Page 43 of Screwed

“I could have controlled this. If I had just remembered my appointment.”

“Maybe it’s a sign then. Maybe this was meant to happen.”

“It doesn’t matter. This has happened. It’s happening.”

“I’ll be here for all of it,” she says, resting her head on my shoulder and I smile slightly, resting my head on top of hers.

She laces her fingers through mine and we stare off into space and get lost in our own thoughts.

I can’t stop thinking about how things are going to go now. How much my future just changed.

This pregnancy is going to change everything between us. It’s going to change everything for me.

I just hope that I’m ready for it.