As Tiffani sat in the waiting room, awaiting the results, she couldn't help but think of what she would tell Aaron if she was...well if she was pregnant with his child. She was only eighteen, almost nineteen and in her first trimester of college. Tiffani really didn't want a baby. She didn't need it. She couldn't afford it. She only wanted was to be married to Aaron at the most. Not to have a child and not have a husband to help. As she stared into the blank space, looking into nowhere, she couldn't help but think that maybe if she was pregnant, that she would learn from it and become a better person or something. Tiffani was a very religious person, but she still had some doubts. Then, her staring was off, when a hand went on her leg and a familiar voice came in her head. "Tiff. They have the results." Said the voice. She then, was in the waiting room again and facing Dereck. Dereck was her best friend from diapers. Literally. Dereck was always there for her, through thick and thin. Aaron was always jealous of Dereck, for he knew more than Aaron did. As Tiffani smiled at him, she thought about Aaron and what he was doing. "Thanks. Wish me luck." She commanded with a stern voice as she got up and walked over to the nurse, who took her into a room. Once in the room, she heard the familiar footsteps come into the room. It was Dereck, of course. Dereck was like a brother to her, but a little bit more. She always had feelings for him, but she never told him. Little did she know, Dereck had feelings for her, too! "Sit there and the doctor will be here in a few moments. Get comfortable." The nurse instructed, sitting down in the chair. "Okay. I need to ask you a few questions. So, go ahead and lay down." The nurse, suggested, coming over to her with a stick in her hand. After a few minutes of testing and making sure that she was healthy, she finally was done with the Physical part. Now, the questions about life. "This the husband?" She asked, checking Dereck out. "He's cute. Good choice." Then, Tiffani quickly interrupted. "He's not my husband. Don't have one. Dereck is just a really good friend." She explained to the nurse, mouthing a sorry to Dereck. "Oh. Just a friend. Right." The nurse smiled, then suddenly shot up when the doctor came in. "Good news. You two are gonna be parents!" The doctor shouted. The next minute, it was black and dark.
The next hours were in total unconciousness, but she awoke at her house, with Aaron wiping her face with a wet cloth. As she sat up, she noticed something square and big. She turned her head and realized there was more than one and they weren't presents. They were duffel bags. HE WAS MOVING OUT?! As she turned her head over a little more, she saw Dereck with a solemn look on his face, then turning to a glare as he glanced up at Aaron. "You shouldn't do this, Aaron. Not to your pregnant girlfriend." Dereck explained, harshly. "I moved out on Cynthia, didn't I? If I can do that on an eight month pregnant woman, I can do it on her." Aaron lectured, staring at Tiffani. Tiffani was now hurt inside and outside. Dereck walked over to her and gave her a glass of water, which she greatfully took. "I'm leaving. Good luck and don't ever contact me. Never." Aaron scolded, grabbing his things and leaving the apartment. The next hours were spent over the toilet or on the floor, sobbing. She couldn't believe that One): She was pregnant and Two): He left her in a very vulnerable part. She just couldn't believe all of this was happening to her. She was the valedvictorian. She was said to be the most promising person at the school, next to Dereck. The next few months were a haze. The next time she would not be in a haze was when she was seven months pregnant.
Dereck came into the house, smiling as he carried some groceries into the home. As he passed Tiffani, he kissed her on the forehead as he always did, then went itno the kitchen to put the groceries away. Tiffani tried her hardest to get up, but her belly was too big. Right when she was about to give up on getting up, Dereck was pulling her up. "There. Need anything?" He asked, sheepishly. "No. I just need pickles." She smiled, putting her hand on his face as she walked past and went for the Gigantic jar of Pickles. "Mmmm...I love having this kind of baby in me. This baby must be a pickle lover, just like its mommy." She told herself as she sat herself down in front of the television. She grabbed the remote and escaped to her Soap Opera's, as she had done for the past six months. As she turned her head, she didn't hear the television anymore. She just saw Dereck's face. "Tiff. I know you went through some painful things, but you need to get over it. Look at you. You've stopped putting on your make-up and stopped doing your hair. You're a mess. And that's coming from a best friend." Dereck lectured, softly. He put a mirror in front of her. "If you were my friend, you would let me get to my Soap Opera. I'm missing where Carrie and Kelly fight over Josh." She scolded, waving the pickle at him, letting pickle juice splash on him. "NO! I won't allow it. I'm not going to watch the person I love just...become a couch potato!" Dereck screamed back. Suddenly, the world stopped to Tiffani. Did he just say that he loved me? She thought, turning her head to him. "Yes. I love you. More than a friend. If you wouldn't have been so ignorant, you would've seen that since Aaron left." Dereck explained with a cold glare. Tiffani didn't know what to do. It was really hard for her to think of love, since love betrayed her. What should she do?
TO BE CONTINUED....
