Sharmaine opened her eyes to a place she thought was familiar, but different—A room that seemed fairly decorated and cozy. On her hand was a needle attached, making her scan the room for potential clues as to who might have carried her all the way here.
A man entered the room; he was tall, has great face features and wore casual clothing. Sharmaine's eyes widened as soon as she saw who it was—it was Ivan. The last thing she remembered was giving Claire her farewell, and that's it—there was no Ivan at that part.
"Don't ask and rest," he said with a firm voice as Sharmaine stared at him, constantly thinking if she was grateful for what he did. The silent atmosphere thickened until a man in a white coat entered the premises.
He held up his clipboard and began analyzing it. "It seems that you have fainted due to dehydration. It's nothing serious, but good thing you were caught by someone or else you might've undergone a miscarriage. I advise that you should be extra careful from now on."
Sharmaine's eyes widened yet again. She did not know what the doctor was saying nor does it make sense. She briefly laid her eyes up against Ivan's face, which did not seem to be bothered. Her nerves shivered all of a sudden.
"M-Miscarriage?" she stared at the doctor, desperately waiting for the answer, "What do you mean?"
The doctor smiled. "Congratulations, you are five weeks pregnant."
Pregnant. The last word she wanted to hear in her entire lifetime. She thought that this was just some stupid joke until the doctor gave ultrasound pictures. At this moment, she did not know what to feel.
The doctor happily excused himself and left the two in the room with a silent atmosphere. Sharmaine clenched her fists, holding her tears in.
"You've got to be kidding, right?" Her brain had not processed such events; she was feeling sick all this time because of this unborn child, and she did not even know it. Ivan sighed; he knew that this was a possibility, so it barely startled him.
"Sh*t" Tears rolled out of Sharmaine's eyes because she did not know what to do. She gripped her tummy and looked at it as couldn't believe that she's going to have a child with this man.
"What am I supposed to do?" she muttered. Ivan sat on her bed. His eyes, for once, looked concerned, filled with affection and happiness with guilt. He hesitantly placed his hand on top of hers.
"Live with me."
A moment of confusion struck again. Sharmaine locked her eyes upon the father of her child. A tear dropped from her swollen eyes as she felt her heart pounding. She gripped Ivan's manly hand as her fingers trembled.
"Do I have to?"
Ivan kept his eyes to hers. "I wouldn't mind if you decide to keep the child."
She looked at her tummy one more time and considered aborting, but she immediately clasped her mouth and thought that it would be inhumane of her to do so.
"I'll keep it. I'll just take a few vacation leaves. Denzel won't suspect a thing." Her voice trembled a lot. She was panicking.
Denzel needed her to aid him with everything since the project is now taking place. Thinking this made more tears roll out of her eyes as she felt her heart pounding faster. She had no choice but to accept the reality, though she was unsure at the foreseeable future.