My mouth falls open in shock.
“Are you serious? God, he’s such a creep. I only went once on a date with Willy because he wouldn’t stop fucking asking. It was drinks only, and it was so horrendous. I had such an awful time. Ugh! What a fucking loser!”
She smiles sympathetically. “Why did you go out with him, anyways?”
I sigh, exhausted from vomiting and all of this anxiety.
“Because I had to! Willy Disdale a name partner at the firm! And Randall… well, you know what happened there. After our first date, he just kind of bailed on me. It was like I never existed.”
She nods and rubs my back sympathetically.
“I know. That was a hard time for you.”
Tears begin to well up in my eyes.
“I know,” I say in a small voice. “I still feel awful about it too. I mean, I practically said ‘I love you’ on our first date, but I guess to him, I was just a romp in the hay. Serves me right.”
“Hey hey hey,” says Petra in a soothing voice. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. He was a hot doctor who swept you off your feet. Any girl would have felt the same.”
I sniffle because the truth is that my heart nearly shattered into a million pieces when Randall didn’t call me again. I thought we would definitely be an item after our one night together, but he never reached out to me. I thought about calling or texting him a few times, but my nerves got the best of me. Plus, doesn’t it seem a little pathetic to contact a guy who so obviously doesn’t want to hear from you? I forced myself to stay strong, even though it took all my self-restraint.
But still, I hurt so bad because Randall was absolutely perfect. I would do it all over again if I could. I wouldn’t change a single thing, but the long and the short of it is that he’s done with me. It’s been two months since that fateful night, and as far as I know, he’s banging every pretty girl in the exam room.
I swallow hard. It’s been difficult and there were many sleepless nights. But I had to move on, so after complete silence from Randall for about a month, I decided it was time to continue with my life. I tried to go out on a few dates, but no one really appealed to me. There’s no one even remotely close to Randall Monroe in our little town, and I felt so disheartened from that realization that I actually went out with Willy Disdale.
It was the biggest mistake of my career.
The date was horrendously awful. Willy was so cocky and arrogant the entire time, talking only about himself and not even asking me any questions about myself or my life. I had to listen to him talk about how he was the star of the baseball team in high school and how he “pulled so many bitches” every weekend they won a tournament. That’s not exactly the type of thing you want to hear on a first date with a man.
But I forced myself to smile the entire time because I didn’t want to get fired. After drinks, I managed to excuse myself, pleading period cramps. Willy bought it, nodding his head in a queenly fashion and saying that I should take care of my “womanly issues.” Fuck that. It was one of the worst nights of my life and I sincerely regretted spending any time with him out of the office.
Even worse, when I got home, all I did was throw myself on my bed and cry at the memories of Randall again. Dr. Monroe made me feel warm and mushy inside. He made me feel safe and secure within myself and with him. I felt like I was on fire, as if my entire body burst into flames every time his fingertips brushed my sensitive skin. His laughter brought me peace, his voice brought me solace, and his smile brought me joy. I’ve truly never felt so happy and so connected to someone in a long time, if ever.
But of course, that’s long gone now.
“Oh, my God,” Petra whispers, staring at the pregnancy test on the edge of the white sink. “It’s positive.”
I snap back to reality and follow her gaze. Sure enough, the pregnancy test is positive because there are two vibrant pink lines in the window. My heart drops to my stomach and I instinctively grab the next unopened test.
“It could be a false positive, right?” I try to reason with Petra, but the nod she gives me is unconvincing. I might as well take another test to be sure.
The second test comes back positive.
The third test comes back positive, too.
“Olivia,” Petra begins as I place the third and final test down on the edge of the sink. “You’re going to have a baby. You’re going to be a mom.”