Chapter 75: Chapter 75

JUNE

We didn't have to wait too long. It only took less than an hour, mostly thirty minutes for the result.

“Here." The doctor gave the results to me, smiling like one who has a secret.

“Thank you,” I took the envelope containing the test result, while Mark looked at it, eager to know what the outcome might be.

I glared darkly at him, opened my bag and made to stuff the result into it before he grabbed it from me.

“Aren't you going to open it up, miss?” The middle-aged doctor asked, smiling at me. He looked like one who had all the secrets in the entire world.

“Nah, I don't think it's necessary,” I stuffed it into my bag. “I bet it's just the flu. Mark was just being too naggy," I rose from the chair.

“I think you need to open it up, miss,” he said, pointedly looking at my bag. “I would have told you what the test result read, but I think you might prefer to be the first to see it.”

I frowned at his words. What on Earth could it be? Why do I need to know what's in it?

“The doctor is right. If it's something critical, he might prescribe some medications to you. You don't have to—”

“I will read it when I get home. Thank you so much, doctor.” Smiling at him, I made for the door, not ready to spend more than the necessary time here.

“Wait!” Mark raced after me, stopping me from opening the door by placing his left hand on the handle. “Why are you in such a hurry to leave? The doctor asked—”

“I came to the hospital like you wanted, didn't I? As for the results, I will go through them when I return home. Should there be any questions, I will call you and ask—”

“You know, I wasn't supposed to say anything until you opened the result. I wanted it to be a surprise, so I can explain everything to you,” the doctor rose from his chair, smiling.

The expression on his face made me eager to march over there and yank his red hair until it pulled out of his scalp.

“Okay,” I fully turned to face him, too tired to argue with Mark. I know he won't let me rest until he knows exactly what's wrong with me. It's at a time like this that I wish I didn't have a caring friend. I just wish to go home and sleep the rest of the afternoon away.

Otherwise, I might not have the chance to sleep when Kristin returns. He's an insatiable man, who doesn't let me rest until the early hours of dawn.

“What does the result say, doctor?” I opened my bag and brought the said result out.

“I think you need to sit for this.” He gestured over to the chair opposite him, and I begrudgingly walked over to it and sat down.

“So, what is it? If it isn't the flu, what might it be? Don't tell me it's cancer?!” I dramatically widened my eyes, while Mark rolled his and moved closer to me.

The doctor beamed, looking like he was barely holding himself.

I checked the time on my wristwatch, ready to tell him off should he continue to smile without saying anything.

“Congratulations, Miss June. You are two weeks pregnant,” he grinned.

My ears rang at his words. I could barely make anything out as I gaped at him, shocked to my bones. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

“What the hell did you just say, doctor?!” Mark asked, yelling the words I was aiming for.

“She's pregnant. If you doubt our diagnosis, you can run a test in another hospital.”

“No… No, that can't be possible!” I managed to yell out, shaking my head, trying to deny the words he said.

“It is. All the symptoms you mentioned—”

“No!” I rose from the chair, still shaking my head. “That can't be possible. We are not ready.”

“I know it's—”

“Doctor, can you give us a minute? I need to speak with her,” Mark said in a calm voice, sounding more collected than I was.

“I will give you twenty minutes,” the doctor said before he took something from his table and left, still smiling like a damned fool!

Ugh!

“June, you need to calm down.” Mark closed the distance between us and placed both hands on my shoulders.

“Calm down? How the hell do you expect me to calm down when I'm pregnant? Pregnant, Mark. Your June is pregnant!”

“I know,” he nodded. “But you must calm down. Being pregnant isn't a bad thing. You—”

“I never said it was a bad thing,” I cut his words off, with my eyes narrowed to slits at him. “It's just that I don't think Kristin will want the baby.”

He has never said anything about having a baby with me. I don't think he wishes for that.

“How do you know? Have you ever discussed it with him?” Mark gently asked, smiling down at me.

“No, we haven't. But—”

“There is no way for you to conclude he doesn't like kids when he hasn't told you that himself. Look at me, June. You need to calm down.”

“Okay, I've calmed down. What next?” I slowly asked, trying not to freak out. I couldn't help but conjure scenario after scenario of what might happen should Kristin learn of my pregnancy.

Will he ask me to abort the baby? What if he decides to call things off and stop speaking to me? Will he think I planned this to ensnare him forever?

I know I once thought of this, but it's not my fault that he doesn't like using condoms! He always claims that it itches him whenever he does that.

“You need to tell him, June. Just know that whatever happens, I will be here for you. You can count on me, my love. I will always be here for you." He leaned down and used his thumb to wipe a tear I didn't know was under my right eye.

“But—”

“You can't keep this a secret forever. He's the father of your baby. He deserves to know about it. And if he doesn't want the baby, he's a bigger fool for that. He doesn't deserve you and the baby.” He wiped another tear from my face, “Just know that I'm always here for you. Should he not want the baby, I can help you keep it.”

Though I wanted to refuse, I know Mark is right. Kristin deserves to know. But the problem is I don't know how to break it to him.

I just hope everything goes well tonight…