It's a Positive
842 Words
Two Months later...
"I hope the test is wrong," she hissed anxiously.
"But, what if it is right?" Mary bit her lip.
"Miss McQueen,"
"Yes?" Mary got up from her chair.
"Please, Doctor Christ, it's waiting for you."
"Thank you."
Mary stepped into the doctor's office. Her steps were hesitant, but Mary knew that she had no choice, no turning back.
"So, how can I help you, Miss McQueen?" Asked the doctor as she looked at the folder containing Mary's details and the complaint she had written down when she registered at the clinic.
"I've had a late period. I've done a self-test, and it's positive, but I'm not sure..." Mary's voice trailed off.
The young female doctor smiled gently.
"I understand. Then let's do a repeat test and an ultrasound," she said and led Mary to a small room behind the doctor's desk.
"The result was indeed positive, and from the ultrasound, I could confirm that you are nine weeks pregnant."
The doctor smiled kindly as she spoke, "And congratulations."
"Thank you," Mary said as she smiled warmly and pretended everything was okay.
After getting a prescription for vitamins and some advice on managing the first weeks of pregnancy, Mary left the clinic with mixed feelings.
On the one hand, the news was great, but on the other hand, the news meant the baby would need more money for things to proceed smoothly.
The biggest problem was Mary did not have enough money, and she did not have a steady job to support herself and her future baby.
But it was okay, and Mary was confident that once her father's debt was paid, she would be allowed to start saving money.
"I'm sure I can do it," Mary tried to convince herself.
Mary sighed deeply, knowing it would be difficult to do her job during the early stages of pregnancy.
Mary stroked her flat stomach, "Honey, pray for your mom to be strong, okay? Also, pray for me to find a better job for us soon."
Mary's heart did not harbor the slightest curiosity about the father of her baby, the man who had shared that fateful night with her.
No, Mary refused to blame him, for she remembered clearly that it was not he but she who had forced him into that hot night of lust. Mary had succumbed to his allure and given herself to a drunken stranger. She had accepted full responsibility for the consequences.
And now, she vowed not to blame anyone for the circumstances that had befallen her. Mary continued to walk along the crowded street, taking deep breaths and calming her nerves.
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Amidst the hustle and bustle of daily office life, Dante found solace in the sounds of footsteps and photocopiers. People walked by, their chatter blending with the rhythmic hum of the machines.
"Good morning, Sir," the employees greeted him.
"Morning, Linda."
A friendly, respectful, and admiring greeting was politely returned by this twenty-seven-year-old man, heir to the Dominarian Corporation.
Having been officially appointed as the company's deputy director since graduating from his master's studies abroad, Dante was already known as a friendly, elegant, innovative boss who was competent and responsible.
For the past two years, Dante has been among the hottest young entrepreneurs.
His sharp intellect and undeniable charm captivated not only the business world but also the hearts of many women. However, one person remained immune to his allure - Emily, his childhood friend and first love. Despite Dante's affection, she had chosen to marry someone else.
"Sonya, could you make me a double shot espresso, please?" Dante asked his secretary, entering his office through the glass door.
In recent weeks, Dante showed signs of exhaustion - his face worn and his eyes burdened with heavy bags. His temperament had changed, becoming more volatile and sensitive, a stark contrast to his usual self.
Although Dante himself failed to notice the transformation, his mother, sister, father, and even some of his employees, including Sonya, had picked up on the changes.
These past couple of months, Dante's thoughts were consumed by the woman he had unknowingly spent the night with. He had asked his friend and personal detective, Ron, to dig into the girl's identity, but all they had was her first name - Mary. With thousands, if not tens of thousands, of Marys on the island, it seemed impossible to find her.
"Damn it!" Dante exclaimed, rubbing his forehead.
His head was spinning, and he fervently prayed that the consequences of that night would not come to fruition. He promised to abstain from alcohol and steer clear of nightclubs to avoid a repeat of that fateful evening.
One thing Dante was sure of was that if his mistake led to anything significant, his parents would be the ones most disappointed, as they had always expected him to lead a responsible life, unlike other young men.
The thought of their reaction to him impregnating a stranger left him bewildered.
"God, give me strength," Dante sighed, his gaze fixed on the blank computer screen.
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