Part 12

Paul left town the next day with out even calling to say goodbye. Everything was falling apart. Everything but the wedding plans which were all in order and over the following days, I started to forget about everything and actually get excited about the whole event.
Jen didn't ask about the pregnancy test� I think she got caught up in all the excitement of everything and completely forgot.

"Nearly there honey� looking forward to being Mrs. Ferguson?" Tim asked me one day whilst I was in the shower getting ready to go out.

"I surely am" I said trying to sound cheerful, seemingly successfully.

"Hey what's this?" He said looking towards the bin in the bathroom, which I hadn't emptied yet. I knew exactly what he was talking about and jumped out of the shower, and snatched it out of his hand before he could look at it.

"It's nothing"

"Looks like a pregnancy test to me� Something you haven't told me???" He asked with a big grin on his face as if the news of my having a baby would make him so incredibly thrilled that he would take off.

"No� It's not mine� It's Jen�"

A pang of disappointment shot across his face and he slumped slightly.

"Oh� well� is she pregnant"

I took this as a cue to be cheeky and cover up that anything was wrong. I grinned, and moved over to him putting my arms around his neck.

"Well I can't tell you that can I� You'll know if she starts getting fat" I said and he smiled again and kissed me.

"I've got to get dressed"

"Awww why!"

"Because we're meeting your parents in half an hour"

"Shit� yeah I forgot about that� you make me forget about these things�"

"Well perhaps you should punish me later"

And the rest of the evening went on from there. He went in to the kitchen and got himself a drink whilst I got dressed and sighed at my effort to cover the whole thing up. I put the pregnancy test in a bag of rubbish that had to be thrown out on the way to the car.
I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed again.

"What am I going to do�" I asked myself quietly and headed out of my room, and out of my apartment.

part 13