His Promise

I had hoped for it to be a quick visit, just like I had expected

d thought about how much I wanted to have something of my own. If I had this child I would never be alone, but if I had this child it would

lf was ridiculously much and unrealistic. For me to make

e for the abortion would even be arranged. As each day passed I got more and more attached to the baby gro

elf and wonder if it was more so fear over money. Fear of having to do it alone and fear of not being able to tell Christian in case he calls me names or rejects

e due to the fact of me pulling strange faces after hearing about the process, associated risks and compli

reen, but I couldn’t help myself when I heard a heartbeat. Something inside of me, something w

I was crying because of happiness, I was crying because I couldn’t remember the last time that I had focused

about what life could be like. Yes, a thirteen-week old baby which I did not plan on

the doctor removed the transducer from my stomach I had almost yelled at him to put it back

as he gave me a look of pity. “Don’t be so har

itated and pulled my hoodie over my head. “Oh...so no follow up ap

at way you don’t have to charge me. I could really use that money towards diapers!” I told him a bit too

you for everything, including the free ultrasound but I really have to go now,

ing to d

a mommy and take

with a happy smile on my face but for the first time since I had found out about my pregnancy I could fina

the garage while thinking of ways to get a stable job for my unborn baby but just as I was about to unl

did you go through with the abortion?” He asked me while grabbing both of my shoulders. I shrugged him off me and took a

ard and was afraid of the reason why he might’ve been here.

ut stopped mid-sentence when Marc's eyes got big a

roze up as I ran out of answers. “You were planning on getting an abortion and you didn’t tell him?” Ma

you’re pregnant?” He asked again, but this time he sounded disappoin

e to keep an eye on you until you felt b

now about the pregnancy? Would he have sneaked in my house late at night and seen

d as if he was reading my mind and I immediately fe

asked if he had sent me,” Marc mumbl

e situation but all Marc gave me was a confused look.

on leaving your job so you can

and I definitely agree, men should stay out of women’s business so let’s pretend like the clinic was a donut shop instead, you can report that back to him,” I told him and was a

I was alright because I technically worked for him was one thing, but him stepping up

to help you because that’s the kind of person he is. I don’t know what you’ve heard about him but whatever it’s not true

up before he blinked and shook his head. “That’s not the point

ething to gain. I wasn’t expecting any help from him because I still believed someone like Christian wasn’t exactly waiting for a child from me, but Marc

saw how he grew a smile on his face until

abortion, I promise you, you