Colette Smith
I tried not to have high expectations this time as paced back and forth in the restroom with the pregnancy test in my hand. As I tapped the plastic object against my palm in anticipation, I tried to calm my breathing and the racing heart in my chest.
I mean what is the worst that could happen. It is not like anyone would know that I took a test today and it says that it is negative. There is no shame in that. It would be my own disappointment...not anyone else's. I am only going to fail myself. Nothing bad will happen.
If it is negative all I have to do is keep on trying right? I mean it may make me a little depressed but at least I still have my ovaries and my uterus...I can still try again.
Why am I so nervous? It is only a stupid test. Come on Colette, you can do this. Stop being such a puss. Get over yourself!
I took a deep breath once again and unwrapped the pregnancy test packaging with shaky hands. Why am I so nervous? This is ridiculous!
It is not like I would die if it turns out to be negative. It is not like it would be the end of the world if it turns out that I am not pregnant. I have done this many times. Too many times to count actually, so this should be routine at this point.
I think somewhere in my conscious mind my hopes for a positive test result was rather high and as a result I am secretly hoping that this is the moment I find out that I am indeed pregnant - regardless of the fact that I keep telling myself that I am not just so that I could miss not being disappointment.
I sat on the toilet and peed on it. Immediately after I got done, I put the cap back on the pregnancy test and waited for the results to show up. Usually, it is instructed that you wait five minutes to see the results but if it is positive, you can tell right away. As the test slowly absorbed my urine, I kept my eyes on the result window, not even blinking. At some point, my eyes began to water but I did not care. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the first line and I jumped up.
I did not have to wait for the second line because I just knew it was going to appear and say that I am positively pregnant. I looked at myself in the mirror, grinning brightly from ear to ear. Out of total disbelief, I looked down and looked at the two lines on the test. I jumped for joy again, screaming quietly in excitement. I ran out of the bathroom and into my bedroom to retrieve my phone. I wanted to wait for my boyfriend to get home so I could see his reaction for myself but I was too excited to wait.
I unlocked my phone and found his chat.
Guess what?
I typed and sent to him. Within two minutes my phone notified me of his response.
What?
He said. I rolled my eyes at his response.
I am pregnant!!!
I bit my lip and looked at the phone. He immediately opened the message and was already texting me back.
You are lying.
I took a picture of the test and sent it to him.
When he opened the message, my phone began to ring. It was my boyfriend calling me. Grinning widely, I answered the phone.
“So does this mean I will have to work more now instead of skipping work to spend time with you?” He said and my heart skipped a beat.
I felt so happy and excited that I already could not wait for my bump to start showing. I already could not wait for the baby to get here.
“Yes, unfortunately. I am so excited and happy! Ahh. I just cannot stop looking at the test, and to think I was not going to check it. Imagine if I did not check then one day I just wake up with a big belly?” I joked and we both laughed at the possibility of that happening.
While I stayed on the phone with my boyfriend, I sat behind the computer and began to G****e things about pregnancies. I knew a little about it, but reading more about what happens during pregnancy, now that I am pregnant seems rather exciting and interesting.
I was still in disbelief that I was pregnant. I was only ninety-eight pounds and I stood at a mere five feet four inches in height. I was quite short. I really hoped that during my pregnancy as it progressed that I would gain a lot of weight. I wanted to have that pregnancy glow and I was really looking forward to it. I did not mind the possibility of having a swollen nose or feet as a result of it. Any pregnancy symptom that I was to experience in the future would be welcomed with open arms.
There is another thing that I had to take into consideration now that I am pregnant. School. At twenty-two years old, I am still a university student. I am scheduled to graduate within a year but that just means that I have two more semesters of school left. I would have to find a way to balance school and a baby simultaneously. Luckily for me, by the time I am ready to have the baby, I would have already completed the prerequisites required for me to graduate. I felt like everything would fall into place once this baby comes around. I was so excited about it all.
