Second Chances

I stood waiting outside for Mom to pick me up.

The news of me being pregnant with twins is still not being sunk in my mind.

I’m going to be nervous to tell Mom.

And it will be very difficult to explain to Zayn.

One child is enough.

But two?

I’m literally stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Mom’s car pulls up into the maternity clinic.

I get off from the bench and make my way over.

“How’d it go sweetie?” Mom asked driving away.

“It was good.” I mumble.

“Are you doing okay? Did the baby grow.”

My eyes widen.

“Oh yeah. It grew. It grew too much.” I say casually.

“Is everything alright Ana?”

“Everything’s fine.” I shrug.

“Are you sure? You look real gloomy. And your voice is weak.”

“I’m just tired.”

“Well we’re almost home.” Mom says coming to a red light. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Yes Mom?”

“I’m going to be going out of town for this week. My job is sending me to evaluate at another hospital.” She says.

My Mom is an administrator for the hospital she works at.

“That’s fine. I’ll be okay.” I say.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

-

I help my Mom pack her bags when we arrive home.

She is allowing to let Zayn stay over while she’s gone.

But I don’t think he’ll want to stay once I tell him we’re having two kids.

“Be careful sweetie. I left you some money on the counter, the kitchen is stocked with food, the bills are paid, and I have a responsible daughter.” Mom says kissing my forehead.

“Yes. You do.” I smile.

“When will Zayn be here?” Mom asks rummaging through her purse.

“He gets off at seven so about another hour.” I say looking at the clock.

“Alright. Call me if you need anything. I love you Anastasia.”

“Love you too Mom. Be careful.”

I watch Mom walk out the door and drive away.

As much as I want to tell her, I’m afraid.

Scratch that.

I’m terrified.

But I know she will get over it.

My only problem is Zayn.

I slide into the kitchen and heat myself some noodles to make pasta.

I spend my time preparing how to explain everything to Zayn.

When the food is done, I serve myself a plate and eat.

Anxiously, I watch the time go by.

Soon, Zayn parks his car on the curb.

I watch him through the window.

Zany knocks on the door and I quickly answer it.

“Hey babe. How was the appointment?” he says kissing me.

“Erm. There’s something I need to tell you.” I whisper.

Zayn’s eyes plaster a worry look.

“You’re giving the baby away?” he whispers.

I shake my head no.

“We lost the baby?” Zayn questions.

“No-..”

“You’re leaving me?” Zayn says cutting me off.

“No!” I shout upset that he would ever think that.

“Then what is it?” he asks a little calmer but still concerned.

He takes his jacket off.

I take a deep breath and prepare for what will happen next.

“I’m pregnant.” I nod.

“I know.” Zayn replies.

“With twins.” I whisper with a straight face.

All the color from Zayn’s face washes away.

I wait for him to respond.

His brow furrows with incomprehension.

“How?” he states.

I blink at him.

I blush, and give him a quizzical how-do-you-think look.

His stance changes immediately, his eyes hardening to flint.

“How did this happen?” he snarls.

I just gaze at him unable to speak.

Jeez, he's mad - really mad.

"Christ, Ana!" He bangs his fist on the table, making me jump, and stands so abruptly he almost knocks the dining chair over.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper.

"Sorry? Fuck!" he says again.

"I know the timing's not very good." I try to convince him.

"Not very good!" he shouts. “One child is okay. I was going to accept one child. But now….” His voice trembling.

“Fuck. More diapers and more vomit and more shit!" he shouts. “It’s double the work!”

I can’t seem to say anything.

I stand quietly in front of him.

He closes his eyes. I think he's trying to contain his temper and losing the battle.

“This is why. This is why I should have never followed through on that bet. So things like this don't come along and fuck everything up.” He scoffs.

Things?

These are my kids he’s talking about.

I wonder what he thinks of me now.

"Zayn, please don't shout at me." I say with tears starting to slip down my face.

"Don't start with waterworks now," he snaps. "Fuck.”

He runs a hand through his hair, pulling at it as he does.

"You think I'm ready to be a father of two?" His voice catches, and it's a mixture of rage and panic.

I can see the fear and loathing in his eyes.

And that’s when I lose it.

“Don’t fucking come at me with that shit again!” I yell

“‘You think I’m ready to be a father of two?’” I mock him.

“I’m the one who’s carrying two kids! I’m the one who has to deliver two kids! I’m the one who’s going to get more shit talked to! And I’m the one who is going to have to raise them if you walk out!” I spat.

“Do you think that I’m ready to be a mother? No. Which is exactly why I wanted an adoption. I was only keeping the child because you wanted to help me and because you wanted it. And now that I’m having twins you want to run away? Running away won’t solve anything. Isn’t that what you told me?” I yell with a questionable look.

Zayn scoffs and looks away.

“I know neither one of us is ready for this, but I think you'll make a wonderful father," I choke. "We'll figure it out."

"How the fuck do you know!" he shouts, louder this time. "Tell me how!" His brown eyes burn, and so many emotions cross his face.

I stand in disbelief with Zayn watching me.

I watch his angry face expression.

I don’t understand why he is so upset.

He made the twins.

"Oh fuck this!" Zayn bellows dismissively and holds his hands up in a gesture of defeat.

He grabs his jacket and turns on his heel, walking towards my front door.

Zayn slams the door shut making me jump once more.

All I am left with is the silence.

I gaze at the closed door in front of me.

I hear the screech of his brakes drive away.

He's walked out on me.

His reaction is far worse than I could ever have imagined.

I lean back against the wall.

I pull my legs into my chest and hug them securely.

Letting my head sink into them as I begin to cry once more.

At this point, I’d rather be dead.

Notes

Oh shit.
#Drama

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