Queen For A Day

I had my first ultrasound exactly five weeks after the guys had left. I’d celebrated Christmas and New Year with both my family and my friends, in a week of full on partying – at which I did not drink or do any drugs at.
Mariah arrived at my house at 10:00 in the morning of the 6th of January to pick me up. I opened the door as soon as I heard the door bell and grimaced a hello to my friend.
“How are you Cali!” Her happy voice came as she hugged me.
“Don’t squeeze me, I’ve already drunk a litre of water.” I grumbled as I pulled away, putting a hand on my belly.
Mariah laughed, “aw Love I feel sorry for you!”
I didn’t see what was funny.
“Mariah do I look fat to you?” I lifted up my t-shirt to show her my belly. I was sure I was showing already but I really needed a second opinion.
“No, you look the same. Why?” She frowned slightly.
“Really though? I swear I look bigger.”
“Nah you’re just imagining it. This is your first baby so it’s not likely that you’d show this early. Now come on, we’ve gotta go.” Mariah jingled her car keys in her hand. We arrived at the doctor’s on time and somehow were called in straight away, much to the pleasure of my full bladder. The sooner I was allowed to pee the better. I was told to lay down on a bed and the nurse squeezed some cold gel onto the lower part of my belly making me wince.
Mariah giggled.
“Ok so it appears you’re about 2 and a half months pregnant, a bit over 9 weeks I think.” The nurse smiled at me. “You’re due about 28th July,”
“That seems so soon!” I muttered staring at the black and white shapes on the screen.
“You’ll be ready by then Cali,” Mariah patted my arm reassuringly, knowing exactly what I was thinking.
“Is that the baby?” I asked, pointing to the screen.
“Yeah,” the nurse laughed, “See this is the head, and – oh! There’s a foot!” she sounded so excited. I couldn’t make out much.
“Do you want to know what you’re having?” The nurse asked without looking at me. Her eyes were fixed on the shapes that were apparently my unborn child.
I hadn’t thought about that. I only wanted to know if Vic did.
“Um, nah I think I’ll talk to the baby’s father before I do. I don’t want to find out if he doesn’t want to.” I told her.
She nodded and smiled. She probably already knew.

Mariah and I pulled up at Fay’s house an hour later. We’d previously arranged to catch up after, since I knew Fay wouldn’t be good with actually being at the ultrasound. Mariah pulled up in the driveway of Fay’s little house that was owned by her parents. We’d barely closed the car doors when my bottle blonde best friend ran out to meet us. She pulled me into a quick hug and then pulled away, staring down at my stomach.
“So do I have a niece or nephew?” She grinned up at me.
“I don’t know yet, I decided not to find out unless Vic wants to.”
“Ugh damn, I really want to know!” Fay rushed to hug Mariah then pulled us both into her house.
“So have you spoken to Vic much since he’s been away?” Fay asked as I plopped down on her couch. Mariah walked to the kitchen to get us drinks.
“Nope, not once.” I murmured, suddenly feeling sad. He doesn’t even care about us.
“Have you tried to call him?” Fay pushed, leaning forward.
“No, not even Mike’s been replying so I assumed none of them wanted to talk to me.” I explained.
“Why don’t you try call him? He might pick up.” Mariah put a glass of water down in front of me and Fay and sat down to sip her own.
“Is this water?” Fay scoffed at Mariah. “Sorry Carl, but I don’t care if you can’t drink alcohol, I’m still going to.”
I rolled my eyes as Fay jumped up and went to the kitchen and came back with a glass and wine bottle.
“Cali, you should call him,” Mariah smiled gently.
Fay took an un-lady like gulp from her glass and leaned back on her seat and nodded.
“I agree,” she made it sound more like a demand.
I sighed, there was no point fighting it. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone and scrolled slowly through my contacts, stalling as much as I could.
“Hurry up Carl! You only have like, three contacts!” Fay exclaimed impatiently. I sent her a glare and touched Vic’s name to bring up the dial pad.
“You’ll be fine,” Mariah smiled encouragingly as the phone started to ring. I held it up to my ear and prayed he would answer.
“Hello, Vic speaking,” his voice rang out. It was then I realised how much I’d missed him.
“V-Vic..” I couldn’t form my words properly. Fay’s wide brown eyes staring holes into me didn’t help.
“Cali?” he whispered.
“Hi Vic, sorry for calling, If you’re busy I can go!” the words tumbled out and I immediately regretted them. He probably thinks I’m deranged.
“Um, just give me a sec,” I held my breath as I heard a rustling sound and then a door close. He came back talking normally.
“So why are you calling? Is everything ok?” He asked. I couldn’t read any emotions in his voice. He sounded reasonably normal, but I don’t have much to base that on, since I hadn’t really hung out with him enough to tell what ‘normal’ is for him. He always seems to have something going on.
“Yeah I just had my first ultrasound, and I guess I was just thinking about you,” I admitted.
“Oh nice, how was it?” I swear I heard him sigh.
“Fine I guess, I didn’t want to know its gender, do you want to though?”
“Um, nah I guess I’d rather it be a surprise,” That settles that then.
“Ok, how’s tour?” I hate this small talk.
“It’s good, look I gotta go, thanks for calling but I’m pretty busy,” he explained tiredly.
“Right, sorry um, talk later then, or not!” I giggled nervously.
Vic laughed awkwardly and said nothing.
“Ok bye.” And I hung up, dropping the phone and putting my face in my hands.
“Why is it so hard to talk to him?! I think I must be falling for him,” I started crying.
Fay and Mariah jumped up and sat on either side of me, holding me as I cried.

Notes

Just a quick chapter.
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Beth xx