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On reflex I nod, unable to blink as she walks out of my line of vision.
“Ang,” Rafael whispers.
Slowly, I turn my face to him, and all thoughts are completely wiped from my brain. “Yeah?”
“Who did you sleep with?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, blinking like a deer caught in headlights. “I didn’t sleep with anybody.”
“Well…that’s just…not how things work. What did she say? You’re twelve weeks, but really ten weeks?” he asks, pulling out his phone and sitting on the edge of the bed. “That would be…” he drawls, but then his eyes go wide. “No. That—that can’t be right.” He rapidly counts aloud from one to ten, his index finger hovering over the screen. “That would mean…the week I moved back…”
“No,” I bellow. “But we didn’t do anything!” I blurt.
“I know!”
“How could—”
“Are you sure you didn’t sleep with—”
“I would know, Rafael!” I shout.
He paces the small room. “Okay. Okay. Okay. This is… Okay. We’re just… We’re gonna… Holy fucking shit.” He presses the palms of his hands against the wall and kicks his butt out, hanging his head below his shoulders. He takes a few deep breaths, then suddenly spins around and launches himself at me, straddling my thighs and holding my cheeks. “You’re pregnant,” he states, clearly trying to work through the same puzzle as me. “What’s going through your head right now?”
“Buffering,” I reply quietly but it comes out a little mumbled since Raf’s hands are squishing my cheeks together.
He smiles. “Yeah. Same.” But then his smile fades and he moves his hands from my face to my upper arms. “What do you want to do?”
His meaning catches up to me. “Oh. Yeah,” I say, pinching my brows together. “I have options, don’t I?”
Raf nods solemnly, unblinking. “Yes. This isn’t my choice, Ang. But… I promise I’ll support you with whatever you decide.”
Rafael
Five hours after arriving at the hospital, Angie is released with instructions to stop taking her birth control, stay hydrated and eat often, as well as a folder full of pregnancy information. I texted Cora, her brothers, and my mamá to let them all know she was going to be fine and that she was just dehydrated. That’s what we agreed I would send them. Not the full truth that my best friend is pregnant because of me.
I’m still trying to fully process this and allow her to do the same, but as I open the car door for her and help her up, I can’t stop thinking about everything we’ll need. When I get to my side and shut the door, I look into the rearview mirror at the backseat.
I’m going to need a car seat, I think to myself.
And a stroller.
And a crib.
And tiny pajamas.
What’s going to happen to my social life? I don’t give a fuck, because I need to start investing my money differently and—
“Raf?” Angie asks with concern.
“Huh?”
“Are you going to drive?”
“Oh,” I smile weakly. “Yeah. Sorry,” I tell her, pulling away from the hospital. “Just thinking is all.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, looking out the window. “Do you mind if we just…not talk until we get home?”
“I get it. We both need to… Yeah. I’ll shut up now.”
