I was silent on the ride home; after all, my little bombshell could wait until Mom wasn't operating a car. I just looked out the car window, at a world that made sense before today.
Once we were home, I went straight up to my room. There, I looked around, seeing things in a different way: when I looked at my closet, I imagined taking out the clothes that were there, to make room for maternity clothes; when I looked at my chair, I imagined myself holding my baby to my breast; when I looked at my old dollhouse, I imagined watching my child playing with it; so many things.
There was a knock on my door. "Cassie? It's Mom. May I come in?"
Realizing that I couldn't hold this off any longer, I let her in, closing the door behind her, then sitting on my bed.
She sat next to me. "What did the doctor say?"
"You were right," I replied. "She said I'm pregnant."
"I see. And what's his name?"
"Mom, I swear, I've never done anything like that."
"How long do you intend to stick with that story?"
"It's the truth! Look: I always come straight home from school, don't I? And I don't date or go to parties, do I? I've got two friends; do you think either of them is a boy? So where would I have had the chance to go out and get knocked up?"
Mom said nothing, thinking about everything I said.
"If I wanted to lie to explain this, Mom,... why in the world would I pick that one?"
"Cassie, you're scaring me."
"Well, I'm scared, too. The stuff that scares you to think about? I'm living it."
She put an arm around my shoulder. "Did... did you ever, like, doze off in the school library?"
"No." I took a breath. "Mom,... do you believe me?"
She hugged me. "Of course I believe you, honey. I'm sorry I ever made you doubt that. But we've also got to believe Dr. Foster. If she says you're pregnant, then you must be. My baby is having a baby of her own."
I started crying. "I wish Daddy was here." Not that he would have done anything about my condition; but he might have offered some words of wisdom, or at least made me feel less alone.
I think Mom understood. "So do I, Cassie. So do I."
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