** Please note that this is a very first rough draft, and may be horrible**
Prologue
All was well on a cool autumn day; until Dr. Martinez unearthed that she was pregnant. She chucked the keys on the hallway table, and staggered into the living room. Throwing herself on the couch she picked up the phone. Should she call him? What would he declare? Would he refute it all and loathe her?
***
Sitting on his bunk of his band’s tour bus he thought about her. He couldn’t get her slender body, and elongated dark curls out of his mind. She had enthralled him that night. What on earth was her name? Could he even dredge up her name? Mary… No… it didn’t start with a M. Or did it? He yanked a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket; it was Maria.
***
She trembled as teardrops fell upon the phone. Throwing it against the lavender wall the phone landed into two big pieces. How could she get herself into this? Maria believed in no one night stands. She was better known as the prude, not the slut, but it was some thing about him. He just enchanted her so. She could remember everything about him. From his mid-length dirty blonde hair, to his muscular torso. A person like him, you know the sexy spinster type, didn’t want to hear, that one of the frequent girls he slept with, had gotten pregnant.
***
Maria, Maria how charming she was. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Her softly spoken spanish had turned him on. He could of whispered ‘Te amo’ in her ear all night long.
“Come on Joe Don it’s time for rehearsal.” His band mate, Jay DeMarcus, left the bus.
Joe Don lobed his phone, along with her number, on his bed. So much for wanting to call her.
***
Her hands quavered as she fixed the phone. Pacing around the room for a while now, she decided to call him.
“Hello this is Joe Don Rooney. I’m so sorry I can’t get to the phone. Leave a message with your name and number, and I’ll get back you as soon as I can.”
Magnificent Maria thought, the answering machine.
“Hey it’s Maria, you probably don’t remember me much, but I need to talk to you. It’s vital that you talk to me.”
Maria laid on the couch. This was just brilliant. She had her whole life ahead of her, just waiting for her to get there with a wonderful career, and because of a damaged condom she was pregnant too. Her options were clear, and straightforward. Maria could bestow the baby up for adoption; or raise the child herself. Abortion was out of the question. To kill a child who had nothing to do with it’s creation was thoughtless, and selfish.
***
Fatigued after a six hour show, Joe Don threw his body on his bed resembling a rag doll; landing on his phone.
“Oops.” He mumbled, as he glanced at it.
It was too late to take note to the two messages on his phone. He vowed to look at them in the morning.
***
Maria laid restless in her bed that night. Everything was just a lurid dream. When she woke up she wouldn’t be pregnant, and her life would be back to customary. She wished, but as soon as she did sleep real nightmares hit her like a tennis match. Babies were screaming and crying. Bottles were spilt, and diapers were overflowing. Maria took a long look in the mirror, and it wasn’t pretty. Stuff was stuck in her hair, like a giant afro. Her clothes were torn, and she had a howling baby clinging to her hip. Maria sat straight up in bed sweating like a beast.
***
Joe Don took it easy in bed, listening to his messages. One from Maria, wow. Doesn’t she understand it was a one night stand. He did like her, maybe they could do it again, but he wasn’t vocation her now. He might seem engrossed. Joe Don bounded down from his bunk, and joined his band mates in the facade room of his bus.
***
Getting prepared for work was a hassle when you had to vomit every three minutes. She wiped her mouth, and finished brushing her teeth. She spat in the sink, and seized an orange juice from the refrigerator. At her office she was making phone calls to patients who had upcoming appointments, and surgeries to remind them. There was a slight knock on her door.
“Open,” She yelled towards the door.
The novel nurse peeked around the corner, and scurried her way to the desk.
“Sorry Ms. Ummm … Ms. Martinez, but one of your patients needs to see you.” Lori seemed a bit anxious.
“Oh that’s fine. What room is she in? I’ll be there in just a few.” Maria looked at Lori with welcoming eyes.
“Ummm … Ummm 209.” Lori slowly, and hesitantly walked out of the room.
***
“Today we only have radio interviews to do. So you know what that means, long boring hours on the bus.” Jay provided Joe Don with a per-made coffee.
“ Who’s he taking to?” Joe Don nodded to Gary LeVox, their lead singer.
“Oh just his wife. Didn’t he tell you? Their expecting a baby.” Gary beamed their way.
“Cool, cool.” Joe Don gave him a thumbs up sign.
Wouldn’t that be horrifying? Facing so much commitment and responsibility made him want to purge. Joe Don envisaged himself as a parent who was always yelling, then never there.
***
“ Ok Mrs. Lunes you’re very dehydrated, and your blood pressure is extremely low. I’ll get an IV started right away, but with all that fluid I’m going to give you I’ll have to watch your blood pressure very close.” Maria checked all her notes to make sure she had covered everything.
“Si, si senora.” Mrs. Lunes smiled and sealed her eyes.
As Maria ambled out of her patients room her cell phone began to ring.
***
“Hey Maria it’s me Joe don. You called earlier.” He had no idea was he was so curious about her. Just her voice started a fire within him.
“ Well I wanted to talk in person.” Maria had stopped in her office.
“ I’m well into another state by now. Maria what is it?” Joe Don inquired.
“Oh Joe Don it’s… It’s too important.”
“TELL ME!”
“ I’M PREGNANT!”
***
Joe Don immediately hung up the phone. Just another money famished groupie. He went back inside the forlorn building, and into the interview room.
“What did Maria say?” Jay mocked.
“Pregnant. Liar.” Joe Don sat down and the interview began.
***
She held the phone in front of her, astounded. He just hung up on her. Fine he doesn’t want to know; he doesn’t have to know. Maria had unquestionable decided to keep the baby. It was her mistake, and she was going to take responsibility of it. Maria was intelligent enough to raise a child on her own; she thought.
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