Third Person

Amy was dreading this day. She woke up at 5:00 to get ready for work but she knew what she had to do first. She grabbed the little white box out of grocery bag and took it to the bathroom. She read the directions on the back of the box and took out the magic wand. “Let stick sit at least two to five minutes before reading results,” she read to herself.

“Dang, that was fast,” she exclaimed. It took less than 30 seconds for the second blue line to appear. Crap, what now. Amy was going to have to tell both Chris (who she now refers to as donor) and her mother, both of which she dreaded.

On the way to work Amy finally called Chris to let him know what is going on.

“Hello?” his dad answered half asleep.

“Tony can I speak to Chris please,” she asked him.

“Hold on just a minute.” He sat the phone down and went to go wake Chris up.

“Hello,” Chris answered half awake half still in his bed.

“Chris I need to tell you something. I’m pregnant.” Amy was very upset at this point and was crying pretty hard.

“Don’t cry,” Chris said, he was trying to sound calm but inside he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want any more kids. He was content with just his first son with Amy. “Come over after work and we will talk about what to do next.”

“K, I get off at 4:00 p.m. so I will be there after that.” Amy said. By this point she was trying to calm herself down and clean her face up so that she would look half way presentable at work. Now, she just needed to figure out how to tell her mom. She decided that she would wait until lunch to tell her.

The day seemed to drag by for Amy. She was hoping that it would take as long as possible to get to lunch so that she wouldn’t have to tell her mother.

Lunchtime finally came; Amy decided that she would grab a bite to eat before making the dreaded phone call. She sat at the table with her best friend for moral support.

“Here goes nothing,” Amy said. “I hope that she doesn’t get to mad.”

“Hello,” her mom answered.

“Hi mom. How are you doing?” Amy asked.

“I’m good, how are you doing?” she asked. She knew something was going on. What was Amy going to tell her? The two worst options would be that Amy was pregnant or if she had gotten fired.

Amy was so nervous at this point her legs and hands were visibly shaking. “Well, I’m pregnant.” She felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders.

“That doesn’t surprise me really,” her mom said “I thought you were going to tell me you had gotten fired.” She knew it why does her daughter get into such predicaments? She could not stand Chris. She knew that he was going to continue to be a dead beat of a dad and she could not understand why Amy was still with him.

Amy didn’t know if her mom was more relieved to know that she hadn’t gotten fired or was wishing that she had gotten fired. All she knew was that she was relieved to have finally told Chris and her mom the news.