Chapter 75: Chapter 75

Slowly I open my eyes and I see that I'm in an unfamiliar room, painted white and green curtain covering its sides and panic strikes my heart and I seat up quickly, about to bolt the next moment when I feel a hand holds onto mine in a tender caress and I look to see mom eyes, carefully looking at me.

"Where am I, mom?" I demand looking around in inspection.

My mind tells me I'm in a hospital, but I shut it up.

"You're in the hospital child, you passed out. The doctor ran some test when you were brought in, she'll be here with the result soon." She smiles warmly at me, her hand still holding on to mine.

What is she smiling about? And why am I irritated by everything?

"I wanna go home, mom."

The door opens and the young, pretty, doctor walks in and she's holding something I have no interest in knowing in her hand as she approaches me.

"How are you feeling now, Miss Snowfall?" She asks in a friendly tone even if that's the lasts thing I need right now.

No friendly gesture, my skin irk with a lack of interest.

"I'm okay, just a little weak and tired." Plus I want to go home, I completed in silence.

"That's expected considering the condition you're in." She explains carefully.

"What condition is that if I might ask?" I demand, raising my brow suspiciously.

She gives me a brightening smile as she says. "You're four weeks pregnant, Miss Snowfall."

"I'm not pregnant, I can't be pregnant!" I give her a ridiculous insane look and I turn to my mother who doesn't look as overthrown with shock as I am, "Mom, what is this?"

This isn't funny, not one bit of it is.

"Child, calm down," she says meeting my questioning gaze with her soft ones.

"Calm down?! Is this some kind of a joke?! 'cause it is not funny and it's the last I need right now." I furiously lash out, forcing my legs down to the floor.

"Why do you think it's a joke?" The lady in white ask, "Have you not been in a sexually active relationship lately?"

I open my mouth to reply with something nasty, but I hold myself and bite my lips for control. Surely I've been in a sexually active relationship, but no, I can't possibly be pregnant because Rory had always used protection every time we were intimate. He was always so bent on my safety 'cause according to him, having a baby now would be an inconvenience especially for me which was and still is true. So he'd always take his time and make sure he was protected before engaging in anything sexual with me. So there is no way I can be carrying a baby in me now.

"Yes, I have, but I can't be pregnant." I finally blurt out, my voice becoming hollow.

"Why not?" The lady asks, crossing her arms around herself as she eagerly waits for my answer.

"Because we were always using protection," I say with my voice going hollow with every word I say.

"You mean condoms." She asks.

I slowly nod, "Yes condoms."

"Condoms are not always safe you know." She points out. "At least not a hundred per cent safe. There could have been a tear or linkage while you two were engaged in the act and you would never notice."

Oh god, my world is turning upside down and I can't control it.

My head bows and I don't hear anything she says until something catches my ear, "Except you've been with more than one partner."

How dare she say that to me?!

"I've been with only one man!" I snap angrily, casting her a hard glare. Mom's hand gentle grazes mine and I blink back the tears that are burning my eyes.

"I'm just saying."

"Don't just say things you don't know." My voice comes out sad and rough and edgy and the Lady gives me a pitiful look.

"I'm sorry, but you're pregnant, Ms Snowfall and it might be overwhelming and hard to believe, but you are carrying a baby in your womb and it is for your lover or ex-lover as the case may be."

I cover my face with my hands and begin to sob harder, realising the reality that is in front of me now. I'm gonna be a mother, I'm having a child for the man I love, which wouldn't have been such a terrible thing if he didn't hate and despise my existence.

"We still have other options, if you think having the baby is such a bad idea." I know this is her job, but at this point, I just want her to stop talking.

"I'm not having an abortion, thanks for your suggestion." I cut her off and she nods and walks out of the room and I continue to sob.

"Taylor." Mom's voice dawn on my present state, reminding me that I am and haven't been alone all the while.

"Mom." I cry more when she wraps her arms around me. "I'm sorry mom, this was not the plan."

"Shh it's okay child, I know." She hushes and I lay my head on her shoulder for support.

