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Tracy bites her lip, thinking about what she had to say to Si. She hadn't talked to him mutually since that day in the bathroom. It's always a "hi," "good morning," "goodbye," and "goodnight." On the nights that Si wasn't sleeping on the couch, Tracy would catch him sitting on the edge of the bed stressing. She felt bad—really bad. Like it was her fault. Yet, she knew they both were guilty.
Tracy was giving herself a pep talk in the mirror, "It's okay for him to be upset," she looked to the side and stuttered, "...or mad. But what about how I'm feeling." She lightly banged her fist on the counter, "I'm the one who's carrying the problem every day while he gets to go out and play with his silly band!" The last statement made her ponder; ponder enough for her to grab her things and head out of the apartment complex. She paced on the pavement with her backpack jumping up and down her back. "I'm going to tell him how I feel and he better..." she continued marching trying to think of the right words, "he better hold me and says everything will be okay. He should be here for the both of us." She shook her head so the yelling she was going to give to Si wouldn't turn into somber cries.
She kept straight towards his friend's house, knowing he was there on most afternoons. Until she made a right, went through the park, went straight, did a left turn onto a street, and was right at Cam's door.
Looking like a lost dog, Tracy rang the doorbell. This baby has had a toll on her. Where did her anger go? Tracy without an angry tantrum is like a house with no windows. Windows don't make a house but you're very familiar with houses coming with them. Cam opens the door and gasps. "Oh my god, Tracy what happened?"
Between her heavy breaths, Tracy replied: "I need help."
Cam gladly brought her inside, arms wrapped around Tracy's limped shoulders, and sat her on the couch. "What's the matter, Tracy?"
After more than twelve years of knowing Cam, a little less than half living with her, and in the middle of those years keeping a dark secret from her, Tracy had no mental space to keep this away from Cam. She learned it's best to say it right then and there. She rubbed her eyelids and said in between her palms "Cam, I think I'm pregnant
Cam's eyes went big. "you...do? You took a test?"
"Yes, about five in total and they were all positive—well one was half positive," Tracy said hurriedly leaving no room for Cam to speak inbetween.
"Is it Si's?"
Tracy stared at her Cam with a mean glare. "I'm just asking!" Cam said with a guileless voice.
"Yes! It's Si's," Tracy replied. She let her lungs fill up and drop with a huff through her nose. Cam begins to laugh. "What-what's so funny about this, Cam?"
Cam laughed and shoo-fully slapped her hands in the air, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know. It's just, you haven't changed."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't mean to be that type of parent but I tell you time and time again about every precautions and you just run with it until you hit a bump." She busted out a harder laugh, "no pun intended."
"Cam! You should be upset with me! I'm still young, unmarried—well let me not give you reasons to be mad but this is not the time to laugh. I'm...I'm actually scared," Tracy said the last bit lowly with her eyes down and dim.
Cam wiped a tear and released the last chuckle, " I love you and know how hard your life has been. I don't need to be getting upset at you Tracy. I am shocked, but there's no purpose in getting red and yelling like a maniac. You're an adult, I don't want to trail behind you." Tracy tapped her shoes on the floor a little and held her hands together. "Have you been to the doctor yet, hun?"
"No..." she looked at Cam hopelessly "I'm too scared."
"Just because you're scared doesn't mean it won't stop it from happening. You have to face it—head-on. Have you and Si call in for an appointment; I'll pay for the bus fee if I have to." She took her wallet out from her purse and began flipping through the notes.
"That's the thing. Si won't talk to me."
"What!" Cam jumped up. "That bastard!" She wasn't a fan of the 'boy' from the beginning as one can tell. "You and Si are going to the doctor to figure this out. If he doesn't want to talk to you, fine, but that baby will talk to him eventually." She grabbed Tracy's hand, releasing them from tight grip Tracy held them in, and looked at her in the eyes. "As the father, he has a part in this too. Don't do this alone. If he doesn't want to comply, give me a call. I'll get him straight." Tracy nodded her head and regained the energy she held in her apartment. This needed to be handled before it gets out of their control.