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apprehensive, especially after I’d learned that the ultrasound today was not like the ones on TV, but those feelings were gone.
    Dr. Eaton pulled back and put the wand to the ultrasound machine down, and the image of my baby disappeared. He pat my knee and gave me another grin. Dr. Eaton was incredibly attractive with his perfect blonde hair styled so it was sticking up purposely on his head. His green eyes glimmered when he gave his boyish, yet very sexy, smile.
    “So, January 31 st is our tentative due date. I want you to keep taking your vitamins and up your water intake. You have my list of do’s and do not’s. I want to see you again at twenty weeks and we can take measurements of the baby and maybe poke around for the gender.”
    I smiled at him and nodded my head. “Okay. That sounds great.”
    I scheduled my next appointment for the end of September, just a couple of weeks after the wedding. Before I turned to leave, the receptionist handed me a little black and white photo of my baby, and I stared at it for a long moment before thanking her.
    When I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment, my happy high still hung over me. I sat in the car for a moment and rubbed my stomach gingerly. It physically didn’t feel like a baby was in there, but I knew there was. A little life was tucked away safely and suddenly all of the plans I’d ever made had gone out the window. The weird part was I didn’t care. I didn’t care that I wasn’t going to be a lawyer, senator, or president. I didn’t care that I wouldn’t get to backpack through Europe before I was thirty. I didn’t care if I had to work at McDonalds for the rest of my life. All I cared about was making the best life I could for this little baby.
    I walked into the apartment and immediately went to Sydney, so ready to tell her my news that I felt like I could burst. Her car had been in the parking lot even though she should have been at work, so I was really surprised when her room was empty. I let out a disappointed sigh and frowned at the empty space. I went into the kitchen to grab a drink and I decided I’d tell both girls at once, maybe inviting them out to eat for dinner. I had just settled on the couch when my phone rang. Seeing it was Sydney, I picked it up quickly.
    “Hey Syd,” I greeted her happily.
    “Hey, are you home?” Her voice sounded tired and rough, and I was immediately worried.
    “Yeah… What’s up?”
    She paused for a minute before responding. “I’m at Linda’s. Do you mind coming to get me?”
    “Ah,” I said as I stood to put my drink back in the fridge. “I was confused when I saw your car here this morning but you weren’t. What are you doing at Linda’s?”
    “It’s a long story.” Her voice sounded defeated and I moved quickly to get out the door. “I’ll tell you when I get home, okay?”
    “Yeah. I’m on my way.” I hung up as I made it to the car and pulled out to head towards Linda’s. Sydney meeting David’s daughter hadn’t gone over well, and she had tried to end things with him as she let her fear of commitment overpower her. She had come home from his house the morning after a mess. I had never seen Sydney look so terrible and so depressed. After her and I had a heart-to-heart, she had attempted to fix the relationship she had walked out on, but David wasn’t letting her back in easily. It had been three days since she had talked to him, and I knew it was starting to get to her.
    When I got to Linda’s, Sydney immediately came out the door and climbed into my car. The smell of stale alcohol filled my car as she grabbed my other pair of sunglasses out of the glove box. I felt the saliva rising in my throat and I had to swallow to keep from vomiting.
    “Jesus, you look like shit and you smell like you bathed in alcohol.” I tried my best to breathe out my mouth instead of my nose and subtly cracked a window.
    Sydney leaned her head back against the seat. “You’re not too far