Chapter 19 Pregnancy
I slowly open my eyes and begin to look around the room. I’m not in the jet anymore instead, I’m in a beautiful room. My heart starts pounding rapidly. I quickly get off the bed and walk toward the window, pulling the curtains aside.
The moment the view outside comes into sight, I forget to breathe for a few seconds. Snow is falling outside. White mountains, icy air, and softly drifting snowflakes create such a breathtaking scene that my eyes sting with unshed tears. I stand there silently, staring at the view.
Suddenly, an odd sensation runs through my body. My face turns pale. Panicked, I place a hand on my stomach. A burning sensation rises in my chest.
Before I can understand what’s happening, I cover my mouth and rush toward the bathroom. As soon as I reach the sink, I bend forward and vomit violently. My throat burns, and tears stream down my face.
Just then, I feel a hand on my back. A worried voice reaches my ears. “Sara? Are you okay?” Mr. Wilson’s voice is trembling.
But I can’t respond. I start vomiting again, coughing uncontrollably. He immediately brings water, splashes some on my face, then gently wipes my mouth with a towel. His hand keeps moving slowly over my back, steady and careful, as if trying to ground me, “Shh… shh… it’s okay,” he keeps whispering.
He helps me out of the bathroom and brings me into the room, making me sit on the bed. I lean forward, taking deep breaths.
My head feels dizzy. He sits very close to me, “Are you okay? Tell me what happened. Did you eat something wrong?” His voice is filled with concern.
Gathering myself, I say softly, “No… I’m fine.”
He immediately responds in a mix of anger and tension, “Shut up. If you were fine, you wouldn’t be vomiting. I don’t want to hear anything. Get ready quickly, I’m calling the doctor.”
Saying this, he stands up, opens the cupboard, and starts taking out my clothes. I stare at him in surprise, “Who put my clothes in the cupboard?” I ask.
Without looking at me, he replies, “Do you see anyone else here besides me?”
Hearing this, a small, unintentional smile appears on my face. He places the clothes on the bed and says, “Change quickly.”
Then he sits on the sofa and makes a phone call. “Breakfast should be ready,” he says.
I keep looking at him. Slowly, I start getting used to his care. Maybe he never received love in his childhood, and what he’s giving now somewhere comes from guilt. That thought pierces my heart.
About an hour later, I’m sitting on the bed after getting ready and having breakfast. The doctor is checking me. Mr. Wilson is standing outside the room. He doesn’t want to leave, but I insisted he go out… because there’s a fear deep in my heart.
What if what I’m thinking
turns out to be true?
The doctor completes my check-up and then, with a soft smile, says, “Congratulations… you are pregnant.”
The moment her words reach my ears, it feels as if time stops. I keep staring at her, my eyes widening in shock. My heart starts pounding wildly. This is the one thing I was most afraid of and yet, it has finally become the truth. My hands turn cold, and my breathing grows heavy.
The doctor continues speaking, but I can’t hear a single word. Inside my mind, only one voice keeps echoing no… not now… please, not now.
The doctor stands up and says, “I’ll inform Mr. Wilson.”
As soon as I hear that, I panic and quickly grab her hand. My fingers are trembling. Almost folding my hands, I plead, “No, doctor… please. Don’t tell him yet. I’ll tell him myself… please.”
The doctor looks surprised.
“But why?” she asks.
In a soft, almost breaking voice, I reply, “Please, doctor, try to understand, there are some reasons. Not right now.”
For a few seconds, she studies my face carefully, as if reading the fear hidden in my eyes. Then she lets out a gentle breath and says, “Okay.”
Just then, the door suddenly opens and Mr. Wilson walks in. Worry is clearly written all over his face. He comes straight to me and sits on the edge of the bed. “What happened? Are you okay now?” His voice is filled with tension.
The doctor replies calmly, “She was feeling a bit exhausted, that’s why she vomited. It happens sometimes. Otherwise, she’s fine.”
Mr. Wilson nods slightly, murmuring “hmm,” and gestures for the doctor to leave. She walks out of the room.
The moment the door closes, Mr. Wilson suddenly pulls me into his chest. His arms tighten around me, as if he never wants to let me go, “Do you know how worried I was?” he says in a heavy, emotional voice.
I remain silent, listening to him. I don’t say anything, nor do I pull away from him. Inside my heart, a storm is raging.
After a while, he gently moves me away from himself. Holding my face in both his hands, he looks straight into my eyes, “That was the only issue, right? Nothing else?”
Then he adds softly, “If there’s any problem, any tension… tell me.”
His voice is gentle, almost protective. I feel strange, overwhelmed. My heart keeps screaming tell him now… tell him that he’s going to be a father.
My lips part slightly, then close again. I look into his eyes, those same eyes that are so strong, yet at this moment, so sincere and full of concern.
My heart races as his eyes search my face, waiting for an answer. I lower my gaze, hiding the truth trembling on my lips.
A strange fear grips me what if this changes everything between us? He brushes my thumb gently, sensing something unsaid. I force a weak smile, while inside, a secret grows… silently, dangerously.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!