I wanted to tell my parents the news, but I also wanted to wait until my baby bump has started showing.
With that thought in mind, I figured that I would take a short nap. It was only Friday, and I did not have any classes today, so with a sound mind, I crawled into bed and fell asleep with ease.
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.) Collette and I had been dating for approximately eight months. Before we became official, we were friends while she was involved with another guy. According to her, he was rather abusive and manipulative. Every time they would get into a fight, she would message me for advice. I personally thought he was not good enough for her, but of course, I did not express these concerns to her directly. I would consistently tell her that she should leave him, but she was blindly in love with the guy, so she did nothing about the poor treatment she was getting from him. I had just gotten out of a relationship when I joined the dating website that Collette and I met on. When we met there, she expressed how she lost all of her friends due to the guy she was dating. She had explained to me that he was concerned about the assumption that both girls and guys wanted to take her away from him. He was so delusional that he did not allow her to co
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I had just woken up from my nap when I heard my bedroom door shut close. I looked around to see Callum entering the room. He placed his bags on the bed before he got onto the bed and laid down next to me.Just then he rolled over to face me before he placed his hand on my belly and rubbed it.“Hey, pregnant lady.” He teased before he lifted himself slightly off the bed to kiss me.I smiled through the kiss and hugged him.“Hey, you. I was impatiently waiting for you to get home to celebrate with me. How do you feel about everything?” I asked him as I played with his hair.I guess it felt good because he laid his head on my lap and closed his eyes.“I am very happy I get to start a family with you. I cannot wait until the
Colette Smith (P.O.V.) I would not say that Callum and I had come very far because we have not. We were rushing things, but I did not care. Personality-wise, Callum is the best boyfriend ever, but I cannot help but think there is more to him than he is letting on. Whenever he is around me, he never gets texts messages; he claims he has no friends and all he does is play games. However, I find it hard to believe that someone who is as attractive as Callum is such a loner, but I digress. I refuse to overthink right now to ruin my mood. We both laid on the bed as we spoke about the pregnancy, baby names, and plans for even more renovation. Our conversation consisted of me coming up with ideas and Callum simply agreeing to everything I said. Even when I would randomly change my mind about something. It annoyed me that he was so indecisive and could never think or speak for himself but if that is the type of person that he is then I cannot change that.
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)While I laid in bed, I watched as Colette excitedly texted my mother. It was not particularly a necessity for my mother to get along with the girls I dated, but it did sure help them feel like they were important to me when they did. Truth is, I really wanted a child. Specifically, a daughter but I cannot necessarily control the outcome, so I kept my mind open for other possibilities. I always had a soft spot for single mothers. As a matter of fact, I had a couple of female friends who are single mothers and before I met Colette, I would help them out financially. I could not explain the soft spot I had developed for them, maybe it has something to do with my mother.My mother was a single parent when she had my sister and me. My dad skipped out on us for another woman, then went on to have children with her and became the perfect father for them. I guess he did not like how we turned out. After my father left, my mother went on
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)As I ended the conversation with Callum’s mother, I got off the bed to go into the kitchen to fix myself something to drink. It was rather hot today and I felt irritated because of it. I did not have air condition in my room, just a lonesome fan that is only good enough to circulate the hot air around the room. I turned the doorknob on my bedroom door and unlocked it. When I exited the room and passed by the bathroom, I swore I could hear Callum talking inside there.I stopped to investigate my suspicions. I pressed my ear against the door in an attempt to try to pick up any noises inside of the bathroom. I know I could just simply open the door and go into the bathroom without knocking first as to catch him by surprise, but I decided against it. Usually when something bothered me, or I had my suspicions about something and I bring this to Callum’s attention, I always felt like he would gaslight me and in turn in the
