Doctor's office; Wednesday afternoon; Lara
Something that wasn't ironic: Ray-ee-ain on your wedding day. Something that was ironic: Figuring out you're probably pregnant the day before the scheduled doctor's appointment you'd made in order to discuss birth control pill options. Lara was sure that had to be some pretty heavy irony there.
It was a few other things as well, like convenient. And awkward. Hey doc, looks like we're too late for the pill...can you give me a pregnancy test instead? Not to mention just horrible all around because this was actual happening. To her. Now. And with Stone. Well, not exactly with Stone, since he had no idea that anything was amiss. Lara was planning on keeping things that way until she at least got some kind of definitive answer from a medical professional.
Lara had not been optimistic when she went to the office. Three different tests the day before had come out positive. There would have to be some kind of miracle to clear her of this one.
She hoped, but didn't get her wish. The doctor had congratulated her. There was something almost seven weeks old being all embryonic inside her body. At first Lara just stared off into space. This was really it. After years of dodging bullets, she'd finally gotten hit, apparently sometime around early/mid-July. Lara couldn't pinpoint any single night or day the conception could have occurred. All the times she spent with Stone kind of blurred together. But they were careful! They always were. The fear of a baby was enough to penetrate even their drunkest states. And besides, Stone had only gotten drunk like two times in the past year. But being careful wasn't perfect, which was why she had planned the birth control appointment. For double protection. Why the hell hadn't she done that sooner? She was stupid. So, so stupid. And now so, so pregnant. Fuck.
The doctor must have thought Lara had gone into shock or something with all the staring she'd been doing, but after the staring of denial came the tears of acceptance. As if things weren't awkward enough, right? Lara held back as much as she could, and on top of being terrified and disgusted and depressed and angry, she was also massively embarrassed. The doctor was a pro, though, and fielded Lara's questions when she was able to get her chin to stop quivering enough to get them out.
Afterward, Lara barely made it back into her car before couldn't hold it in any longer and had an emotional explosion. Good thing her car was in the back, facing a concrete wall.
She had to figure out what she was going to do about this.