Minutes of remaining in the same position in utter shock, she finally recovered and thought of what to do.
She went for her phone and dialed her doctor's number, hands trembling.
"Hello, Dr. Martens."
"There you finally called. I've been waiting for you to call me since the day I sent the results. Congratulations, my dear."
"I never had sex, Dr. Martins. How did I get pregnant." She asked woefully.
"Oh, my dear. Don't tell me you forgot what you and your husband did."
"Oh shit!" She instantly remembered. "It worked?" Her tears spill.
"I was certain it would."
"Oh God, I'm so screwed. Can I come over for a confirmation check-up?"
Change.It's constant and inevitable. Sometimes the way it takes place will either shock you or just take you by surprise.When you least expect it, a massive change will come and blow you away. It either lifts you from point zero to hundred or vice versa.It could be for good, for bad, or the ugly.Whether good or bad, the bottom line is always that there was change.One moment you're happy, thinking nothing can disrupt that moment but life always has a way of turning things around, doesn't it?Some call it fate or destiny.
Of all the things that occurred, he was still that complete paragon in pulchritude.She didn't even blink once as she looked at him."Hi." He whispered in that rare English baritone voice of his. A voice she'd die to hear over and over again.Her eyes fell on the hand he had placed on hers then back to his face. Slowly, she took her hand from his."Sorry." He muttered and kept his hands away. "How are you doing?""Who are you?" She asked instead and got up to a sitting position."Excuse me." His brows furrowed.
He rushed forward and took her into his arms but she pushed him away with all the strength she could muster."Don't pet me. Do I look like I can't handle the loss of a fetus? I lost three big babies and I am still holding up fine.""This one is innocent." He pointed out."You're bent on making me miserable aren't you?" She blinked back tears. She sat crossed-legged on the bed, dropped her gaze, and picked at the frayed hems of the hospital clothes worn on her."I just want to say it's okay to feel pain but let it loose. Don't hold it in.""Stop acting as if you know me and get the h
"Yes. The fool, he really forgot.""What could have been his triumph card?"She looked up at him and smiled. He's spitting out her thoughts effortlessly without even knowing.Even though it hurt her that she lost the baby before even coming to terms with the fact, a little part of her was glad after this revelation.After all that she has done with Wilhelm, she couldn't think of bringing it to an end just so she could be with Richard and neither did she want Richard to connect to her in any way. The baby would have made it difficult to get rid of him for good.Maybe there's a blessing in every
"I'm just gonna come back later." Ara finally said and left."I was wondering why nobody walked in any sooner." She smiled but it was sad."Leave it to my sister to interrupt things.""When am I leaving here?""The doctor wouldn't tell us.""Can you get her for me? I prefer to be treated at home.""Sure." He got down from the bed and wore his sneakers.He was just in a simple slim-fit chino and gray Lacoste shirt but trust him to look good in anything.She watched him recede until he almost reached the door but stopped. He turned and began to walk back to her.
As she wiped her hands, her eyes remained on the ringing phone. She had just stepped out of the shower when it began to ring.After thoroughly drying her hand, she tapped on the green button and placed it on a loudspeaker."Karen?" Dennis's voice croaked through the phone's speakers."Yes, Dennis. Is everything alright?"" Yes. I just called to ask if you would like to join us for dinner at the Abbey's tonight.""How's Destiny?" She first asks, wondering why he'd think of dining when his granddaughter is still fighting to live."She was discharged yesterday so it means she's getting well isn't it?""Yes. I'm glad to hear." She responded in a melanch
While Wilhelm helped chop the vegetables for dinner, he felt his mother's eyes on him most of the time. When he could take it no longer, he looked up."What?" He questioned."Nothing.""If it's nothing then why do you keep looking at me?""Just check if they are in yet. I feel they are."He dropped the knife, wiped his hands clean, and gave his mom one suspicious look before sauntering out rather eagerly.His heart did a weird flip when his eyes met her. In the middle of the living room where the couches were laid, sat her. She was sitting with Charles, her grandfather, and Arabella in the living room.For a moment, he just stared at the lady in between h
"You seriously didn't think I would tell you that.""What can I say? My son is hot. Any woman will fall just by looking at him."His ears got redder."Now I'm thinking of going to set that table." He packed the plates on a tray and carried them out.He could hear his mother's laughter even in the dining room.As he arranged the plates he felt her eyes on her. He imagined that they'll look fascinated just as they always are anytime she saw him doing something new.But, seeing him set a table, would they look fascinated or amused?