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Lisa Warden.I would not necessarily say she was my friend, but she always tried really hard to be my friend. She was consistent with her attempts and never took no for an answer. I always tried my best to avoid her, but unfortunately, we lived on the same street so she would often come over without an invitation or notice to hang out with me. Despite my numerous attempts to push her away, she never caught the hint, and she was under the impression that we were best friends.Lisa and I attended the same elementary school until we parted ways when we went on to attend different high schools. Lisa was always the outsider wherever she went. Everyone thought she was weird, including me. I was just never mean about it. When we were in elementary school, Lisa got bullied a lot because of her height. She
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Before I could even escort Lisa inside of the house, she had already started talking my ear off about random stuff going on in her life. She started by complaining about her grandmother and the ill-treatment she is receiving. Then she hopped onto the topic of her financial struggles and now she is talking about her former boyfriend. She is supposedly considering getting back together with him because he has been begging to be with her again. However, despite telling me that this guy treated her really badly, would bully her, and make other girls make fun of her, her justification for giving him a fourth chance is that his d*ck is really big.On that tangent, she began to describe to me how big his shlong is, what it looked like, how good he was at using it, and how it lived up to the expectations of men with big feet. Whilst I tried to have an actual conversation with her this time, I could not get a word in because she was just
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)I watched as Colette left the room, leaving me alone with her boyfriend Callum. I have had a crush on him ever since I laid eyes on him. I never acted on my feelings because Colette is my best friend, and I would never do that to her. At times I could tell that she does not want me around and merely tolerates my presence because I force myself into her personal space. I appreciate her for tolerating me, to say the least. I am a very social person which meant that I had a lot of friends, but they were the type of friends to only be around when things are going well.Whenever I would post on social media about being suicidal or frustrated, Colette would be the only one to message me to make sure I was okay or at least find out what was going on so she could offer some advice. I understand her more than anyone ever could. We were both mentally ill and I think that is where we find common ground to understand each other.Colette
Before I could jump to conclusions, I decided to give Colette the benefit of a doubt. I returned to my car and while I sat in the parking lot of the hospital, I decided to call every hospital in the state.It has been three hours since I started calling multiple hospitals in New York. There are a total of two hundred and fourteen hospital in New York city. I managed to call forty of them within a short distance from Colette’s school, our home, and any other place she could have been in the time of going into labor.None of the hospitals had any record of Colette giving birth. What the actual hell is going on?Is she hiding something from me?I returned home as fast as I could. Colette was in the living room asleep with the television on.I quietly made my way upstairs and I took Kaylin from her crib. I wrapped her in a blanket and made my way out of the house. I then drove back to the hospital.I walked up to the receptionist with Kayl
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Currently I was seated outside on the front porch as I swung the baby to sleep. I looked down on her where she sat on my lap, slowly dozing off into dreamland. I looked at her features and how they changed over the past eight months, and it got me thinking. I would never accuse Colette of cheating on me, but in these circumstances, I was suspicious of a few things.Firstly, her hair color. It looks nothing like my hair, nor does it look like Colette’s hair. My hair as well as Colette’s hair, is curly and wavy, Kaylin’s hair is pin straight. My eyes were brown, and Colette’s eyes were like a hazel brown color…Kaylin’s eyes were so blue you could see the ocean in them. It was so blue it almost looked purple at times. Neither Colette nor I has freckles, yet Kaylin has freckles all over her body.I am beginning to think this is not my kid and I did not know how to go about this. I could ta
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)I made the baby.Those words. That moment. That instant. That day would always resonate in my head. It has been eight months since the birth of my daughter Kaylin Johnson and not a day passes by that I do not think about that day Colette messaged me. I remember that day like it was yesterday.I was in the United Kingdom, London to be specific on a business trip. This trip was not particularly a fun one that would have allowed me to relax and take a break from my busy work schedule. I had just come out of a really tough meeting. Things were not looking good for me at the last minute. Throughout this trip I have been cutting deals really close as I began to teach myself along the way to do business the right way seeing as I no longer had sex appeal on my side. There were times where some of the women that would be present at meetings would make minor advances toward me. I could adhere to their advances, but I chose
