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“Okay. See if you can get an appointment for late Friday. I want to be there.”

Pulling my head away, I look up at him. “Are you going to be able to? You just came home this weekend.”

“Baby.” He breathes. “You come first – yesterday, today, tomorrow, and always. You’re out of your mind if you think anything can keep me from that appointment.”

I’m speechless, so I settle on stretching up to connect our lips in a sweet and loving kiss.

CALLING THE DOCTOR TO make my first appointment is probably one of the more nerve wracking things I’ve had to do lately. It could be because I’m afraid of being judged. I’m not even 22 years-old, and I’m pregnant. I guess that’s nothing surprising these days, but it was never something I planned on happening. Still, I don’t regret it.

“Dr. Medina’s office. How may I help you?”

My voice gets caught in my throat and I need to force it out. “H-hi. I need to make a new patient appointment.”

“Okay.” She answers happily, clicking something on her computer. “Is this for your yearly exam?”

“No. I’m pregnant.”

“Oh. Congratulations.”

I smile shyly even though she can’t see me. “Thank you.”

After a few more moments of silence while she clicks away, she starts asking me questions. “What’s your name?”

“Kayleigh Jacobs.”

“Birthday?”

“November 18, 1997.”

“Insurance?”

I need to grab my wallet and pull out the card to read her my insurance information.

“Okay and lastly, the date of your last period.”

I shift uncomfortably. “Uh, I think in August, but it was really light.”

“No problem. The doctor will just need to do an ultrasound to determine the gestational age.” After she’s finished inputting all my answers, she goes to make the appointment. “Did you have any preferred day or time?”

“Late Friday if that’s possible. My fiancé needs to fly in from Boston.”

“Does 6 PM work?”

I smile. “That’s perfect.”

She confirms my appointment date and time, and I thank her as I hang up the phone. As soon as the call ends, I compose a text message to Holden.

Me: Made the appointment. Friday at 6.

His response is practically immediate. I consider calling him, but he’s probably going into practice and I need to get ready for class.

Holden: Ok baby. I’ll be there.

I miss you and the baby so much.

I swoon at his words. It’s almost comical to me how nervous I was to tell him, when this is how he ended up taking it. I probably put myself through so much anxiety and worry all for nothing.

Me: We miss you, too. Good luck at practice.

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