Two Weeks Pregnant!
Evelyn was in the middle of her work when a knock echoed through the room, the sound bouncing off the walls like a distant drum.
"Come in," she said, her voice steady and controlled despite the turmoil roiling within her.
Antonio walked inside, his face a mask of professionalism, and began to speak. "Miss, Mr. Valc—"
Before he could finish, a man hurriedly entered the room. Evelyn's eyes met his, and her breath caught. "Archie."
A lump formed in her throat, making it hard to breathe. All she could think about was the last month of struggle, the relentless pain of her family's demise. She had fought against all her emotions, determined not to shed a single tear in front of anyone. Yet now, in front of Archie, she felt completely shattered. Every defense she had built crumbled, but she stood her ground, rigid as a pole, knowing her boundaries.
As if seeing right through her, Archie commanded, "Antonio, would you leave us alone for a moment?"
Antonio looked carefully at Evelyn for affirmation. She gave a slight nod, and with a respectful bow, he walked out, closing the door behind him.
Now, alone with Archie, Evelyn couldn't control herself any longer. She ran to him, hugging him tightly. Archie held her just as firmly as she began to cry, her tears soaking into his shirt.
Evelyn felt an immense weight lift from her chest. Her sobs were uncontrollable, her tears an endless stream. No words were exchanged, but Archie knew exactly how much she needed this release.
"I am sorry am late," Archie whispered.
Since he had heard the news, there hadn't been a single day when he didn't think about her. He had wanted to come to her, but Evelyn had denied all his attempts. She had been adamant, believing she had lost almost everything and couldn't risk losing the only person left for her. Archie understood her reasons, but his heart ached knowing she had been fighting the world alone, without even herself to rely on.
After half an hour, Evelyn started feeling dizzy and lost the strength to stand. Hearing her uneven breaths, Archie hugged her tightly and carried her to her bed. He made her sit down, then kneeled in front of her, silently waiting for her to calm down.
Finally, when Evelyn calmed down, she started feeling nauseous. Rushing to the bathroom, she vomited violently. Archie's eyes widened in surprise. He ran to the bathroom door and knocked urgently.
"Evelyn? Eve? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with worry. "Eve, answer me. I'm getting really worried now," he called out, almost banging on the door.
When there was still no answer, Archie couldn't help himself and entered the bathroom. He found Evelyn still hunched over the toilet, vomiting. He hurried to her side and held her hair back, ensuring it didn't get in her way. Soon, her breathing began to normalize. She got up shakily and walked to the basin, washing her face and mouth.
"It's okay. I'm fine. Don't worry," Evelyn assured Archie with a weak smile.
"What's going on? Are you unwell? Why vomit?" Archie asked, his worry palpable. But before she could respond, she fainted.
Archie felt his heart race, panic surging through him. "Evelyn!" he shouted, carrying her out of the bathroom. "Antonio!" he called loudly.
Antonio ran into the room. Seeing Evelyn in such a state, he didn't need to be told what to do. He immediately called for a doctor.
"What happened to her?" Antonio asked, his voice tense.
"Must be exhaustion, fatigue. But I don't understand why she was vomiting suddenly," Archie replied, confusion mingling with his concern.
"Vomiting? She was perfectly fine this morning. Why would she suddenly vomit?" Antonio asked back, equally bewildered.
As they waited for the doctor, Archie couldn't help but reflect on how much Evelyn had changed. Her once vibrant and lively demeanor had been replaced by a shadow of weariness and grief. He felt a pang of guilt for not being there for her sooner, for letting her push him away when she needed him most.
Minutes later, the doctor arrived, a middle-aged woman with a calm and authoritative presence. She quickly assessed Evelyn, her movements efficient and precise.
The doctor's eyes widened as he examined Evelyn. He was their family doctor and knew their medical history inside out. He asked everyone to leave the room except Archie and Antonio, ensuring privacy. Despite checking on her again, he remained silent and visibly anxious, sweat forming on his brow.
"Doctor? What happened? Why are you so quiet and look so worried?" Archie asked, his voice edged with concern.
"Our miss is alright, right, Doc?" Antonio chimed in, equally anxious.
"Yes, yes, miss is fine. But—"
"But what?" Archie pressed.
"Since the last few days, has she shown any discomfort or symptoms like this morning?" the doctor asked.
"No. Even if that had happened, miss would never tell us," Antonio replied.
"Of course, it's Evelyn we're talking about," Archie commented.
"So what's the cause, Doc?" Antonio urged.
The doctor hesitated. "I won't confirm anything without further tests, but I believe that Miss is two weeks pregnant."
The room fell silent, the words hanging heavily in the air.
"What!" Archie exclaimed loudly, his mind racing with shock and disbelief.
"Have you lost your mind, DOCTOR? What are you saying!" Antonio yelled, unable to contain his frustration and confusion.
The doctor raised his hands to calm them. "I understand this is unexpected, but we need to proceed carefully. We'll need to do more tests to confirm."
Archie's mind whirled with a thousand questions, but all he could do was look at Evelyn, unconscious and vulnerable. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Alright, do whatever you need to do. Just make sure she's okay."
The doctor nodded, preparing to take the necessary steps to confirm his suspicions. The weight of the situation pressed down on Archie and Antonio as they processed the shocking news.