Is she pregnant?
Enrico
When it comes to Rachel, I can't help but admit I'm weak, but the situation became extremely inconvenient. She showed up just as Joseph was in the bathroom, and the only thing that came to mind when I saw her next to the huge and comfortable bed was to take advantage of the softness of the mattress and satisfy my longing for her teasing mouth, losing myself in her tempting body.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Rachel asked, seeming impatient.
After hearing her being sick on the back porch, I decided not to reveal my presence and went to my room, where I took a refreshing shower after my morning run. However, the scene continued to haunt my thoughts throughout the day and resulted in confusing and disturbing dreams at night, in which I saw various pregnant women.
Given that Rachel was always avoiding my presence, surrounded by other people to intimidate me, I decided that the next morning after a sleepless night, I would go to Joseph's room and wait for the discreet moment to talk to her. I could have gone to her room since Lindsay and she shared the same one, but I didn't want to have a bed nearby when we were together and alone. Exactly as it was happening now.
"I'll be quite straightforward, Rachel," I warned my heart tight within my chest. "Are you pregnant?"
There was no reason for beating around the bush; the question demanded a straightforward answer, and I wasn't in the mood for beating around the bush. However, the shock and genuine horror on Rachel's face made it clear that she hadn't even considered that possibility yet, which eased my mind a bit.
"Are you out of your mind!?" She said with visible difficulty, her face paling. "Where did you get such an absurd idea?"
I noticed her trying to grasp onto the bedhead, the closest thing nearby, and instinct, more than anything, made me jump out of the chair just in time to prevent Rachel from falling to the literal ground.
She had fainted.
I held her now lifeless body close to me and placed her on my father's bed, while my nerves left me on the verge of a panic attack.
"Rachel... Rachel?"
I called softly repeatedly, and to my great relief, she slowly opened her eyes, looking dazed, but closed them again upon realizing what had just happened.
"I'm okay," she said weakly.
Before I could say anything, Joseph emerged from the bathroom, already dressed and drying his hair with a towel draped over his arm. Seeing the strange scene — Rachel lying on his bed and me sitting next to her on the mattress — he furrowed his brow in confusion, opening and closing his mouth several times as if searching for words. I hastened to clarify the situation.
"Rachel had a sudden illness, fainted, and I put her on your bed, Dad."
His startled look reflected his astonishment at the situation. He hurried over to us as fast as he could, considering his mobility issue.
"Feeling better, girl?" It was the brusque question my father posed.
Before answering, Rachel tried to sit up, and I helped her, albeit reluctantly. Her face had already returned to its normal color.
"You shouldn't worry, Joseph," Rachel said, now attempting to get up from the bed. "I'm fine."
I didn't allow her to get up, even in the face of her annoyed glare, continuing to hold her by the wrist and making sure she at least remained seated.
"You stay seated for a while, Rachel," Joseph advised paternalistically, something strange coming from me. "You must agree that being sick since yesterday and fainting like this, it's not normal. I advise you to see a doctor."
Unlike her attitude towards me, Rachel smiled affectionately at Joseph and nodded in agreement to his words. This caused immense discomfort in me, and I could even call it "jealousy."
"I think it's better to take her back to her room, Rachel," I suggested, trying not to let my irritation show.
"I can go by myself!" Rachel protested when I tried to help her up.
"What's going on?" Lindsay entered the room and asked in surprise.
We explained what had happened, and after much protest from Rachel, she ended up returning to her room only with Lindsay's company, firmly refusing my offer of help.
I became extremely irritated when I realized that she didn't respond to my question, but her fainting spoke volumes about it, and I became increasingly sure that Rachel was pregnant, which would change everything for me.
"What are you thinking?" Joseph asked. "You seem strange."
After the girls left, I returned to sit in the same armchair where I was when Rachel entered. Only then did I realize how lost in thought I had been while Joseph pretended to eat his breakfast at the table by the window?
"You're trying to change the subject, Dad," I chose not to express my suspicions about Rachel at that moment. "I see you still haven't eaten anything, just pushing the food around."
If Rachel was indeed pregnant, as I suspected, everyone would know soon enough, and there would be no reason to hide it, after all, she was of legal age and responsible for her actions. However, I couldn't talk to my father before I was sure. After a brief conversation about the importance of eating properly, especially at his age, I decided to go to Rachel's room in an attempt to extract the truth from her that I sought.
"I'll just finish up here and check on Rachel," Joseph warned. "Today is the second day she's been feeling unwell, and she refuses to go to the doctor."
"But today she will, Dad," I said with a humorless smile. "I'll make sure of it. Trust me."
I let Joseph go see how Rachel was doing while I grabbed the car keys and a coat, because even though it was summer in London, that day was cloudy and cold, much like how I felt with the very real possibility of Rachel being pregnant.
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