A change of mind (Two)

Finally, he is ready for me, but at the first touch of his hands against my leg, I suddenly sit up, pull down the gown and fly off the bed.

“No! No! No! No!” I keep chanting, crying, and unable to stop myself.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” The doctor, who looks to be in his late forties asks, moving close and touching me, but that only increases my panic.

“No! I don’t want to do it! I want my baby!” I tell him, trying to shrink away from him.

“It’s okay. I understand. No problem. Just calm down, okay?” He tells me. Finally, after a few minutes, I’m able to get myself under control and I inform the doctor that it’s my final decision. I want to keep the baby.

“I don’t want my friend whom I came with to know that I did not get rid of the baby though. She’ll only try to convince me to get it. So if you don’t mind, can I stay here for a few minutes?” I ask him.

“Of course. Whatever you need. So long as you’re certain that you're doing the right thing.”