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Meanwhile I prepare for the demise of Maria Vergara, Callum has been messaging me nonstop in full panic mode. Last night, when I decided that I would perform the surgery today, I figured that I would ignore all of Callum’s messages and phone calls to make it seem as though I could not be reached. This is to make it believable when I tell him that I went into labor and was unable to contact him because of everything that happened while I was in labor.Eventually I got to the store and while I walked around checking out the various equipment, I regretted my modest decision to not walk into the store dressed as a doctor in a lab coat. I felt judged. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me…or was it my fear of getting caught; the nagging feeling that someone knew something I did not stayed in the back of my mind while I t
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I spent the entire night doing research on performing a cesarean section. Since I got home, I have been studying the medical notes made by other people so that I, myself, would be able to perform this procedure with much success. I would like to think that I could handle this on my own because I am a pre-medical student. This could serve as a test to my future surgical tendencies as a neurosurgeon and I could not have been any more excited. Of course, in the future, I could only hope that my patient would be alive after the operation because my intent now, is that she dies and remains dead. I wanted to order some sort of anesthesia while I prepared myself for the surgery because I felt like I could at least be a little humane and numb the pain for the woman, but I do not think it would get here in time because I have limited time.While I stayed awake last night, studying the instructions to perform a cesarean section on a human
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Eventually, I had to move away in fear of getting called out for my lack of a baby bump. Callum was always at work these days and I usually had to drive myself to school every day but at the end of it all, I would be seeing Callum. However, it has been approximately nine months since I announced the pregnancy, and it is about time I showed up with a bump. Fortunately for me, I told Callum that I thought it would be best for me to stay on campus instead of driving back and forth each day to and from school. I explained to him that this way, I could sleep in more and I would not have to worry about being late to my classes so I would be lessening on the stress I would feel each day.This especially played in my favor because I attended a religious community college which did not allow boys into the female dorms. The onl
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I got a notification on Facebook that I had received a new friend request. I immediately clicked on the notification to check out the person’s profile. It was not odd for me to get friend requests on Facebook out of the blue these days. After announcing my fake pregnancy to Callum, he had been working double time to make sure that I get everything that I wanted and needed just so we would be able to avoid a replay of what happened the first time I got pregnant. This included leaving the job I had, working as Callum’s secretary, and taking my time with school. Where I would usually do a full load every semester, now I do only about three courses per semester. Yes, that means it will take longer for me to graduate but at least I barely have assignments now and I have more time to sleep. My days have been stress free and I am more than grateful for that blessing.I was not even scared or paranoid about leaving Callum to
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)It has been a couple months since I miscarried, and I could not have been more depressed. I was not entirely sure how long it has been because I have been so out of it that I could not focus on anything. I could not help but feel like the miscarriage was my fault. There is not a day that goes by that I do not hate myself a little bit more for losing the baby. Deep down inside, I feel like Callum blames me as well, but I do not think he would be wrong to. I had been undergoing so much stress that I knew was not good for the baby, yet I continued on with my own selfish journey of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Looking back now to all of those times I took advantage of the fact that I got pregnant in the first place, makes this all the more painful because I could have done so many things differently to avoid this, but I did
The pain continued to be unbearable, and I tried my hardest to not scream in agony, but it seemed quite difficult to do so. After a short while, the nurse returned with the painkiller injections, and she turned me onto my side so that she could stick the needle into my butt cheek. Thankfully, it did not hurt at all. Almost immediately I felt the medication dull the pain I felt on my lower back and my lower abdomen. With this relief, I soon fell asleep.I was awoken by a team of doctors who were all surrounding my bed. One of them held a clip board with a bunch of papers stacked onto it and the rest of them were preparing some tools, I would assume to use on me.One of them approached me and stuck a thermometer under my arm.“Keep that in there tightly, okay?” The woman said kindly.I nodded in acknowledgement and did as I was told.“Okay, are you getting any pain right now?” One of the doctors asked.I nodded again.