Time seemed to crawl as he waited for an update.Jack paced the hospital corridor, the sound of his shoes tapping rhythmically against the cold floor. Time dragged painfully as he waited for any news about Tasha. The last few hours had been a whirlwind, and his mind was still not settled. "What happened? Was Tasha okay?" A hundred thoughts swirled around in his head, but none of them stuck for long. Finally, a doctor emerged from the room. Jack straightened up immediately, his pulse quickening.“Mr. Jack?” the doctor asked, scanning the waiting area.“Yes, that’s me,” Jack responded, stepping forward. “How is she?”The doctor gave him a calm, almost warm smile. “She’s stable. We’ve done some tests, and while she’s still resting, everything looks alright for now.”Jack sighed heavily, as if all his problems had disappeared but didn't know what awaits him..“Thank God,” he muttered under his breath. “Can I see her?”The doctor hesitated for a moment, then gestured for Jack to follow
Tasha sat up in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling as Jack’s words echoed in her head. "You’re pregnant." It didn’t make sense…."How could she be pregnant?"...She had been careful, so careful, in fact, that she had taken care of things immediately after that night with Jack. All that blabbering that day at his office was just to hear and see how he'd react.There was no way this baby could be his. And even more confusing, she had still been getting her periods. Something didn’t add up.Jack was pacing near the window, clearly overwhelmed, running his hands through his hair, looking like he was about to lose it.Tasha could see the stress lines deepening on his face, but she had her own problems to think about. This pregnancy was news to both of them, but Tasha knew for sure that it couldn’t be Jack’s child. It had to be someone else. One of the other men she had been seeing in the chaos of her life…Tasha knew she had to talk to the doctor, figure out what was really going on.
Gracey sat in her cozy apartment in downtown Vancouver, staring at her phone. It had been months since she left for Canada, months since she had any real connection with her old life. Life had moved on, and so had she. Or at least, she thought she had. She scrolled through social media absentmindedly, pausing when a familiar name popped up, Richie. There he was, smiling in a photo, his arm wrapped around his beautiful woman. Leah. The caption read: "Engaged to the love of my life." Gracey’s heart sank momentarily. Not because she wanted Richie back. She’d accepted long ago that they were never meant to be. It was about everything that had happened between them. The years they were together and couldn't even love each other properly, the accident planned by her dad, and the pain that lingered in the air before and after they finally called it quits. It still stung in a way she didn’t expect. Her new boyfriend, Omari, walked in from the kitchen, carrying two cups of coffee
Tasha sat alone in the clinic, nervously tapping her foot against the tiled floor. She couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her stomach, not from the pregnancy, but from the looming question in her mind. "Is Jack really the father of this baby? Or her other fling?"She hadn’t planned for any of this. Her life was already a mess, and the last thing she needed was to complicate Jack’s life too. But things had gone too far, and now, she had to find out if really this child belongs to Jack.She'd be happy if it was Jack's but will be more happier if it isn't his. Because Jack had warned her that he won't be involved if she eventually pops out one day and tell him she was pregnant.The door to the doctor's office opened, and Dr. Bennett walked in with a warm smile, clipboard in hand. "What can I do for you, Miss Tasha?"..."I'd love to find out if a DNA can be done at this stage of pregnancy?""Miss Tasha, you're almost at nine weeks now, if my calculations are right.""Yeah," Tasha mumble
Mariam sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone, though her mind wasn’t really on the screen, she has been thinking what could have led to Tasha fainting at work. And hope she isn’t pregnant with Jack’s child because of that sex they had.Since he was drunk, she bet he didn’t use any protection… “Oh, my goodness. I think I have been thinking a lot lately”… she muttered.Something had been off with Jack lately too, he has been cold towards her unlike the lovely and lively man she knew and she couldn’t shake the feeling. It had been days since they’d last spent any quality time together. And every phone call since then had felt…distant. “Was he avoiding me?”.. she asked herself again.Usually, Jack was full of energy, cracking jokes and making her laugh, never missing a chance to say “I love you” before they hung up. Now, there was none of that. He was cold, withdrawn, like he was carrying a burden he didn’t want to talk about. Mariam sighed and put her phone down… Sh
Jack and Tasha arrived at the hospital at exactly 9:50am. Jack sat stiffly on one of the plastic chairs, his eyes glued to the floor. Tasha, on the other hand, fidgeted with her phone, glancing at the door every few seconds, waiting for the nurse to return with the final, corrected result.A day ago, the hospital had given them the wrong result, which wrongly stated that Jack was the father. The shock of seeing that on paper had left both of them silent and confused. Jack had felt angry about the weight of the news that he wasn’t sure he could carry. “I don’t know what to expect anymore,” Tasha whispered, breaking the silence.Jack didn’t look up, his jaw clenched tightly. “I can’t believe we’re even here again. I just hope they results doesn't end up with the same thing again”Tasha sighed, resting her hand on her stomach. “I am sorry.. so sorry for what I did.. I know I didn't apologize for sleeping with you while you were wasted. I was still claiming my right when I was wrong.”J
Jack was pacing in his living room, heart racing as he checked the time for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Tonight had to be perfect. After all the chaos with Tasha and the DNA test, he had realized one thing, he couldn’t afford to lose Mariam. She was the love of his life, and he’d been a fool for letting anything come between them.And that is why he had to fix this dinner date.Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he straightened his collar and took a deep breath. He had planned everything for tonight. A quiet, intimate dinner at the rooftop restaurant where they had one of their first dates. The flowers were ready, the ring was in his pocket, and all he needed was for Mariam to say "yes."But first, he had to make things right with her.Mariam staring at her reflection in the mirror. Wasn’t sure what to expect tonight. Jack had apologized over the phone and asked her out for a dinner date.She wanted to believe that he had a good reason for the date. Maybe a prope
Alex couldn’t believe his luck or lack thereof as he walked up to Leah’s office building. By this time, he was sure they could have let their guard down a little.He had spent countless nights thinking about her, imagining how things could have been if he hadn’t screwed it all up. He wasn’t leaving until Leah listened to him. He had to convince her to take him back. "After all, who else would she be with? If not him"... he muttered.Walking into the lobby, Alex straightened his tie, the nerves starting to hit him. He knew Leah was still angry, but surely, she could be reasonable. Maybe if he just laid it all out, told her how much he missed her, she would reconsider.But as Alex reached the reception, something made him stop in his tracks. There, standing like a mountain of confidence, was Richie. Leah’s Richie, Leah’s baby.And he wasn't having it, seeing Alex’s face around his wife again. He had wanted to take care of this but since the guards were doing their job well. He kept qui