AMELIA I sat in the hospital's waiting room, fancying I could still hear Lucy's screams. In actual fact, I couldn't. The moment I had gotten her to the hospital, several nurses had wheeled her away into the labour room which was quite far away from where I was sitting. Between Lucy and I was a long corridor, several wards and a closed door. I sighed, and glanced at the clock on the wall. Its hands seemed not to have only moved an inch for the last five minutes. Was itonly five minutes that had passed? It actually felt like fifty to me. With another sigh, I settled back into my seat. I had just been about to ask a doctor, a nurse, anyone if Lucy had given birth yet though I knew she hadn't. It was much too soon. I raked my fingers through my hair. Damn! The suspense was killing me. I kept seeing the fear and panic on Lucy's face as she realized the baby was about to come, and for some reason, seeing firsthand what a woman went through just before the birthing process began
AMELIA It was two days later, after the Lucy pregnancy episode that I decided it was time for me to go to the bakery. The amusement park project had taken up a huge chunk of my time but the project engineer was handling some things at the site and it gave me a little breather for that day. A few minutes of going through the bakery's record books made me doubly sure that Rose and the other of my employees were doing a really good job. I couldn't find a single thing to complain about. I was just putting away the record books and pulling closer the book detailing orders when there was a knock at the door of my office. "What is it, Rose?" I asked when she came in. She jerked her thumb in the direction of the corridor. "There is someone outside insisting she has to see you." "Send her in," I said. It was either Queenie coming to visit or perhaps a very important customer who was about to make a large order. Some of those kinds of customers often tended to want to see the own
AMELIA "Perfect," I sighed when I stepped back to survey the dinner table. I stepped forward, made a few tiny adjustments to the place mats and then it was truly perfect. I had invited Queenie over to the house for dinner and she was due at any moment. Just then, the doorbell rang. I hurried away to the front door to show Queenie into the house. “I hope you’re not mad I’m a bit late,” she said the moment I opened the door. “Of course not. Come in. I just made dinner.” I said. She began sniffing the air the moment she stepped over the threshold. "Something smells really good in here," she smiled. “I can see you’re still the chef I know.” "No, it doesn't," I said with a laugh. "I cooked in the kitchen, not here." "Fine then. Where's dinner? Let's start eating already." I shook my head, and glanced at my watch. "Not yet. We will have to wait a bit. Damian is not home yet." Queenie and I sat, chatting to pass the time while I waited for
AMELIA It felt like my eyes and ears were working overtime. My eyes kept roving all over the waiting room of the hospital. My ears were perked up to catch the slightest sounds. They waited to hear the footsteps of anyone who would give me the information I so desperately needed. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. It felt impossible to. I took several deep breaths, thrust my hands between my knees and tried to put my racing heart under control. It felt like I was on the verge of having a full scale panic attack. Thoughts kept flitting through my head. Worrying thoughts. I couldn’t stop them no matter how hard I tried. Last night, I couldn’t bring myself to take the test again. I didn’t know if I could handle the result and I wanted to put my mind at ease. People throw up once in a while, don’t they? But not me. Something strange was happening to me and I had my suspicions. Suspicions that my doctor would confirm. When I strolled in here in the morning, I was bare
DAMIAN I knew Anton was watching me. I turned a little in my seat to see him actually doing that. I sighed. I supposed I was being very obvious. Something was bothering me and try as I might, I couldn't shake it off. "Ah. I knew you would finally get to it," Anton said lightly the moment I opened my mouth. In no mood for any form of levity, I waved off his words. "Something is wrong with Amelia," I said. "But I can't just figure out what it is. It's not for lack of trying." "Ah." Anton said again as he took one leg off the top of the table in my office. "This... problem of yours must have a root, does it not?" "Yeah. Well..." I thought back to the dinner we had with Anton and Queenie days ago. That day had changed everything. "The other day she threw up and the first thing that came to mind was pregnancy. I thought she was pregnant-" "And is she?" Anton asked quickly. "No. She isn't. She told me that herself. I then I apologized for my mouth running away with me." A
AMELIA It was ironic really how one could get everything other people wanted and yet not be happy. It was currently my situation now. I looked around my plush new office. My business expansion had been successful. Business was good. It was thriving and yet I was not happy. Not one bit. My hands wandered over to my still flat stomach. I found myself doing this so often these days. I still found it hard to believe that a tiny version of me was growing in there, a version Damian was not yet aware of. And for the umpteenth time, I found myself thinking about my decision to keep my pregnancy hidden from Damian. Actually it was the last thing I wanted to do- to keep it from him. I wanted to tell him I was carrying his baby but I had no idea of how to break the news to him. There were several ways he could react. What if he got mad at me for hiding it? What if he denied being the father of the baby? It would break my heart. It really would. Wouldn't it be better if I didn't tell
AMELIA With my fingers steepled under my chin, I sat in my office, thinking about all Noah had said on TV during the interview, an interview which I was sure had been watched by the practically the whole city. Or maybe the entire world. The man certainly could sink to the lowest depths I myself would not even have considered for a moment. Even right now, I still couldn't fathom how he could continue being so petty and stupid. Petty enough to continue throwing shades and making wild accusations against Damian and I. Mostly, I felt that Noah was stupid. Very stupid indeed to have crossed me. I would have thought that by now, he would have realised the fact that it would be against his interests to keep antagonising me but he kept on doing it over and over and over again. It was obvious the interview was a way to salvage his dying reputation and financial status. But he could have simply tried to save his ass without dragging me down with him. The most aggravating part of it all this
DAMIAN I desperately fought the urge to fidget. I was not some erring four year old brought into the principal's office for goodness sake! Mrya who was smiling down at the card I was holding out to her was certainly no principal. Besides, I had already read what Amelia had written so it came as no surprise. That meant I wasn't supposed to be this tense. Myra took the feelings card from between my tight fingers. It was a struggle for me to finally let it go because it felt like I was giving her a piece of my essence. If she noticed how tightly I was holding on to it, she did not comment. She merely waited patiently until I had relinquished my hold on it before taking it and reading it. I leaned back immediately against the comfortable couch and waited for her verdict. For what seemed like several endless minutes, I watched her eyes dart left and right as she read. When she was done, she closed the card and smiled at me. "It's just I had thought. It is now q