You are my patient, you will call me Dr.Mitchell, okay?" Mitchell instructed.

"Yes ma'am," I agreed.

Doctor grabbed her rolling stool and asked me to take a set on the examination table. I helped myself up and she did some simple check up tests. Mitchell went back for her clipboard, "Okay so in the check up and diagnosis when you were with the nurse says that your symptoms has been extreme eating, dangerous mood swings and violence?"

"Yes doctor," my mother confirmed.

Denise looked over at my mother and glanced back at me. "Hmm..." she hesitated and came up to me at eye level. She took my hand to help me get off the table and took me outside the door. "Chelsea are you in a relationship with someone of the opposite sex?" Denise questioned.

"Yes..." I answered feeling suspicious.

"Mmhmm are you sexually active with this person?" She continued.

"Yeah... umm doc where are we going with thi--,"

"Have you to had intercourse in the past few months?" She kept on.

"No and the last time I saw him was March," I informed.

"Oh oka--,"

"Wait," I say in realisation and slight shock.

"September, yes September he came to visit for 3 days. It was a secret though. He got home and greeted me with a kiss and we-- Oh," I say realising what we did after that, "heh heh yes... three months ago. Heh heh, my bad," I smile awkwardly.

Denise raised her eyebrow and and invited me back inside. Denise took a a urine bowl and handed it to me. "Take that and give me a sample," she demanded. She walked out the room writing observations and necessary information on her clipboard.

I glance at the tray and look back up at momma, I sigh, "I'll be back." I head out the room, went to the bathroom, took the sample and returned.

I came back just in time for Mitchell to return, "Perfect! Thank you!" Denise said snatching the urine sample from me. She went in the testing room and stayed there for a while.

I sit down in one of the seats and nervously tap my foot on the ground. "Honey what is she doing with that?" My mother asked.

"I think she is taking a pregnancy test," I say in fear.

"Oh that's great! But why do you sound so worried?" Momma asked concerned.

"Because... because I don't think I'm ready," I answer.

"Ready?"

"Ready. I don't think I'm ready to be a mommy Momma! I mean look what I put you through, I don't know if I could be as strong as you were. What if it comes back positive? What do I do next? Michael would be overjoyed but what about me? I'm a nurse! I don't have time to be pregnant, I definitely don't have the energy to be pregnant and work as well! Ugh Momma help me please," I beg.

"Aww you sound like me when I found out I was gonna have you," my mother cooed.

"Not the time Momma!"

"Aww just stay calm, because you are gonna be the best mommy out!"

"Okay I'm back," Denise announced as she came back in the room. My mother's words calmed me down a bit and I braced myself for anything Denise was gonna say.

"Yes doctor," I reply.

"So I visited the testing room and I took your sample and did a maternity test with it and it came back...positive. Congrats Ms.Truce, you are 3 months pregnant," Denise informed with a warm smile on her face.

I swear my mother and I both stopped breathing at the same time and then we finally spoke, "I'm what now?" I asked first.

"For how long???" My mother asked at least a second behind my question.

"You are carrying a child Chelsea and for 21 weeks ma'am," Denise clarified.

"Oh, okay, like conceived in September," my mother rambled.

I feel a shock of guilt surge through my body from the reaction of my mother and her not knowing what happened.

"Thank you so much doctor, you were a big help," I quickly say, "Come on momma let's go."

"Three...months...September...how?" Was practically the only thing my mother repeated for the rest of the trip back home. This is not only gonna be a long drive but a long day for a long story.

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Well that happened lol hahaha. Dan I'm murdah late on these but Christmas is soon here so watch out.

Hope you enjoyed.