SEAL's Baby (Navy SEAL Secret Baby Romance) (30 page)

  
 
Doctor Towry was a middle
aged, dark haired, and spectacled. She asked me a whole bunch of questions and
took her time with me, which I appreciated.

“Let’s do a blood test,”
she said at last. “Then we can really determine what’s wrong.”

“I work with kids,” I
told her. “I probably caught something from one of them.”

  
“Hmm …” she said as though she didn’t think that was a
possibility. “We’ll have to see.” Then she turned to me again just before she
headed out of the room. “When was your last period?

“Two weeks ago,” I said.

  
She nodded and disappeared with my information. The moment she was
gone, my mother appeared in the room. “I spoke to Maddie,” she said. “She’s on
her way over here.”

“She didn’t need to come
down.”

“I know, but she wanted
to,” mom replied. “The diner’s close by in any case.”

  
Mom stood by my side as we waited for the doctor to return. She
stroked my hair every now and then and it reminded me of when I was a child and
we visited the pediatrician. I looked at my mother and saw the strong woman she
was but I also realized that she had lived a lonely life after she had divorced
my father.

“You never dated much,
did you?” I asked abruptly making mom look at me in surprise.

“Why do you ask?”

“I was just thinking you
never really had many boyfriends after dad,” I said.

“Once you left for
college, I dated a little bit,” mom replied.

“But no one serious?”

“I realized that I liked
being by myself,” mom replied surprisingly.

“Really?”

  
She laughed and grazed her fingers against my cheek. “Finding love
is a wonderful feeling, but if it doesn’t come your way, why tie yourself to a
man who you don’t love just because you’re scared to be alone? I was in my
forties before I realized it, but at least I realized it.”

I smiled. “Good on you,
ma.”

  
She returned the smile and then her phone started ringing. “It’s
Maddie,” she told me before she answered the phone. Mom told Maddie what room
we were in and a few moments later, the door opened and she walked in.

“Lizzie,” she said the
moment she saw me. “Are you ok? What happened?”

  
“Honestly, I have no idea,” I replied. “I just started heaving my
guts out this morning and then I felt kind of lifeless.”

“Did you catch something
from school?” Maddie asked.

“That’s what I suspect
too,” I said. “We’ll see. They’re running my blood work now.”

  
A minute later Doctor Towry walked through the door with a
clipboard in hand. She smiled at all three of us and I instantly felt better.
If it had been anything serious she wouldn’t have smiled I told myself.

“Did you find anything?” mom
asked immediately.

“Something did turn up,”
doctor Towry replied. “It’s as I suspected.”

“What is it?” I asked
impatiently.

Doctor Towry looked up at
me and smiled. “Congratulations are in order,” she said. “You’re pregnant.”

  
I just stared at her for a second wondering if this was some
strange doctor joke of hers. I could feel the shock wafting off of mom and
Maddie. Their eyes were on me but I kept my eyes firmly on Doctor Towry.
“Excuse me?” I asked slowly.

“You’re pregnant,
Elizabeth,” she repeated again. “You’re almost eight weeks along at this point—”

“Wait,” I said abruptly
cutting her off. “Hold on; how on earth can I be pregnant?”

“Does that mean you were
on some form of contraception?” Doctor Towry asked calmly.

“Well … no,” I said
shaking my head. “But like I told you, I got my period a few weeks ago.”

“Two weeks ago you said?”

“Yes.”

“How was the flow?”
Doctor Towry asked. “Was it heavy or just spotting?”

  
“Well … it was closer to spotting, I suppose,” I said trying to
remember. “But I never have a very heavy flow, in any case.”

  
“Well, pregnant women sometimes do get a small amount of blood,”
Doctor Towry said patiently. “It doesn’t mean anything is wrong. It’s just a
natural occurrence.”

“So you’re saying …?”

“You’re definitely
pregnant Elizabeth,” Doctor Towry said gently. “There’s not even a little bit
of doubt here.”

I just stared at her.

“Would you like a
minute?” she asked thoughtfully glancing at the shock written on all our faces.

  
“Please,” I nodded and she left us to the room again. I glanced at
my mother and Maddie and they were looking at me with a million questions in
their eyes. Apart from the shock, however, I registered another emotion that I
was surprised to see.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing dear, it’s just …
who is the father?” mom asked tentatively.

  
I glanced between Maddie and mom and pulled my eyebrows together.
“Who do you think the father is?” I demanded without understanding.

