In Love With My Pregnant Contract Nurse

Leona’s POV. “Congratulations, you're pregnant! You're 2 weeks gone”. The doctor smiles at me and I stifle a giggle. Ethan would be so happy, he's always talked about starting a family one day and what better time than now? I listen to the doctor yap about how I should sign up for prenatal appointments and eat healthy as I try to contain my excitement. After the exhausting lecture, I leave the doctor's office and hurry over to Ethan who's been waiting out here for me. He's such an attentive boyfriend and I don't regret the 5 years we've been together. Immediately I get close to him, he pops his head up, worry lines etched on his face. Aww, he's been worrying about me. “So, what's up with your stomach?” He begins in that impatient tone. I toy with him a little by putting on a sad expression then “I'm pregnant!” I announce as I hold up the test results, watching his expression. I would've prepared to tell him over dinner but I couldn't wait to see his reaction. “You're WHAT?!” His words come out harsh and his voice is loud. I wear a look of confusion on my face as I repeat myself “I'm pregnant?” Expecting his smile this time but instead, he snatches the test results from my hand to read then, he looks up at me. “And you're removing it right? I'm just 23, I can't be a dad.” What game is he playing at? I step closer to him, covering the gap between us. “I agree, you got me this time.Can you stop now? Let's go home and celebrate.” I say soothing, patting his hair down but he quickly yanks my hand away and puts distance between us. Now, I'm confused, what's going on? “I'm serious. I can't be a father, you're going to go in there to schedule an abortion or we're over.” I scoff loudly. “An abortion? You're insane! What's wrong with you? You're already stressing me and it would affect the baby.” I pout, leaning closer to him but he jumps back like I'm on fire. I gasp in shock, my heart beginning to pound against my chest. “Look, Leona! I won't repeat myself again. You either abort the baby or we're over!” I hear the seriousness in his voice and watch as the veins in his neck pop but I can't believe him. This is Ethan, my sweet boyfriend, it must be a prank. Or did he hit his head? “Baby, what are you saying? You always wanted a family. You love me, you love babies.” I feel the tears roll off my cheeks as he shakes his head. “Are you going to get an abortion?” I shake my head vehemently as the sobs begin to escape from my lips. “Then, WE'RE DONE!” And before I could form a clear sentence, he turns around and begins to walk away. I call after him, grabbing the attention of other people in the waiting room, but my legs refuse to move, so I watch him walk away, standing frozen. Several more minutes pass by before I get my body to move out of the hospital, still sobbing like a baby. I know Ethan would come around, maybe it was a bad day, but for now, I needed to be back home to care for my sick mum. I get home to meet my dad in a rotten mood as usual, he's trashing the place and cussing at my mum in search of money. “Where did you keep your money, woman?” He yells, spittle comes flying out of his lips. My mum doesn't budge but I can see the terror in her eyes, she's lived with this miserable alcoholic for more years than I've been alive but he still finds a new way of terrorizing her each day. “You're a w***e that I brought to my status and now you're hiding money from me?” He booms on. I muster the courage to enter the house, I had to take the bus home with my tear streaked face and there isn't an ounce of strength in my body. Swiftly, he shuts the door on me and I hear the deadlock. This wouldn't end well. Slipping down to the cement floor, I drag my knees close to my chest as cold seeps into me but I know better than to knock on that door. I'll not just leave with a bruise or two, he'll beat the baby out of me. I'll give Ethan sometime then we'll figure out this baby, that's my only chance to get out of this hellhole. I stay alert to the chaos from inside. He calls my mum every insulting term for a woman but the woman doesn't say anything. “Since you won't say anything, where is the wretched slut of yours?” His voice booms closer then he yanks the door open, I get up and bolt. “You're a little b***h like your mother. Ungrateful, spoiled and useless! Come back here!” He yells but my legs move faster, I'm surprised by the burst of energy. “Shameless w***e! So, you're running away from me? I'm the enemy here, the bad guy, right?!” His voice echoes closer and I turn to see that he's in fact gaining ground on me. He lets out a mocking laugh “Just keep running because today would be the end of you.” I cry out for help but nobody leaves their trailer to render it and the people outside face their business. “You want to make me look bad. That is always your plan.” He's heaving now but my legs have become heavier and I bend over to catch my breath. Hands grab me tightly by the torso, his 6’4 frame effortlessly lift my 5’7 off the ground and despite my struggling, I can't break free until we get home. Sometimes, I believe that my dad got into the Army to get training for beating up his wife and kids. He runs faster than you at his age and you can never break free from his hold. I'm dropped like a sack of potatoes on the floor and before the pain could register, hands and feet land everywhere as he cusses me out. I try to shield my stomach which catches his attention. “Speak now or I will flush your mum's pills.” My sobs increase but I hesitate. What is he going to do? “Well, I guess you don't love your mum that much.” He says as he retreats into the house, I hear cupboards opening so I follow him. He's already holding five of her most expensive cancer medications in his hands, then he hurries into the bathroom and I hear dunking sounds. What? Nooooo! He's never done this before! The sounds come again and I rush to him, holding his hand with all my might to stop him. “I'm pregnant. I found out today. Please don't flush her pills.” My voice is tiny and mum's whimpering, breaks my heart. One of her pill bottles is half empty and my throat goes dry. He really did that but he knows… The pain in my abdomen shut my brain up as I fall to the ground, did he just blow my belly? I scramble away from him but I watch as he dunks the remaining half of the bottle and scatters the rest on the floor. Mum and I rush to pick them back into their bottles, our hands trembling. “I can't have a pregnant w***e under my roof. If you want to start a family, get out of my own family.” His voice is calm and that's the most dangerous voice. Mum freezes then turns to him. “Darling, you can't say that. She has nowhere to go. She's your child. She can get an abortion, please.” Her lips quiver in fear, she's risking a lot by defending me. As if she's been talking to a brick wall, he stands up, grabs me by the hair and begins to drag me to the door. I wrestle, I struggle, I scream but it doesn't slow him down, he opens the door and flings me away. I rush back, banging and pleading at the door. At least for shelter tonight or a few clothes or even a cardigan. I can hear mum pleading on my behalf, we go on for two hours then, slowly sleep welcomes me. With the knowledge that I lost my boyfriend and home in o ne day, all because of this baby. Should I keep it?