This unexpected announcement came from my best friend Lily as she pushed her way into my apartment.
“You’re WHAT?” I was stunned. She had been with her boyfriend, Mike, for 6 months. They were perfect together but they weren’t ready for the marriage and kids talk yet, I would have known. Lily told me everything.
“Okay. I don’t know I’m pregnant, but I’m late and I’m never late.”
I didn’t know what to say. How should you respond when your unmarried best friend just announced she might be having a baby? Congratulations? From the terrified look on her face that didn’t seem right.
“Wow,” is what came out. I should have been able to do better but that’s all I managed.
“I know. I’m in shock.”
And so our afternoon began with a long heart to heart full of hopes, dreams, and wishes. Not without a few tears from both of us, but the kind of deep conversation you can have with the person you have known for years, who knows you better than anyone else. In the end, we agreed that if she were pregnant the baby would be a blessing and would most certainly be spoiled rotten by our close network of friends.
It was a foregone conclusion.
Ryan would teach him – or her – how to throw a football. He had been the high school quarterback after all and the game still held a special place in his heart, right next to his girlfriend Emily. Emily would buy more clothes than any child would need, making her the best dressed newborn on the east coast. Liz, another member of our friends-turned-family would teach him to use sign language before he ever learned to speak.Her step brother was deaf and she had become quite proficient at speaking with her hands. And then there was Abby. Abby would probably teach her algebra while most kids were learning how to count. She had taught high school math for 10 years. She lived and breathed numbers.
We were a family, and that’s what family did.
“Enough of this!” Lily exclaimed. “We have a party to get you to!”
“Really, we don’t have to. Let’s talk about how you’re going to decorate the baby’s room,” I said, attempting to distract her.
“Oh, no! You’re not getting out of this! You have been in isolation long enough. It’s time for you to get back out there. Jack told everyone at the office this was going to be the party of the summer. There’s going to be all kinds of rich, good-looking men there,” she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“I am soooo not interested in finding a man!”
“You dumped what’s-his-name years ago. It’s time.”
“I didn’t dump him. He was married for Christ sake. “
“Details. You know not all men are like him. I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy,” I replied defensively.
“Really? When was the last time you went out?”
“We had dinner Saturday.” I knew what she was asking but I had no intention of cooperating.
“No, I mean with someone besides us.”
“What difference does it make? I have you guys. That’s enough.”
“You’re going. End of discussion.” With that she pushed herself off the couch and headed to my bedroom.
Reluctantly I followed, knowing it was pointless to argue.
This post is in response to the daily writing prompts Unexpected and is part of something longer I’m working on.
This post is a part of the story about the ex and comes at the beginning of the story, before she meets Clay.