Chapter 11

Tara POV 
I woke up this morning feeling lightheaded and exhausted, probably because I kept on vomiting last night. 
Chad wasn't really supportive; he just said I shouldn't come close to him so I wouldn't puke on him. The world's best husband, right? I mentally rolled my eyes as I ate my breakfast.
Chad was done eating, and he didn't even say anything to me. He didn't even ask about my well-being; even my enemy would care about my health state, but this man didn't even care about my existence.
"Chad?" I called out to him when he was about to stand up.
"What is it this time?" he questioned as if he were irritated by me.
"I was wondering if you'll escort me to the hospital so we can know what my condition is," I said softly.
"I can't. I have an early morning meeting with my staff, and I can't miss it," he said, standing up.
"Wait!" "I'm sure you can reschedule your meeting, and your staff will understand your wife needed medical attention, so you escorted her," I ask with a beaming smile, hoping he'll say yes.
"I can't Tara" he walked past me.
He's so mean, he doesn't even want to know my health. Chad is taking too much advantage of me because I'm a quiet wife, and I need to put an end to it. I don't know what this feeling is, but I can't get rid of it.
I rushed to catch him before he took off with his car, and as soon as he entered his car, I opened the passenger door and slid into the seat quickly.
I felt his gaze on me, and I ignored him.
"What on earth are you trying to do?" He asked and looked at me like I'd lost my mind.
"If you really have to go to work, I'll follow you and wait for you until you're done or free, then we can go to the hospital together," I said nonchalantly.
He sighed really loudly and ran his hands down his face.
"You're really sick, aren't you, Tara?" He asked, and somehow I felt like he insulted me.
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I was surprised that Chad parked in front of the hospital. 
I thought he couldn't miss the meeting; I guess he really doesn't want me in his workplace.
"Do whatever you've got to do fast; I don't have time to waste," he said, and we enlightened the car.
I smiled. "Thanks for leaving work for me." I genuinely appreciated him.
"Whatever Tara," he just said and walked ahead of me. 
We entered the empty room where we were supposed to meet the doctor. Chad grew impatient, and I wondered where the doctor might be. 
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mrs. Anderson," the doctor said as soon as she came in and sat behind her desk.
"It's fine," I said with a smile.
"No, it's not; you're out there wondering off, and I am here waiting for you as you waste my valuable time," he scolded the doctor, and I looked at him, disappointed.
"Chad?, she's a doctor; her time is equally valuable." I reasoned with him, and he rolled his eyes.
"It's fine Mrs. Anderson, it was my mistake. I was here behind schedule; can you tell me what the problem is?" She asked me 
"Yeah, I'm mostly nauseous around oily food; I sometimes get sick in the morning; I also eat more than usual; and I get lightheaded," I explained, and she had a proud smile.
"I'm going to run a few checkups on you just to confirm, Mr. Stone. Please excuse us for a minute." 
Chad, who has been glued to his phone, just stood up and walked out without a care about me.
The doctor ran a few checkups on me and got my blood and urine samples. 
When she was done, I called Chad, and the results were almost out, and he came back inside the room. 
The doctor joined us shortly and had the wildest grin on her face. I wonder why.
Chad was still on his phone, not giving a damn about the scenario.
I embrace myself to hear the doctor.
"Mr. Stone and Mrs. Anderson, I'm glad to tell you that you will soon be parents of a beautiful, healthy baby," the old lady said.
I slapped my hands on my mouth, and I could almost hear Chad's phone drop on the floor.
"Mrs. Anderson is two weeks pregnant," the doctor added, and I passed the white envelope with my reports. 
Chad roughly opened it, and his face went pale.
I was beaming with joy.
"Chad, we're going to be mommy and daddy." I squeaked with so much joy and unintentionally hugged Chad, but he pushed me away.
"There's no way you're pregnant; doctor, run another test." Chad stood up and threw the papers away. 
I knit my brows. Why is he so upset about this happy moment? 
"Our hospital doesn't make such mistakes, Mr. Stone," the doctor said calmly. 
"Bullshit, this wasn't supposed to happen; this is an abomination," he slammed his hands on the desk and took his leave. 
"These are your pills that will help reduce the effect of the pregnancy and the prescription; there are also dos and don'ts there for you." The doctor walked up to me and gave me a white bag. 
"Thanks, doctor, I really appreciate it," my hand subconsciously rubs my flat belly. "And I'm sorry for my husband's outbursts; I think he's just angry because of the business meeting he missed." 
"It's okay, my dear," "but I'll advise you to stay alert."
"Why?"
"I'm sure you won't want to lose your baby, and guessing from your husband's outburst, he isn't pleased with your unborn child," she said, and I said my thanks and left. 
My breath hitches when I see a handsome man who has the face of a handsome god. He looks awfully familiar. I couldn't even look away, my heartthrobs repeatedly.
He was about to turn his gaze at me, but a strong hand pulled me to a sharp corner.
It was Chad: "If you really love this hospital so much, I don't mind booking a bed for you." 
Chad sarcastically said that and pulled me to the car. I looked back, wishing I could see that face again. 
"You've already wasted enough time," Chad mumbles.