I was pregnant. I was pregnant, single, and living in a crappy little apartment. I was terrified.
The entire next day, I just slept. I was probably exhausted because of the pregnancy. I had scheduled a doctor’s appointment to begin prenatal care and was thinking of ways to tell Keegan he was about to become a father out of wedlock. That evening, I started to bleed. Immediately taking myself to the ER, I texted Keegan to please meet me there.
He beat me there, but because we weren’t married, security wouldn’t allow him back without my permission. “What’s wrong, what’s going on? Viv, I miss you,” he said as he hugged me. I started crying my eyes out. “I’m pregnant and I think I’m losing the baby,” I howled sitting on the hospital bed.
He was absolutely shocked. “What? Really? Oh, Vivian,” he held me close as I cried. The doctor came in. I showed him a picture of all of the positive pregnancy tests. “We will do some testing, but usually when it’s this early, it’s a good possibility that you are having a miscarriage,” the doctor said bluntly.
Anything the doctor said from that point on fell on deaf ears. I just couldn’t process what was happening. My brain seized up. The end result was that I had, in fact, miscarried our first child. In a span of 48 hours, I lost the future home, the future husband, and the future child. Luckily for me, Keegan has the patience of a saint in times of need. He held me, took care of me, and was there for me as a friend. It was like our breakup never even happened; we were back together and he simply brought over a bag of clothes.
Over the course of the next few months, we looked at houses together and finally landed a single family home in a neighborhood I liked. The owner needed a little extra time than usual to clear out, but it was perfect timing for us to move in right before my March birthday. Overall, this was a much better decision and it was all on my own with Keegan’s support. I signed the paperwork in the early afternoon, then had a romantic dinner planned with Keegan, and he wanted to take me ice skating.
The dinner was great, I wore the earrings he teased me with over Christmas making me think it was an engagement ring. Then we went to the ice skating rink, and as I was standing there looking at the line and people, I asked if we could do something else, like sit on the beach and look at the city lights across the water. Keegan was disheartened because he really wanted to take me ice skating for the first time, but he ultimately agreed. I’d later find out why he was so insistent on taking me ice skating.