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revealing Caleb. Seeing me, he wavers. "I was wondering whether you might want to show me around."
    A grin illuminates Nikki's face, she hops up off the bed. "My pleasure."
    I need to go and get the results from the doctor. Despite the fact that I know what the result will be. Grabbing the telephone. I call to check whether I can get the test results as opposed to gallivanting to the surgery. To my disappointment, they want to see me. Pulling on my most loved jeans and a tank top, I quickly freshen up and make my way out the door.

Chapter Five
     
    Isabelle
     
    “Miss Taylor, the doctor will see you now. Please go to room three.”  Anxiety crashes over me, my body overwhelmed by stress. Will they look down at me for the father not being present?
       Taking a deep breath to quiet my nerves, I raise my hand and tap on the door. On the request to enter, I delicately push it open.
      "Hello, Miss Taylor. Might I call you Isabelle?"
      "Isabelle is fine," I react, gesturing with my head.
      "Try not to look so anxious, Isabelle. Everything will be fine. We got your test results back. I'm happy to say, you're pregnant. Congratulations." Shock pummels into me. It feels more genuine, having a medical professional let you know. I'm not certain how long I'm sat gazing into space, but the doctor pulls my attention to him. “Are you okay, Isabelle? I know it can be a shock to the system, but there is no reason to worry," he rehashes. "We have to discover how far along you are. I'm going to send you to the hospital for a routine scan and book you in to see a birthing specialist. Is that alright?"  Everything appears to be a blur. By one means or another, I end up in the car, making a beeline for the clinic. Shock has grabbed hold of my body, my life feels as if it's on quick forward while I'm still amidst to it all.
    "There's your baby, Isabelle."  Bewildered by the photo on the screen, I try to pull my eyes away but it’s impossible. There's just a little blob to be seen yet listening to the heartbeat is amazing. That is my child. Our baby. Josh, if you're looking down on us, meet our child. Can you hear the heartbeat? God, Josh, I wish you here, with me. "It can be overwhelming." Understatement of the century. In a trance, I attempt and take in the relevant information yet my mind can't grasp what is being said. "I would say you're sixteen weeks pregnant. We will require you to return at twenty weeks for a checkup. You can also find out the sex of your child if you wish at that time." Expressing gratitude toward the medical caretaker. I make my way out to the car yet I don't feel like going home.
    Not certain where I’m headed too, I drive aimlessly for a few hours. Pulling to a stop, I look out at the endless of mountains before me. Will my child be alright? What am I going to do for cash?  Despite everything, I must tell mom and father.
      Deciding now's the best time as any, I pick up the phone and search Dad's number. He will be easier to deal with. 
    “Hey, baby girl, you okay? How are you coping? How’s everything with the house?” I can't resist the urge to grin. Listening to Dad's profound, quiet voice has me relaxing.
    "Hello, daddy. I need to tell you something."
    "Why are you so anxious? You know you can tell me anything, spit it out." Alright, here it goes. "Daddy, I'm pregnant."
    There's a long delay, Please say something. My mother begins hollering in the background. Crap, I must be on loud speaker. "Did she say she was pregnant?" In contrast to that loud question, Dad has gone quiet.
    "You better be joking, young lady," Mom proceeds, "what about your degree? How are you going to manage the cost of an infant? You can't depend on us." I don't react. She's right. What am I going to do? "Well, how are you going to do any of the things you planned? Anyway, who is the father?” Did she really ask that? My hand clenches in my lap, my knuckles turning white. How can she possibly not know who the father is?