“Lizzie,” Maddie said
carefully. “Please don’t tell me it’s Paul’s”

“What!” I gasped. “How on
Earth could you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Maddie
said quickly. “It’s just that, I know he’s been trying to reach out to you … I
didn’t know whether—”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I
said cutting her off. “This is not Paul’s baby.”

“Good,” mom said putting
a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. “Then whose is it?”

  
And there it was: I was faced with the truth of my circumstances
and I could barely believe it. I shook my head for a moment. This was the first
time I had to think about the father of my child. “It’s Dylan’s,” I said, my
voice shaking slightly. “It’s Dylan’s.”

“Oh my God,” Maddie
breathed slowly and I felt myself shake.

“I can’t believe this is
happening,” I said.

“Shhh, darling,” mom said
as she leaned in and hugged me. “It’s going to be all right.”

  
I knew she was telling me what I wanted to hear. I could feel it
in her voice. She was as unsure and as shocked as I was, but she had to be the
mother now because I needed her to be. I leaned in to her and allowed myself to
be comforted even though fear was coursing through my body relentlessly.

  
I just lay there against my mother’s shoulder for a few minutes
and then I straightened up, knowing I would have to face this new reality
sooner rather than later. I looked towards Maddie and she gave me a small
unsure smile.

  
“Are you ok Lizzie?” she asked with concern and I knew that all
she wanted in that moment was to know if this news was happy news for me or
not.

  
The moment I realized that I was forced with deciding on the
answer. I didn’t think, I just let myself feel and the instinctive response my
body had … was joy. I let that sit for a moment and then I nodded. “I’m ok,” I
nodded slowly. “I think I’m doing all right, actually.”

“This wasn’t planned, was
it?” mom asked tentatively.

“No, it wasn’t,” I
sighed.

“Did you use protection?”
Maddie asked.

  
I thought back to the last time Dylan and I had had sex. He hadn’t
had a condom on him and I had assured him it would be all right because I’d
just had my period. I gave myself an internal kick and shook my head. “I … no
we didn’t.”

  
“Oh, Lizzie,” mom said looking at me with surprise and I knew she
couldn’t believe that I had been so childish about the whole thing. I felt like
I was in high school all over again.

“What are you going to
do?” Maddie asked.

  
I let the question whiz around in my head a while but I already
had the answer. There was no doubt about what I would do. I knew I was keeping
this baby. It might not have been what I planned or envisioned for myself, but
it was the hand I had been dealt and I was going to take it as a blessing and
nothing else.

  
“What I’m going to do at this moment is go home and rest,” I said,
avoiding the bigger question. “I still feel tired.”

“Good idea,” mom said as
she helped me off my seat and we left the room.

  
Doctor Towry was just outside the room and she turned to me. “Is
everything ok, Elizabeth?” she asked with concern.

“I’m fine, doctor, thank
you,” I said. “I think I’m going to head home now.”

  
“Of course,” Doctor Towry nodded. “I think it would be a good idea
to set up an appointment a little later in the week, though. You might want to
discuss a few things, plus there are some prenatal vitamins you’ll want to
start taking.”

“That sounds good,
doctor,” I said. “I’ll do that once I let this sink in a bit first.”

  
The doctor smiled with understanding and I left the hospital with mom
and Maddie. They drove me to my apartment and I collapsed immediately onto the
sofa. All my symptoms suddenly made sense and that made me feel instantly
better, as though everything was manageable now that I knew the reason for
them.

“Can I get you something,
dear?” mom asked.

“Something to drink,” I
suggested as Maddie propped my feet up onto a cushion.

  
Mom brought me some water and she and Maddie sat around me. I
could see all the questions they wanted to ask but neither one wanted to push
or upset me. They watched me silently, waiting for me to start the
conversation.

“It’s ok guys,” I said
once I had finished my glass of water. “You can ask me anything.”

“Are you going to keep
the baby?” Maddie asked first.

  
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “It never even crossed my mind
not to have this baby. I know I didn’t plan for this, but now that it’s
happened, I’ve never wanted anything more.”

  
Mom and Maddie both smiled at my words. “Well then,
congratulations, Lizzie,” Maddie said fervently as she reached out and took my
hand. “I’m happy for you.”

  
Mom put her arm around my shoulders and kissed me gently on the
cheek. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandmother; it’s surreal.”

