Chapter 4:Hope has arrived
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(Elara's POV)
I flushed the toilet, slumped heavy against the tub, wiping my mouth with a shaking hand. "No. f**k, I can't breathe properly."
She pushed the door open slowly, knelt right beside me on the tile, hand gentle on my back. Rubbed slow circles, up and down. "You sick? Flu or something? Talk to me."
I shook my head side to side, breaths coming ragged and short. "I don't know, I've been throwing up... for three days now. It started last Monday, I thought it was just stress."
Jane's eyes narrowed sharp. She helped me up slowly, her arm around my waist strong.
She stared at me hard in the mirror, face all serious and pale. "Three days straight? Every morning? Elara... you pregnant?"
I spun around, anger boiling through the haze. “Pregnant? Are you serious right now?”
I pushed her hands away sharply, my voice jumping loud. “You know damn well we’ve tried everything to get me pregnant, years of trying.”
I swallowed hard. “Pills that made me bleed for weeks. Shots that made me swell up like a damn cow. My hormones turning me into a crazy monster.”
My voice cracked. “James blamed me every time it failed. He even called me barren right to my face. ‘Barren Elara.’”
My chest tightened. “I’m broken……that’s what I am.”
I stared at her, voice low but fierce. “Don’t you dare say that s**t now like it’s some kind of joke.”
Jane didn’t flinch. She stood her ground, calm but steady like a rock. “Elara, stop yelling,” she said quietly. “I know everything. I was there every step of the way.”
Her eyes softened. “I held your hand through every needle, every test that came back negative. I cried with you in this very bathroom, remember?”
She took a breath, voice firm. “But listen to me, three days of puking like this? It could mean you’re pregnant. It could be stress, or flu, or something else really bad. You need to see a doctor. Right now.”
She grabbed my arms soft but steady, eyes locked right on mine. "Even if you're not pregnant, you're sick as hell. Throwing up every morning nonstop like this is bad, you need to do a full body check up."
I slumped heavily against the sink, fighting draining out slowly. Tears rolled silent down my cheeks. "Fine!!! I'll go, but I know it's just stress..that's all."
Jane nodded quickly, pulling me into a warm hug tight. "We'll see what the doc say."
I nodded into her shoulder, my heart heavy.
Barren. Broken. Now this puking hell? What next? God, what comes next?
The hospital room smelled sharp of bleach and antiseptic. The cold air stung my skin as I sat on the crinkling paper of the exam table, my hands twisting nervously in my lap.
Jane’s arm rested gently around my shoulders, a quiet comfort in the sterile space.
The doctor was short and kind, her eyes soft behind her glasses. She flipped through her notes, then looked up with a gentle smile playing on her lips. “Miss Elara, you’re seven weeks pregnant.”
My breath caught and my heart seemed to stop beating.
Pregnant. The word hit me like a wave crashing over and over. My hands flew to my mouth, and my eyes grew wide and tears rolled down. “Seven weeks? Me?” My voice cracked, barely a whisper.
For years, I had been mocked and laughed at by my so-called family and my husband. Yet here I was, carrying life inside me.
I laughed through trembling sobs, holding my belly like it was the most precious thing in the world. “A baby... I’m going to have a baby.”
Jane bounced on the spot, clapping her hands softly like a child bursting with joy. Her face was bright, flushed, her laughter light and amazed.
She looked at me with wide eyes full of happiness. “This is real. You’re going to be a mom! I’m so happy for you.”
The doctor handed me a small bottle of prenatal vitamins and spoke softly. “Take one every day. Make sure you rest well. Stress can increase the chance of miscarriage, so try to stay calm. Come back in two weeks for a follow-up.”
I nodded quickly, still crying quietly, holding the little bottle like a treasure. A baby. My baby. Suddenly, the world felt new again, like I could finally breathe without pain.
Back at Jane’s apartment, I couldn’t stop smiling. We sat on her couch, I started bouncing like a child too excited to sit still. The tea sat forgotten on the table.
“Jane, it’s a miracle. Seven weeks. I’m going to be a mom!” I laughed while tears still ran down my cheeks.
“I have to tell James. I’m going home. He needs to know. This changes everything.”
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