You reap what you sow... A lesson in Love.

Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Nikki sat nervously on the edge of the table awaiting the doctor's reponse. Lately, she hadn't been feeling like herself. Mornings were the worst. She'd wake up completely exhausted and just yesterday she found herself having an intimate conversation with her toilet. So, here she was inside of clinic, legs dangling from the table, dressed in a paper gown. SHe heard a knock on the door and the doctor slipped in. The doctor was a middle-aged indian woman. Her name plate depicted an unpronounceable name, so Nikki didn't even try. She glanced up at the doctor, while trying to hold her gown in place over her freezing breasts.
"Well, seems as though I've found the problem", the doctor said. Nikki listened intently as the doctor began, "You're going to have a baby Miss". Nikki fell into a deep shock. "I'm going to have a baby?", she asked. "Seems that way, infact you're about 4 months a long", the doctor replied. Nikki didn't understand. She sat there thinking.... deeply. Had it been almost 4 months since she's seen him? Can't be, but then again, it had to be, for there was no one else. She felt sick and didn't know what she would do. Would he believe her? Would he be there? She did the only thing she knew how to do, she sent him a text message that simply said: I NEED TO TALK ASAP! WHENEVER YOU"VE THE TIME I'D APPRECIATE A CALL OR MESSAGE BACK! THANKS, NIKKI

Within in minutes she had a response. "HE" asked her what's up? How could she tell HIM, this person with whom she's spent countless nights declaring her love for. This same person who'd expressed his desire to venture outside of their once solid commitment just months before. She remembered the day vividly now as she listened to the doctor rant on in the background about her options and inquire if she were married or not. As the doctor's voice slowly faded into the darkness of her imagination, she was there again... in his room. She could see him sitting on their bed. He looked beautiful.... " I need to tell you this now", Jason said firmly. " I really don't know how to say this, but I think we should see other people. I mean, I'm just not happy anymore. Ever since you moved here from Georgia, it's different. I know what you're thinking, but there isn't anyone else. I just need to get myself together." his voice trailed off during his last sentence. Was she dreaming? Did her Fiance' just break up with her? She stood there silent for a moment and then the tears began streaming. She'd moved here for him... and her art as well. Sure she wanted to paint and New York was an excellent place to start for a young starving artist, but ultimately it was all for him. She hesistated before saying, " What about this ring? Does it mean absolutely nothing now?". She was furious. 3 years she's struggled with him and sure they had their ups and downs, but at the end of the day, it was the two of them together. ALWAYS. Jason said nothing. He just held his head down and whispered, "I think it's for the best, Nikki. We're too young for this. I've never been able to date without the pressure of a relationship. I love u and I always will, but I'm NOT in love with you. I think you should leave as soon as your able". He can't be serious. She has a 4 year old daughter to think about. He's the only father she knows. How will she explain this to Aubrey. She adores him. Her next move was one out of pure desperation. Before she knew it, she'd picked up a painting she'd been working on for 3 months.... it was an ode to their love.. something special she was going to give him for his birthday. She threw it at him, she screamed and through the tears she began throwing anything she could at him. He ducked and dodged her frivolous attempt to expell her anger.... "STOP!", he yelled. He finally reached her and grabbed her. Tears flowing freely from his own eyes, he looked her straight in her own and said, "It's over, I'm sorry". That was the last time she'd seen him.... 4 months ago... "SO, I will need to refer you to an OB-GYN ASAP!, you will need prenatal vitamens and"... the doctor's voice forced her back into reality. She quickly typed: I'M PREGNANT. 4 MONTHS TO BE EXACT. THERE HAS BEEN NO ONE SINCE YOU. He responded: I DON'T THINK "YOU" SHOULD HAVE IT. IT WILL ONLY MAKE MATTERS WORSE. WE ARE NEVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER AND I AM NOT INTERESTING IN HAVING A FAMILY WITH YOU. ...... She read it twice. She couldn't believe the coldness of his reply. She sat there for a long moment and cried. What would she do? The last piece of their love lie deep inside of her belly. How could she terminate something so pure?

TO be continued.......