“For me too,” I nodded.
“I can’t believe this is happening.”

“So … Dylan?” Maddie said
cautiously. “He’s definitely the father?”

“Definitely,” I nodded. “There
are no two words about it.”

“When are you going to
tell him?” mom asked.

  
The moment she asked the question I felt my insides church
uncomfortably and I knew that I had come to the most difficult part of this
whole situation. I felt another bout of nausea overtake me and I had to stand
up again.

“I think I’m going to be
sick again,” I said as I ran to the bathroom.

  
They tried to follow me but I closed the bathroom door and threw up.
Once I was done, I flushed and washed out my mouth. I leaned against the sink
as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Dylan … he was the father and he
had a right to know but I also knew that he didn’t want a child—not now at
least.

  
He was still a Navy SEAL and his first and foremost duty was to
his country. I didn’t want to disrupt his life and his plans simply because I had
made a bad call in a moment of passion. I recalled the conversation we had had
about Dylan’s dream to open up a rehabilitation center for retired war
veterans. I recalled how his eyes had lit up when he had spoken about this
dream.

  
He had a goal for himself, he was striving for something that he
wanted to achieve on his own. It was born out of his passions, his dreams, and
his life experience and I didn’t want to trespass on it.

  
I knew that if I told Dylan I was pregnant then he would somehow and
some way come down to Bastrop immediately. He would commit himself to me and
commit himself to being a father. He would never make me feel as though he
didn’t want to be there, but I would always know in the back of my mind that
this wasn’t what he had chosen.

  
He had been forced into it. Life had stepped in and made the
choice for him and what I wanted most of all was for Dylan to be able to make
his own choices, free from responsibilities that had been thrust upon him.

  
Unconsciously, my hand fell over my stomach and I tried to
concentrate. I tried to feel the presence of my child inside me. Slowly, I
pulled up my blouse and stared at my belly; it was flat and there was no
indication of pregnancy about me at all. Apart from the nausea, the slight
fever, and the doctor’s confirmation, I might not have believed I was pregnant
at all.

  
When I walked back out of the bathroom my mind was made up and I
knew I needed to see this through. I sat back down on the sofa, avoiding mom
and Maddie’s eyes.

“Are you ok?” mom asked.

“I’m fine,” I said. “I
guess I’m going to have to get used to this. How long does this part last?”

  
Mom smiled. “It’s different for every woman; it could last a few
days or a few months, depending on the pregnancy.”

“Geez,” I sighed. “Did
you have bad morning sickness?”

“I never had morning
sickness,” mom replied. “I didn’t throw up once when I was pregnant with you.”

“Not even once?” Maddie
asked in amazement.

“No,” mom replied shaking
her head.

“Wow, that’s the kind of
pregnancy I’m hoping for,” Maddie said.

  
Then mom turned to me again and I knew a serious question was on
the brink of being asked. I steeled myself in preparation and waited.

“When are you going to
tell Dylan?”

  
I sighed and took a deep breath. “I’m not going to tell Dylan at
all, mom,” I said and I could feel the disapproval waft off of her.

“Lizzie …”

  
“I know what you’re thinking,” I said before she could continue.
“He deserves to know but in this case, I know what’s best for him.”

“You think keeping this
from him is what’s best for him?” Maddie asked with muted incredulity.

  
“He has plans for his life,” I said trying to explain. “He has
dreams and I know him; he’s going to see them through. I don’t want to disrupt
that. I don’t want to disrupt his life.”

“So what?” Maddie asked. “Why
can’t he do both? He can be a father and follow through with his dreams.”

  
“That’s the thing,” I said imploringly. “He doesn’t want to be a
father right now. He told me so himself; he wants time to get things straight
in his head before he can commit to marriage or kids. He’s been through a lot
over there and I don’t think he’s in the right headspace for a child.”

  
“Elizabeth …” my mother’s voice was gentle and soft. “I know you
think you have the right to decide for him, but this is as much his child as it
is yours. What happens if he finds out later? How do you think that will make
him feel?”

“Well … I …”

  
“Do you really want him to miss out on his child’s life?” mom went
on. “Do you really want your child to grow up without a father?"

  
“That’s not fair,” I said defensively. “You and dad were married
until I was a teenager and I still felt as though I didn’t have a father most
of the time. He was never around even when he lived with us, and when he
finally moved out, after the dust had settled, I barely noticed.”