But Who's Counting?

Chapter Seven: "Mamas,"

I'm a cool mom.

Or at-least I wanted to be. It seemed like it was a natural thing for me though but then again people also say having a child changes you. I could go from beginning 'super happy' me to being 'strict' mom like this. I didn't want that. I want my kid to naturally behave because if not, I know I won't have the heart to discipline them. Alexander may, although I haven't seen him discipline Maya but then again, she's not a bad child. I want them to be funny but if they aren't it's completely okay. There are enough Kevin Hart movies in the world to last me. They have to have good grades though. That's something I'm very serious about. Grades. I won't allow my child to be failed by the system. I would help them no matter what. In as many ways possible, I would help this baby. With or without Alexander Parker.

I will love this baby.

I will nurture this baby.

I will protect this baby.

That's one of my new jobs. Forever and always.

I rolled out of bed, lazily. I pulled my phone off the charger and quickly entered the hallway. I made my way to the kitchen before remembering to check my phone for a message from Alexander. There was no reply, still. I frowned slightly before grabbing a muffin out the container and mango slices. I ate while listening to music and waiting for a call or text from Alex. By the time I was done, there was still no contact from Alexander's part. I decided to just drop it and go get dressed for my appointment. If he didn't want to come, or even make contact, that was cool. In a way, I already knew this would happen.

Why would he care? It was a one night stand. This was my fault. It was my faulty birth control that got me here. As I remember, I told him I was on birth control. He didn't wear a rubber because of me. So now, I have to face the consequences.

I can do it.

I brushed my teeth and washed my face as quickly as I could before walking back out and popping a piece of mint gum into my mouth. My eyes lingered over to my alarm clock.

Crap.

What time had I woken up?

My appointment was at 11 o'clock and it 10:45. It would take me at least 20 minutes to get over there. I frantically ran around my room, grabbing some clothing to put on my body. I put a head band on, not caring to redo my bun, and grabbed my backpack. I was out the door by 10:50. I locked it behind me before sprinting down the stairs to the garage.

Finding my way to the car, I unlocked it before hopping in and peeling out the garage.

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After speeding majority of the way there, I made it at 11:08. It was a little busy, so they weren't on to me yet. I checked in, getting paperwork from the lady behind the desk.

Majority of the questions asked if this was my first time being pregnant, my last period, conceiving date, etc. I circled all of the correct answers and gave the packet back to the lady behind the desk. Once returning to my seat, I pulled out my phone.

Still no word from Alexander.

Maybe he was too busy.

Whatever.

"Sophia Matthews?" My name was being called. I stood up and made my way to the source. Standing at the door was a female, dark brown skin and a bun similar to mine on her head. She invited me back into a room before instructing me to grab a moist towelette and pull my shirt up.

I pulled my shirt up and wiped down my stomach before climbing onto the bed.

"Okay, I am Branaé. I'll be doing your ultrasound today. Before we start, Sophia, do you have any concerns? Any cramping? Blood? Have you had morning sickness, yet?"