Waiting

I sat in the doctor’s office twitching my foot nervously. I had just peed in a cup to confirm that I was pregnant, which a nurse took. Molly and I were left in the exam room to wait. It seemed like an eternity had passed when the doctor finally walked in.

She had light brown hair and thick, black glasses that matched her sensible black pumps. She was wearing a wrap dress in a calming blue color.

“Hi, Faith. I’m Dr. Green.”

Choices

I have my doctor’s appointment tomorrow. And I told Molly a few days ago.

Pregnant or Not Pregnant?

I saw the pregnancy test’s result and started crying. Then I heard Brad start crying. When I looked at him, it was with abject horror.

The Thin Red Line?

“Can you close the window?” I asked Brad.

We were sitting on his couch and he was closest to it. The breeze blowing through wasn’t helping my allergies and I was sick of sneezing. And I was getting sick of Brad, too. Every time I tried to talk about something serious, he changed the subject to his new tattoo or to how romantic it was that we told each other we loved each other over a picnic.

Dr. Zoey

“Wow. That seems so….bizarre.” Zoey said after I told her what happened with Brad.

“Right? It’s like I’ve finally seen his true colors or something.”

Brad's a Bust

The show finally closed but Ed has not offered me another job like I thought he would.