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We arrived home and mom holds my hand into my room and helps me lie down. The doctor named Theresa had prescribed a few medicines for me to take and also some fruits and food best that would help protect both me and the baby and keep us safe and she also gave us some pills to help reduce my urge to throw up and advised that I stay away from any stressful and difficult activities as it might harm the baby. She booked us for my monthly check-up and says it'll be better if I come with my boyfriend, husband or whoever got me pregnant up as they were some things he'll need to know and assist me with during this time. She also said that it was completely normal to crave food, attention, love and touch as they are all part of being pregnant. She was nice in the end and I was grateful she didn't look at me with judging eyes, but she advised that I try to reach and talk to the father of my baby and let him know my condition.

The night was another restless night for me, my carving seems to have increased in double folds and I wanted to be held, touched and loved... I craved Rory like I never have and in the morning I was tired, exhausted and still craving.

I have to see Rory, I need to see him.

I take a bath and after getting dressed up, I walk out of the room and see mom in the living room clearing the tables. The three Js have left for school and she is cleaning the dining table which they ate on when I walk out. I have not left my room in weeks and the living room looks smaller now.

"Taylor, good morning, how are you?"

"I'm fine mom." she kisses my forehead and moves back.

Her eyes do a thorough inspection of my clothes and look before asking, "Where are you going?"

I bite my lips and fidget with my fingers, "I need to see Rory, mom, he needs to know that I'm carrying his child."

"What if he doesn't want the baby? What then?" Her eyes soften on me.

"I don't know, but I feel like it's a way of fate giving us a second chance. If I can talk to Rory if I can make him listen he'll realise that I didn't hurt him and all this is just bad luck."

"Taylor..."

"Mom, still I love him, I have to hope for the best at least," I say in my defence.

"Then I'll come with you."

I protest instantly to her words, "No, I've got this, I promise."

"Okay, child, go well, but don't let him hurt you."

"I won't let him," I promise and she leans in and kisses my forehead.

I promised and with that, I run out of the house I take a taxi and direct the driver to where I'm going to and after a twenty-minute drive, we pack in front of Rory's house.

I get down and pay the driver and begin to walk towards the gate. I knock on the gate and Lucas the security open the gate for me. He looks at me from head to toe with a pitiful eye but smiles when I raise a questioning brow.

"Hey, miss Taylor, you're okay?"

"Yes, Lucas, I'm fine." I flash him a small smile. "Is Rory in?"

"Yeah..." He begins, scratching his head awkwardly. "He's busy with someone."

"I'll wait inside for him." he tries to protest against my word, but I continue to speak. "It's important that I see him."

"Miss Taylor... I don't-"

"Please, Lucas, I need to talk to him, it's important." I plead desperately.

He lets out a surrendering sigh. "Okay, but don't say I didn't try to stop you."

"Thank you, Lucas, I owe you a big one." I flash him a grateful smile and make my way inside the house.

The house like always is completely quiet like it was when I came two weeks ago, only this time, I was uncertain. A part of me wants to turn around and go home as it believes that nothing good is gonna come out of my coming here and how my coming is only going to get worse, but yet another part of me urges me to move forward.

I walk closer and the negative voices in my head increase and they arise many questions in my head.

Didn't he practically throw you out two weeks so and strictly charge you never to come back?

Didn't he say he wanted nothing to do with you again?

I draw closer to the bedroom and my hands grow sweaty and my stomach clench in fear. It was only ten steps away and the door was on my right. The door opens and Rory walks out of the bedroom in nothing more than his shorts. He seems to be having a good day at home, probably working out and taking his frustration out on the punching bags. He's holding a bottle of champagne in his left hand and a glass in his. His hair is messy and he seems to have been fooling around. He's also breathing heavily chuckling and licking his lips. I want to go to him, but something holds me back and I don't, so I wait.

"You're coming out or what?" He yells at the top of his voice, drinking the last wine in his glass before pouring in more.

"I'm here." Is the response of a famine gentle voice and the door pulls open to reveal a beautiful and elegantly sparking brunette lady about twenty-nine years, with a loose bun come out in nothing but his T-shirt.