Post by scarlett heidi kincaid on Apr 5, 2020 11:58:43 GMT -5
Scarlett wasn’t the type of person who often made mistakes. Her arguments and decisions were typically researched thoroughly before she voiced them or acted upon them. In her speciality, mistakes could be the difference between life and death. She didn’t get to a prominent position in her field by screwing around with people’s hearts. There wasn’t much difference in her approach to her personal life either. She saw sleeping with someone as a basic biological need that helped her out from time to time. She didn’t have or want the emotional attachment that often came with it, so strangers in a bar were often the way she scratched that itch. Society may look down on a woman with such easy morals, but Scarlett had stopped caring how people perceived her when she was a teenager. Years of bullying thickens the skin until it’s armour; solid and almost impenetrable. Besides, no one dared tell Scarlett how they really felt. It was odd, considering that standing up to her and explaining their reasoning and beliefs may actually earn them a modicum of respect from the apparently heartless cardiologist.
And yet, Scarlett’s one soft spot was for children. If they were a file on her desk it meant they were really sick, which only tugged at her heartstrings more. Plus, unlike adults who ought to know better, they were helpless, often made sick by genetic disposition or inexplicable biology. They hadn’t clogged their arteries with fat and junk food – not unless an irresponsible parent was the man or woman behind the curtain. Children were innocent in this garbled earth they lived on, and Scarlett appreciated that, and them, more than she did adults. She had always known that she would want children of her own someday, but honestly, she had thought it would be adoption when her apartment seemed a little too quiet. She hadn’t been able to envision herself in a long-term relationship with anyone. Her relationships had been short lived; guys who couldn’t handle her work commitments, or how she said what she felt without regard to anyone else. Scarlett hadn’t really expected there to be a man, or a father, in her life when it came to seriously consider children.
Which was why she had no clue what would happen when she told Jensen she was pregnant. They’d shared one night together; one that was designed to keep him off her back and stop him from trying to psychoanalyse her. She had woken him early the next morning, telling him he had to go since she had surgery at 9:30. Since then she had kept out of his way with the confident thought that he wouldn’t bother her again. Scarlett wasn’t reckless when it came to her body. She used contraception and stayed healthy. Fate in all its cruel ways had just decided she would be part of that 7% whose attempts at safety screwed them over; some kind of karmic punishment for mixing business with pleasure.
Scarlett ignored the receptionist who was stationed near Jensen’s office. She was not about to schedule an appointment with the father of her child. She didn’t expect anything from him, but it was the decent thing to let him know what was happening. Jensen could pretend nothing had happened, he could work out some arrangement with her, but whatever he decided Scarlett knew she was keeping the baby. A patient left his office as she was approaching it, and she took the chance to barge on in before anyone else could be called, or before he could pop his head out. Scarlett closed the door behind her, thankful to block out the nasally voice of the receptionist who was still trying to call out to her. Scarlett had never been the time to cushion a blow, preferring the ‘Band-Aid’ method of getting it over with. “I’m pregnant, and if coming here to say so didn’t make it obvious enough, you’re the father.” She may have slept with strangers, but it wasn’t so frequently that she could be unkindly labelled for it. Jensen had been the first in months, and there hadn’t been anyone since him. “I figured you ought to know.”
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TAGGED! Jensen Nicholas Howard
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LYRICS! Getaway Green - - - All Time Low
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