***Cynthia’s P.O.V***
“You want to go eat somewhere?”
Andy asks after we’re both in the car and ready to leave the doctor’s office parking lot.
“If you want to”
I say, looking at the dashboard clock that’s reads 4:30 p.m. The doctor’s appointment took almost two hours, longer then I had expected.
“Well, I say we should. It can be a reward for you”
He says. I look at him questionably.
“A reward for what?”
I ask.
“I honestly thought you were going to fight me about going to this this morning but you didn't which I'm quite thankful for”
He says, turning his head and looking at me.
“Why would I have fought you though?”
I ask him. He shrugs and starts to pull out of the parking space and turn towards the exit.
“You didn't want to come”
He says simply.
“Well I am pretty mature, Andy”
I say sarcastically. He chuckles.
“Whatever you say. Where do you want to eat?”
~~~
“You really want to keep this baby?”
Andy asks as he takes a bite of pepperoni pizza. I sigh and shake my head.
“Yeah, why do you keep asking?”
I say, watching as a young couple with two toddlers come in and stand, waiting to be seated in the crowded pizzeria.
“I'm just worried about you. This kid belongs to the man who raped you for god’s sake. I just don’t want you to be reminded of him every time you see the kid”
He says, giving me a concerned look from across the greasy, black and white checkered table.
“You don’t understand, Andy. I just feel like this is the only good outcome of what he did and I don’t want to give it up. When I saw the ultrasound it just made me realize that there's a little life inside me, I just… I don’t know ”
I say, glancing out the window beside us at the cars flying by.
“So you feel like you have to have it?”
He says. I shake my head.
“No, I want to have it. This is my chance to do something good and I want to do it right”
I say, picking at the pizza on my plate.
“I'm proud of you, Cynthia. You’re a strong person. I don’t know anybody else that is going to make such a good mother ”
He says, reaching across the table and taking my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. I can’t help but smile at him.
“And I don’t know anybody else that’s going to make such a good father”
I say, watching as his own smile grows on his face.
We finish our pizza a few minutes later and leave the restaurant. The whole ride home, I can’t stop thinking how things are looking up and how me and Andy are going to be a family soon. I feel a level of serenity I've never felt before.
Little do I know, that serenity will fade fast, along with my naivety that things are getting better.

Notes

I really want to start posting more like I was before but things have been so busy.
On a more positive note, I hope you all enjoyed this. What do you thinks going to happen next??

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