"Four o'clock?" I sigh, fiddling with the cord of the landline. "Yes, I think it's fine at that time," I wait while I listen to the girl typing on her computer. "Thanks, see you in a few days," I hang up and think about whether I should tell someone or not.

"What do you think you're doing?" I hear someone say behind me.

"Jesus, Meg! You scared me, how did you get in here?" As far as I know, my friend doesn't have a key to Dylan's house.

"She didn't come in alone," the aforementioned boy walks through the kitchen door and stops beside Meg.

"Oh... Hmm... Hi," I scratch the back of my neck, unsure of what to say, "Hey... what are you doing here?" I put my hands on the back of a chair.

"I live here," what an idiotic question of mine.

"I mean, you should be at school, right?" Yes, it was a good way to get out of the stupidity I was committing.

"We're wondering the same thing, Allison. Now tell me, what's going to happen at four o'clock?" Meg looks at me defiantly, probably already knowing what I had in mind.

"Nothing" I reply, playing it down.

"If it's nothing interesting, why don't you want to tell us?" Damn Megara, why does she have to ask me so many questions? I lower my head and let out a long sigh, it doesn't matter if I tell her, does it?

While Dylan is lost in one of the doors of the house I take the opportunity to tell Meg what I'm going to do.

"Okay, I'm going for my first ultrasound in a couple of days, I made the appointment today," I don't know if she wants to hit me or what.

"You have to tell Dylan! You can't hide it from him for long. You should tell him now! He has a right to know what's going on with his baby!" I tried to calm her down by pouting with my hands but it only made her more upset. "Don't try to calm me down! You know what you have to tell him!"

"Tell me what?" Oh, great. I avert my gaze as much as possible to avoid meeting their gaze. Out of the corner of my eye, I see them both cross their arms waiting for my answer. "Well?" My nerves eat me alive as I find the right words to tell him what I planned.

"I..." They look at me expectantly and I get even more nervous. "I'm having my first ultrasound, okay? It's nothing bad, I just didn't want to mention it," I fiddle with my fingers and slowly raise my gaze, I can't decipher Dylan's expression, he's somewhere between annoyed, hurt and... I don't know, disappointed, maybe?

"Well, good luck with that," Dylan turns around and walks out of the kitchen, just as he leaves the house, slamming the door. This is bad, this is really bad, if he wasn't angry before, he probably is now. Meg gives me a regretful look, mumbles a sorry and leaves. I reach for my mobile phone and dial Dylan, the typical leave a message after the tone rings and I start talking like there's no tomorrow.

After a while of leaving voicemails and texts I decide to go out to the park to relax a bit, I really think I let him down, he looked really upset. I arrive at a family park, for a little late, there were many people playing with their children, I take a seat on a bench to watch everyone playing, I was having fun just seeing people smiling at their children, happy to see them enjoying that place With difficulty I can distinguish a face and I squint my eyes to focus better, Dylan is with a little boy, the boy has his hands over his face while the boy rubs his arms, with a fast step I approach them, and both look up, the boy's face is reddened from crying so much and Dylan's is a bit swollen, I guess for the same reason. I kneel down next to both of them and head towards the infant, it turns out that his name is Mario and he can't find his parents. I take him by the hand and we start walking through the park until we find a desperate family; as we get closer to them, the mother's face starts to light up, and she runs towards the boy, she reaches his side and fills him with kisses and hugs like any other mother would do, she thanks me many times until they finally leave.

"You'll be a good mother," I hear him say behind me. "That baby is lucky to be carried by you," I turn around and Dylan's face doesn't have its usual radiant glow.

"He'll be lucky to have you too," I walk over to him and take his hand, he hesitantly begins to pull it away and lets out a sigh.

"I don't think so, I'm not even invited to see him for the first time, I doubt he'll be lucky to have me," that makes me feel guilty, very guilty, I shouldn't think that way.... And it's my fault.

"Listen, I'm really sorry, I didn't want to hide it, but you were both upset and I was nervous that everything was okay and I didn't know who to tell, but I want you to know that I...." I stopped talking the moment I felt his lips on mine. It was a nice way to shut me up, I have to admit. He pulls away from me and with the faint smile he gives me I understand that things will be better.

The day of the ultrasound arrives and I think Dylan is more nervous than me, we arrive with the gynaecologist and we wait in the waiting room for him to finish his previous appointment, I see that the boy next to me moves his hands a lot, I laugh internally and with one hand I hug his hands to calm him down, he looks at me and just when he smiles at me they call us to come in.

We enter the office and the doctor introduces herself, her name is Pepper, she has red hair and freckles on her nose, she wears a nice white coat and from her neck hangs a nice God charm. She takes some information about our personal life and some others about our families, after that she takes me to another part of the office where there is an ultrasound machine, a scale, and a thing to measure me, she takes me to the scale and records my height and weight, then she asks me to lie down on the bed and lift my shirt a little, I obey what she says and wait for her to finish preparing everything, Dylan is next to me attentive to what is happening, a little nervous but the happiness is notorious in his face at every moment.

Dr. Pepper drops some kind of gel on my belly, I grimace as it's cold and she excuses herself with a shrug, she passes the transducer over where she placed the gel and as she moves it, she turns to the screen next to her.

"Do you smoke?" I deny nervously. "Do you drink?" I deny again. "Well, the baby is about 3 cm long, weighs 2 grams, his heartbeat is starting to be heard and so far he's developing quite well, I don't see any problems," I smile unconsciously at those words. She hands me a piece of paper and asks me to wipe the remaining gel from my belly, after that we go back to her desk and she starts to write something down, when she finishes explains that I should eat more folic acid as a prevention and he prescribed me an iodine supplement.

We thank her for her time and leave the place, on the way to the car, Dylan takes my hand and pulls me in for a hug, we walk like that until we get in the car. I feel really happy about what the doctor said, but my smile fades when I read the message I just received.

You look so cute coming out of the gynaecologist, why did you have to go to her, maybe you are pregnant? Wow, that really took me by surprise, don't worry, nobody else will know, it will be a secret between you and me but... Silence is priceless, beautiful. The message was accompanied by a picture of the two of us in the waiting room, and another leaving the office, I don't know who could have taken them. 

Dylan notices my concern and asks me what's wrong, I tell him the dizziness is back, I don't want him to know about this, not until I know who sent the message.