December How do you handle stress?
Audrey stares at the three pregnancy tests lined up on her bathroom sink. Each one taunting her with a truth she has tried to ignore for weeks. At first she blamed stress and poor eating habits for the missed period. Then it became evident that this was more than stress. This was something she was going to have to deal with.
She can't explain how it happened. It was a mistake. A stupid mistake, and she was unsure what to do now that she had confirmation she couldn't ignore. There were options, but she felt trapped. The truth was, she had no clue who was even responsible. Was it Jonathan or Isaac? How could she have been so careless? How could they?
What were any of them going to do with a baby? She could not think of three people less likely to make decent parents than them. They each had their own distorted childhoods that they refused to speak of. The obvious solution was to terminate the pregnancy without making each other them aware of what had happened.
She opened the phone book, looked up numbers to clinics, and then found herself unable to make the call. Her head felt like it would explode at any moment. Normally she would throw herself into work, but she couldn't focus on it right now. She was consumed by trying to figure out how this had happened.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror she glared at the weak woman staring back at her. Of course she couldn't chance terminating the pregnancy. This could be Jonathan's child. His heir. This child could change the world just as sure as Jonathan was beginning to do. This could be Isaac's child. The man who loved her and wanted nothing more than to give her the world she sought from Jonathan.
What a mess. What a complete mess. How would she tell them? How would they react? How could she continue on with this pregnancy? How could she terminate it?
She made lists of pros and cons, trying to work through the stress of making the choice by finding an answer with logic. Finally she had to face facts that she could not make this decision on her own. She would have to tell the guys and let them help her.
Audrey hated to ask for help.
She can't explain how it happened. It was a mistake. A stupid mistake, and she was unsure what to do now that she had confirmation she couldn't ignore. There were options, but she felt trapped. The truth was, she had no clue who was even responsible. Was it Jonathan or Isaac? How could she have been so careless? How could they?
What were any of them going to do with a baby? She could not think of three people less likely to make decent parents than them. They each had their own distorted childhoods that they refused to speak of. The obvious solution was to terminate the pregnancy without making each other them aware of what had happened.
She opened the phone book, looked up numbers to clinics, and then found herself unable to make the call. Her head felt like it would explode at any moment. Normally she would throw herself into work, but she couldn't focus on it right now. She was consumed by trying to figure out how this had happened.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror she glared at the weak woman staring back at her. Of course she couldn't chance terminating the pregnancy. This could be Jonathan's child. His heir. This child could change the world just as sure as Jonathan was beginning to do. This could be Isaac's child. The man who loved her and wanted nothing more than to give her the world she sought from Jonathan.
What a mess. What a complete mess. How would she tell them? How would they react? How could she continue on with this pregnancy? How could she terminate it?
She made lists of pros and cons, trying to work through the stress of making the choice by finding an answer with logic. Finally she had to face facts that she could not make this decision on her own. She would have to tell the guys and let them help her.
Audrey hated to ask for help.