No going back
Larisa’s pov
The following day, I left home without informing my mother of where I was going. She knew I wasn’t going to work again and I simply mentioned that I wanted to meet someone. As soon as I stepped outside, I took a taxi and headed straight to the hospital. At my usual medical facility, they collected some samples from me for testing, and I was instructed to wait for the results.
To my surprise, the doctor assigned to my case was Dr. Vivian, who happened to be Gabriel's girlfriend, Taylor's closest friend. I had seen her accompanying her boyfriend to Taylor's house on several occasions. As she entered her office where I was already sitting down, she held an envelope in her right hand.
"When was your last menstrual period?" she asked.
"It was early last month," I responded absentmindedly, gazing at the doctor without giving it much thought.
"What about this month?" she pressed further.
"I'm still expecting it. Sometimes, it arrives late..."
"Expect it no longer because the test we just conducted indicates that you are pregnant."
"Pregnant?" I exclaimed, my emotions swirling within me.
"Yes, congratulations!" She extended her hand for a handshake. Concealing my confusion, I shook her hand and forced a smile as she handed me the envelope.
"You'll need to register at the antenatal unit."
"Alright!" I stood up, and she continued her instructions.
"The antenatal unit is located in the building on the left."
"Thank you," I replied, my eyes still filled with wonder as I left the doctor's office. Being pregnant was the last thing I desired at that moment, and even before leaving the office, I had already made up my mind about what I needed to do. However, I had to confide in Dylan, the only person I could trust with my secret. The mere thought of being pregnant caused my anxiety to surge. Why did it have to be Taylor?
As I stepped out of the building where the test was conducted, I didn't spare a glance at the antenatal building. I got in the car and returned home. Seated in the backseat, my mind was inundated with various thoughts.
Could I really be carrying Taylor's child? The thought sent me into a panic, but I was relieved that I alone held this knowledge. I couldn't fathom the idea of being pregnant with someone I had ended things with. No, no, the notion frightened me. Whenever I mentioned Taylor's name, it felt as though he stood beside me or observed my every move. I reached for my phone and dialed Dylan's number. I was prepared to share my hidden plans of meeting him and the news of my pregnancy. When Dylan answered, his first words were,
"My dearest, how are you?"
"I'm fine. I'm currently in the car and I want to talk to you once I get home."
"Alright, I hope everything's alright."
"Yes, I'm fine."
Eventually, the car halted in front of my house, and I hastily disembarked and entered. My mother was in the living room, standing up to greet me with a hug.
"Welcome! You came back early. Did you find the person you went to see?" she asked.
"Yes, I met the person."
"Great," she replied with a smile, seemingly unaffected.
I didn't want to disclose the news of my pregnancy to my mother, as I knew she wouldn't support my secret plan. I needed to confide in someone I trusted, someone who would stand by me. Leaving my mother in the living room, I proceeded to my room. Once inside and after locking the door, I dialed Dylan's number on my phone.
"My dearest, how are you? My heart has been in turmoil since you told me you were feverish. Is that why you returned home?"
Initially, I remained silent, contemplating the best way to begin and conclude what I needed to say.
"Darling!" Dylan called out when he received no response.
"I'm here," I replied softly.
"What's the matter?" he asked, sensing a change in my tone.
"Dylan, let me start by confessing everything I've kept from you."
"Okay...go ahead," he said cautiously.
A few days ago, I deliberately resigned from my job, explaining to my supervisor that I had an important pursuit in my life that couldn't be achieved while working there. He wasn't pleased. I left my job because I wanted to surprise you with a visit to New York."
"What? Are you serious?" he exclaimed with excitement.
"Yes, and I believe I'll find greater happiness by being with you. I'll be coming in a few days."
"A few days? That's amazing! Thank you for letting me know. I can't wait to embrace you. It feels like you're already here with me. I was actually thinking about inviting you here, but I thought it might be too soon. My house has plenty of space for you. There are also other job opportunities available, or if you prefer, you can work with me at my workplace."
"I would love to work alongside you. That would be wonderful. So, that's everything I've been hiding from you. However, this morning, I went to the hospital, and after the tests, it turns out that I'm pregnant."
"Pregnant?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, but I can handle the pregnancy discreetly. It won't disrupt any of our plans."
"How?" he asked.
"I'm cutting all ties with Taylor, including this pregnancy. I'm willing to do it for the sake of our love."
Suddenly, his voice fell silent, and I waited anxiously. When I didn't hear him speak, I said,
"Dylan...are you there?"
"Yes," he responded, sounding unfamiliar to me.
"What's going on? Aren't you supportive of my plans? You're the only person I trusted and believed would support my decision for the sake of our relationship. If it weren't for the pregnancy, I wouldn't have shared my plans with you. But I decided to tell you before I proceed. I don't know why I became pregnant at this moment, but it's a secret. I'm going to have an abortion."
Another silence followed. Each moment of silence not only conveyed his disapproval but also made my heart race.
"Dylan? You're not saying anything. Are you still there?"
"Yes, I'm here."
"Are you busy?" I asked hastily.
"No, I'm processing what you just told me."
"Is there something wrong with it?" I asked quickly.
"But..." he paused. "I don't know how to say this, but...why did you become pregnant now?"
"It shattered my heart when the doctor told me too, but I'll handle it."
"That's my brother's child," he interrupted.
"Meaning?" His peculiar attitude slowly started to sink in. "What are you trying to say?"
There was another silence before he finally spoke,
"I deeply value the love that bonded us, but this pregnancy... I'm confused."
"Can I give you some time to think about it? I'm going to have an abortion. That's final. I won't go back to Taylor, if that's what you're thinking. It shows that you don't care about me."
"I care about you so much," he interrupted again.
"If you truly care, you wouldn't think that way. Fine, if you want me to keep this baby, then I'll keep it with you. That's the only thing I'll agree to."
"But it's not my child. How do you expect my conscience to react? And when Dylan finds out, he'll accuse me of not only stealing his girlfriend but also his child. The whole situation seems complicated."
"What are you trying to say? Be clear with me. Our relationship and this baby? Which one do you value?"
"I cherish you, my dear..."
"Then why are you taking so long to agree with me? I said I would give you some time to think about it, but it seems like you don't agree. I'm the one who endured the hardships of being in a relationship with Taylor. It was like living in hell, and I don't want anything to tie us together anymore. I still don't understand your stance. Should I keep the pregnancy and inform Taylor that I'm carrying his baby? You're making me question my life, and it's very disheartening that it's coming from you."
"Larisa, please, you need to calm down and let us contemplate what you just said. I didn't suggest you go back to him. But this pregnancy has become a dilemma."
"I have made my choice. It's riskier not to seize this opportunity. You're the only person I've trusted to confide in about my situation. Let me know when you're done processing what I've told you. There are still many hours left in the day."
"Okay..." and before he could say anything else, I ended the call. I thought he should be the only person who would understand me. There's no one else I can confide in who would even slightly support my plan.
I stayed indoors until late afternoon, and my mum assumed it was due to my disagreement with Taylor, which was why I appeared weary and dejected.
During dinner, as my mum and I were eating, Taylor called for the first time since I left his house.
"Your phone is ringing," my mum said.
"Taylor is the one calling, and I don't want to hear his voice."
She persuaded me, and before the call ended, I answered it.
"Hello," I said, and the only thing he said was,
"How is my baby doing? I hope he or she is fine?"
"What?" I exclaimed. How did he know about it?
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