Chapter 4 ; Emergency Pregnancy
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Briana's POV
Someone screamed my name as I lay half-naked on the ground.
It sounds like Tasha's voice.
But I was so weak now that I could not answer.
My head and eyes went fuzzy. It was more akin to a concert combined with a football field.
The thought of becoming deaf for the rest of my life horrified me.
In the hopes that it would be loud enough to attract attention to my location, I whispered, “I am right here.”
Thankfully, Tasha helped me and encouraged me. How she found me was beyond my comprehension.
I spoke softly.
My scream was too loud for her to hear.
“Oh my god.
Are you okay?
What caused you to become partially nude?” I was questioned by Tasha.
I did not reply.
I could not even remember what had occurred.
“Bring me home, please.
I need to take a break,” I told Tasha.
“Not in this state. You are going to have a bath,” Tasha demanded, She washed me up in the restroom.
At the same time, she drove me back to Omarion's flat and helped me put my clothes back on.
I did not even realize we got there because I had fallen asleep the entire way.
"We are at home now. Do you remember how you got naked?
You were vomiting, for heaven's sake. Have you lately had any alcohol? Tasha asked me the moment we alighted from the car.
I took a moment to shake my head. Regretfully, I was unable to produce any valuable results. I was barely able to think to keep myself alive.
“It is all right.
Let us simply enter the house.
You have to act like you are cool. I do not want your boyfriend to be upset with me,” Tasha pleaded.
We both managed to make it inside the house.
I knew I was in for a long conversation when I saw Omarion pacing around the living room.
I tried to maintain my strength, but I couldn't. I staggered until I fell onto the couch.
My breath stinks of alcohol, and I was sure Omarion could smell it as well.
“Look, Omarion, I know you have got a lot to say, but trust me, I will explain. It is not what you expect.
. She needed a break from what had been going on in her life lately,” Tasha defended herself as I sat on the couch, completely clueless.
“Do you think the club is the best place to cool off? What is wrong with you?” Omarion screamed at Tasha.
They got into a heated argument, which terrified me.
I despised myself because I was to blame for the argument.
When Tasha suggested we visit the clubhouse, I should have declined.
Now she had to put up with all of Omarion's insults just to come through for me.
“Now listen prudently.
I would rather not see your ugly face in my house again.
The next time you come here, I will have you arrested for trespassing. Now, leave!” I could not stop Omarion from kicking Tasha out of the house.
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________It has been three weeks since Tasha last visited the house following Omarion's warning, and my life has not gotten any better.
Loneliness had become my best companion.
When I am alone, I frequently hear voices speaking in my head, as if I am going insane.
I have also had a strange illness that causes me to vomit all the time.
These days, I sleep a lot and frequently experience physical weakness.
Home chores suddenly became difficult for me.
Omarion may not have said it, but it was obvious that I was becoming a liability for him.
“We need to go to the hospital. You have been running a temperature for over a week.
I will not forgive myself if something bad happens to you,” Omarion said as he walked into the room and saw me shivering like a hen drenched in rain.
I was hesitant, but eventually, I had no choice but to listen to Omarion. I could not imagine dying as a result of my negligence.
My condition worsened as we drove directly to the hospital.
I went from a high temperature to dizzy eyes.
I was unable to see the doctor right in front of me. The only thing that mattered to me was getting home to sleep.
“Good morning, Doc.
Please, I need to check on my fiancée. She has been acting strangely for days, and I want her to get better,” Omarion told the doctor.
He explained the nature of my illness and the symptoms I have been experiencing recently.
“Noted. But first, we may need to collect her blood sample and conduct some tests.
We will not know for sure what is wrong with her until the results come in. Are you OK with that?” The Doctor inquired with Omarion.
“Sure! I am fine with it.
I just want to see her get better,” Omarion agreed without hesitation.
Just as the doctor said, he took my blood sample and left while we waited for him in his office.
“Thank you, Omarion,” I spoke.
I realized I had not appreciated him for being there for me.
He has been incredibly supportive since my parents died.
Aside from issuing a restraining order against Tasha, which is understandable, Omarion has been nothing but a perfect partner to me.
“You do not have to thank me.
This is me fulfilling my responsibilities as your man. If I do not look out for you, who will?” Omarion kissed me on the forehead.
He was the sweetest thing that happened to me after my parents died.
The doctor walked in and apologized for the delayed feedback while we were acting so cosy.
The doctor entered and apologized for the delayed feedback while we were acting so cosy.
“That is fine. Are the test results available?
What is wrong with my woman?”
Omarion inquired. I could detect curiosity in his tone of voice.
“Congratulations to you, Mr. Omarion; your partner is four weeks pregnant,” the doctor announced as he handed us a brown envelope containing the results.
“Pregnant?”
Omarion and I conversed.
“Yes, she’s pregnant.
You should be enthusiastic.
This is welcome news. Other men will die to become fathers,” The Doctor continued.
He still did not know what was causing Omarion's shock.
If only he knew Omarion was not too responsible for the pregnancy.
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