Heck No, I'm pregnant!

Vivian’s POV

It has been three weeks since the incident with Syrus and his egoistic and manipulative mother. The nights have become better for me as I now sleep peacefully.

“Great job, Vivian, you have made us proud,” my boss, Dan, called out cheerily. 

Ever since I started working here, he had been showering me with praises. At first I was uncomfortable, because I did not want the old staff to feel jealous or threatened, but then again, I got to realize that he extended the accolades to everyone, which is why everyone loves Dan.

“Thank you, Dan,” I responded with the same energy and went on to doing my job, but Dan walked up to me, staring down at me with a scrutinizing gaze. “What is it?” I asked him.

But Dan kept staring at me. In fact, as I raised my head to ask him what the problem was, he stared deeply into my eyes, making me a little uncomfortable. “Is there something on my face?” I asked Dan as I used my hand to wipe my face.

“Are you unwell?” Dan eventually asked me.

His question threw me off balance. It has only been a couple of weeks, and I know that being sick at a new job does not speak well of anyone. “Of course not,” I quickly answered.

“But your eyes have a different shade today. They look somewhat whitish,” Dan pressed. 

I dug my hand into my purse, grabbed my mini-mirror and took a quick glance at my eyes, but I could not see what Dan was on about. “I look fine to me, and I am actually fine,” I put the small mirror away and told Dan.

Dan sighed in surrender. “You know that you could take some days off if you do feel sick, right?” Dan said. “It doesn’t matter whether or not you just started working here; we love and care for all our workers,” Dan said reassuringly.

“I will put that in mind, thank you, but I am definitely fine,” I insisted.

Dan smiled warmly and walked away.  

I quickly grabbed the mirror again and took another look. Aside from the fact that I have been feeling a little tired easily, and I sleep like a dead dog all through the night, and slight headache occasionally, I felt very okay. Besides, all those are signs of stress. I hadn’t worked in a while now, so it was normal for my body to react to working everyday of the week. Of course, I am not about to say that to Dan regardless of his reassurances.

Just then, Belinda strolled in like she owned the place. I groaned upon seeing her, and Belinda laughed.

“You are never going to let me be,” I said as soon as she reached where I was and sank into the chair across from me. “You keep checking up on me as though I am a baby,” I queried and Belinda laughed. She knew my query was harmly.

That was what I liked about Belinda; she always understood everything I was saying and how I was saying it without the need to explain myself.

“I have some free time, and I was bored, so I decided to come and bug my favorite girl,” Belinda said. Well, part of it was true, and I knew it.

“Stop lying, Belinda. You are only checking in to make sure I am adjusting well with work for the hundredth time since I started walking here,” I said, leaned in and reduced my voice, “You are going to make them think I am incapable of working efficiently,” I told Belinda.

And like magic, Belinda brought out a food pack from her backpack. “Chinese for lunch, yeah? Does this cover us up?” Belinda asked with a smile on her lips.

We both giggled together. “You are incorrigible,” I teased her shaking my head.

“Vivian, are you okay? Your eyes look whitish,” Belinda pointed out.

I groaned out in exasperation. “Oh my gosh, not you again, please.”

“Someone else has mentioned it already?” Belinda asked.

“Yep, my boss,” I responded.

“You see? Which means what I am seeing is not in my head,” Belinda said and took my hands in hers. She always treated me like a baby, and honestly, I had missed the feeling of someone who actually cared about me and was never tired of showing it. “You should request for a break if you are overwhelmed,” Belinda said.

“Definitely not! I am here, please. You all need to stop fussing over me,” I said and got up. I honestly did not like the way everyone kept treating me like I was some fragile equipment, incapable of looking out for myself. It was becoming overbearing.

Belinda knew that I had gotten upset. “I am sorry,” she said.

I turned to respond to her, but in the blink of an eye, darkness swallowed me up as I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. The voices of alarm were only a distant echo in my ears.

Some hours later, I woke up to find myself in a hospital bed. I turned around sharply, but Belinda was right beside me, holding my hand tenderly.

“You are awake! You gave us all a scare. Your dad and Manny should be here soon,” Belinda informed me. I could literally feel the relief in her voice.

“Why did you have to trouble them? I asked her.

“I did not. Dan called them as soon as we brought you in even before I could think of it,” Belinda said and paused for a while. Then she looked at me deeply and asked, “How are you, Vivian?” 

“I am fine. Has the doctor said what is wrong with me?” I asked Belinda.

“Not yet, but they collected blood samples for test which I am sure should be out any time soon,” Belinda told me.

Just as she finished talking, the doctor entered into my ward with a wide smile on his face, leaving the door open.

“Congratulations, Ms. Vivian, you are pregnant with triplets,” he announced cheerfully.

Belinda and I stared at each other in shock.