Page 4 of How is This My Life? (Shorts)

Elise POV

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye since the news of my little bundle had come out.

I had been adjusting… well? I knew I was excited to be a mom and meet my baby, decorate a little nursery for them, and sort through the millions of name possibilities.

However, I am not looking forward to telling Trevor, having to see him again, possibly forever.

I think I would feel better once I knew if he wanted anything to do with our baby.

Because this was our baby, as much as I hated the circumstances we currently found ourselves in.

He knew what asking for that open relationship would bring.

He knew I wouldn’t be able to do it. That I wouldn’t be able to stomach someone else touching him, him being with someone else.

He was effectively ending our relationship while trying to make me look like the bad guy and the unreasonable one to all of our mutual friends and his family.

And the fact that the woman he left me for was sending me texts and pictures I never wanted, or asked for, was unsettling and something to talk with the lawyer about.

Today was my first day off, and Denise and Aaron were meeting me at the OB office to see my baby, their god-baby, for the first ultrasound.

Then Aaron’s boss was meeting Aaron and me at the lawyer’s office.

Since it was my second appointment, they didn’t have to collect blood work or family history, but I still had to give a urine sample and vitals.

They said the next appointment, they’ll need to collect more blood to be sent to the lab for the genetic testing.

I felt thoroughly poked and prodded by the time my name was called to see the ultrasound tech before seeing the doctor.

It was an effective way to run the office, though, to make sure everything was done before seeing the doctor, as she was the only one at this practice.

Hopping up on the exam table, I had to take everything off from the waist down since we didn’t know how far along I was.

Aaron and Denise waited outside until I called for them to come in.

Aaron took up most of the small room, and with Denise in there, we made the already small room feel even smaller.

I was dying to know how far along I was.

I had heard the baby’s heartbeat last time, but this would be our first time seeing Baby.

It would also be Aaron’s first time hearing the heartbeat.

I swear I was within the first six weeks, but who knew?

My relationship had been so rocky and crazy for nine or so months before it ended, and we had not been having intercourse regularly.

Even on birth control, my periods were always a little off.

Sometimes super heavy, sometimes so light they’d only be going for three to four days at a time.

We had just started discussing the potential of moving to somewhere bigger in a few months when the tech walked in, introducing herself to all of us.

“This is Aaron and Denise. They’re my baby’s godparents,” I tried to explain.

“They’re my support system. My bestie and brother.

” I smiled at her as she looked between me and Aaron, probably thinking Denise was my sister, but daring her to say otherwise.

She just nodded and gave a lukewarm ‘hi’ to both of them before explaining what she’d be doing as she was doing it.

Once she had the wand out and my belly exposed, she began to tell us about trying on my stomach first, but she possibly needed to do an internal exam if I wasn’t as far along as I was hoping to be.

Denise let out a pfft sound and tried to stifle her laughter as I looked at a horrified Aaron.

“I’ll be stepping out if that happens. I just wanna see my niece or nephew.

Not see my sister’s bits.” Denise laughed at him, promising to let him know when it was safe to come back in if we needed to use that option.

The gel was warm, and she began moving the wand around, measuring and taking pictures of various things that didn’t look like a baby.

Denise was telling me what everything looked like, and the tech was either agreeing or telling her where certain things were that they were measuring and why.

After Denise explained that she and I were nurses, the tech seemed to loosen up a bit and seemed to give more information.

“And…” she dragged out the word with a dramatic pause, “Here’s baby.”

And there it was.

My baby, my peanut. The life that was growing inside of me.

It had little arms and legs and a squishy little head.

That was my baby. Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I stared at the screen in awe.

I had never seen something so beautiful, nor had I known that I could fall so deeply in love with someone I’d never met or even talked to.

The love and protectiveness I was feeling toward this tiny being was a new feeling. I wasn’t sure how to handle it.

“I’ll print out a picture for each of you, then?” The tech asked, a smile and expectant look on her face.

“Yes!” We all chorused together, breaking into laughter, wiping tears off our faces.

