Chapter Four_I'm Not Ready To Be A Mother

Valeria POV

I was aware that this would be a significant blow to her side, and Sonia's eyes almost fell out of her socket in shock. "Angel, quiet down, we should discuss this." I was dragged out to the living room after she told me. "First and foremost, would you like to keep the child?" She asked me as she locked her look with mine. "No." I responded by turning away from her. "Have you considered it carefully?" This time, she asked while cupping my face so that I could face her. "Nothing to think about." I answered as a solitary tear descended my eyes. "Look, Valeria, no matter how you got this child, it is still yours, and as your best friend, I will tell you to properly consider your options before taking any drastic or dire action that you might later find yourself regretting. Furthermore, if at all you need to in any case feel free to eliminate your kid, you should converse with the dad." She said so. "Sonia, you should mess with me. You and I are aware that I do not even know the father of the child, so what did you mean by that? Okay, you think I should inquire about this with my manager? Christian? You're kidding." I said and got up from my seat. "Think about this, okay?" She said that and walked up to me. "There's nothing to consider." I responded and entered the room. When inside alone, I shut the entryway and fell on the floor. God knows I can't keep this child; how will I survive on my own? Then again, my mom has an unfortunate heart condition, how might I adapt? I got up, grabbed my phone, and looked at the estimated amount needed to care for a newborn. "Two million dollars!" I apparently yelled and dropped my phone on the bed. This is excessively, I can't actually do it regardless of whether I attempted. "Mom loves you very much, but you have to make a deal and let mom be; I don't want you to suffer with me, okay," she says. I said as I touched my extremely flat stomach. Sincerely, I can't believe that something is dwelling within me. If by some stroke of good luck I'm carrying on with a decent life, I won't ever consider disposing of my kid. I shut my eyes and set down on the bed and before long floated to rest. Getting up promptly in the first part of the day, I proceeded to wash up then wore my garments before I left for the emergency clinic. "Hello, Ma'am, how may I help you?" I was questioned as soon as I entered the hospital by the receptionist. "I want to see an obstetrician here." She heard me say, "You are welcome, Ma'am; take the elevator to the fourth floor and turn left; she is in the first office there." With a smile, the receptionist explained. "Thanks." I responded and carried out her instructions. When I got there, I talked to a lot of pregnant women while they waited for their turn to see a doctor. I wanted to run away, but I know that if it doesn't happen now, it might never happen. I entered the building when it was my turn and encountered a stunning woman who appeared to be in her middle fifties. "Please sit down." She shared with me and I plunked down. "I want to get rid of the baby because I am pregnant" After a long, awkward silence, I told her. "OK, take this structure and fill it." She said, and she gave me a form. "Its father's name is not here. Did you miss it." After I had completed the form, she inquired of me. "Hmm... I don't have a clue about the dad's name." As I bowed my head, I responded. "OK, have you thoroughly considered this?" She asked me as she changed her glass to her nose. "Yes." I answered dryly. "And you're ready to do this," she added. Once more, she asked. "Yes." I replied again with dryness, but this time I looked at her and asked, "What's your problem?" "Follow me." She said, and she took me out of her office to run various tests on me. "The test that we ran on you, shows that assuming you go through this fetus removal, you can not convey a kid again on the grounds that it will upset your uterus and fallopian tube. We concluded that the primary reason you cannot have an abortion is that your uterus is in poor condition. I will prescribe medications for you to take, but only for the health of your baby." The specialist let me know when we returned to her office. "I just can't do it," you say. I asked from shock, I was unsettled about this. I have consistently longed for having a major family one day, and the prospect of not having any youngsters whatsoever terrified me deeply. "Indeed miss, it is basically impossible that except if you needn't bother with a kid from here on out." She went on to explain. "I will consider it." I said and stood up and left. This is insane, I truly don't have any desire to stay desolate for my entire life. I strolled towards my mother's ward, contacting her room, I felt truly regretful. How will I inform my mother? That I'm pregnant and slept with a man? Tenderly, I opened her room and found her resting adequately as she has accomplished for two entire years, I strolled inside her room and covered her appropriately. "Mother, how have you been? I wish you are OK now on the grounds that my life is a wreck. Mother, I'm not OK." I shared with my mother like she can hear me and burst into a quiet wail. "Mom, I am aware that you will feel a great sense of shame for me when you awake to discover that I did not carry out every instruction you gave me. I swear with my life, it was crafted by liquor, I didn't do it deliberately. Besides,I realize that you requested that I go without sex until I'm seeing someone… " My different words lingered palpably as I let out an exceptionally uproarious cry. "Mother, accept me, I might have disposed of it, however mother, I was informed that assuming I go on, I won't ever have a youngster from this point forward, and I truly need to be called 'mother' sometime in the not so distant future. Mom, even without the father's support, I have decided to keep this child, I love..." I was all the while talking when I saw my mom's eyes flung open. This has been my fantasy for quite some time, to see my mother open her eyes once more. "You are pregnant… " When her heart began to beat rapidly and the life control device began making a very loud noise and displaying straight lines, she was unable to finish what she was saying. "Mom!" I yelled and ran outside. "Specialist, nurture! Aid my mother! I yelled as tears continued to fall from my eyes.