This little bundle was so loved already.

The rest of the appointment went normally, the doctor encouraging me to read about my changing body, recommending mom groups for single mothers to me, and talking to my besties about being coaches during labor.

“That’s all her. Not me,” Aaron said, shaking his head as he motioned to Denise and me, his lips pursed, “Not for my baby sister.

That…nope. I've got no problem holding my little king or princess after they've gotten all cleaned up.” The doctor gave a good-hearted laugh, shook our hands, and reminded us to stop and schedule our next appointment.

“Yours?” Denise arched an eyebrow as we were heading to the receptionist to schedule my next appointment.

“Yeah. They're gonna need a man to show them the things y'all can’t. Like, how to fix shit and pee standing up. How a man is supposed to treat a woman, and showing the little princess what she should expect from a man. Taking her on God-daddy and God-daughter dates. That kinds of stuff.”

“This is why I can’t wait to marry you and have you put one in me,” Denise flirted with Aaron, pulling him in for a kiss and a hug, as we were walking out of the office.

My next scheduled appointment for two weeks from now, for the genetic testing and a twelve-week check-up.

I couldn’t believe I was already ten weeks into this pregnancy.

Thirty more to go .

I hopped in Aaron’s car and we headed to the lawyer’s office.

I was more nervous about this meeting than I was about finally seeing my little tadpole.

I wanted nothing more to do with Trevor, but I knew the baby deserved a chance to have a father, and if he wanted a relationship with them, it would throw a wrench in my plans of seeing him on the twelfth of never.

I sighed deeply, rolling my eyes internally, and tried to tell myself I could do this for my baby.

I could put up with this cheating sack of shit for the rest of my life.

This was probably the most stressful part of the breakup and the whole becoming-a-mom thing.

“Miss Adams?” We looked at the secretary, “Miss Cunningham will see you now. Can I get you a water or a cup of tea?”

“No. Thank you, though,” I said, standing, my legs feeling weak underneath me.

Aaron was right behind me like the overprotective brother he’d always been since we met.

We followed the woman and walked into Miss Cunningham’s office to see a woman sitting behind the desk and a man sitting on the couch.

I stiffened because I didn’t know who these people were, but I assumed the woman was the lawyer, and the man was Aaron’s boss.

I knew he’d mentioned the name of his lawyer for us, but I didn’t think he’d be here in person.

“Mr. Douglas, thank you for meeting us here,” Aaron reached around me, shaking the man’s hand. “This is my best friend, Elise. She’s like a sister to me and the one who needs some help right now.” He said to both Mr. Douglas and Miss Cunningham at the same time, looking between the two of them.

“Have a seat,” the woman said as she motioned to the chairs in front of her desk. She was a middle-aged woman with a straight, short bob, a no-nonsense look on her face, and a trendy pant suit.

“Tell me what’s going on,” she said, sitting in her chair, grabbing a legal pad and pen.

Taking a deep breath, I filled her in on everything that had happened over the last six weeks with Trevor.

I told her that Trevor wanted an open relationship, that there had been no contact from him at all in the five weeks since I left him and moved out of our shared apartment, and that I had found out I was pregnant two weeks ago.

I also informed her that I had recently started receiving texts and pictures from Tawnya.

“So, what do you ultimately want?” She asked after writing a few things down while I talked to her about what was going on.

“Ultimately? I want him out of my life and the baby’s life.

He doesn’t seem like a responsible party to take care of a baby right now.

I know my child deserves a chance to have their father in their life, but if he doesn’t want to, I get it.

I also want Tawnya to stay the heck away from me.

I don’t need that kind of toxicity in my life. ”

She nodded, asking to see the messages Tawnya had sent.

After seeing the latest taunting texts and accompanying photos of Trevor in the middle of a bunch of naked people having sex, and him doing shots off of some girl's belly and another girl's breasts, all of which were sent from Tawnya’s phone.

She passed the phone back to me, asking me to forward the messages to her.