Rejected Pregnancy: His dilemma

A piercing anguish

Lyn’s POV

I was overwhelmed by terrific terror, I shuddered in sobs, my body crumbling to the floor in despair. A maid rushed out of the building, her face etched with concern, as she tried to envelop me in a comforting embrace. But her attempts only seemed to heighten my distress as my gaze fell upon a chilling sight of a trickle of blood down my thigh. Panic surged through me like a jolt of electricity, and I stumbled to my feet, my entire frame trembling with fear. The maid's effort couldn't comfort me as my cries intensified, a primal wail of anguish and dread.

“Oh no, please no, baby don't do this to me. Please baby don't leave me. Oh hospital, I need to get to the hospital. Taxi, I need a taxi, please help me”.

Instantly the maid got up and made a call. In a few minutes, a taxi arrived. The maid helped and rushed me straight to the hospital. On my way to the hospital, I lost consciousness.

Before the darkness enveloped me, I wept uncontrollably, feeling the warm trickle of blood down my legs. With a desperate heart, I pleaded with the heavens to spare my child's life.

"Please, don't take my baby from me! Please heavens help me"

I begged, my voice shaking with fear. This precious being was conceived out of love for my Abel. So I clung to the hope that Abel would come to his senses, that he would see past his shock and anger to the love we shared. I had to stay strong for our baby's sake, to help it to survive. But just as I mustered a glimmer of hope, a piercing pain tore through my stomach, leaving me gasping for breath.

In pain, I nearly screamed out of fear and talked to the taxi driver.

“Please hurry up, this pregnancy cannot be miscarried, please”.

After that terrible pain and cry, everywhere started spinning in front of me. I could hear the driver and the maid asking me something which I couldn't give answers to before I passed out.

I woke up in a hospital room with my big sister’s head resting on my bed sleeping. I was in a hospital gown with a drip on my hand. That instant I recalled why I was in the hospital, the pain was no more but I was scared. Tears filled my eyes as I whined.

“Oh, my baby”.

My sister woke up and said,

“You are awake, hey relax, doctor said you should not stress yourself”.

“Steph my baby, there was blood flowing out of me, my baby”. I cried.

Tears kept dripping down my face. I tried to sit up but my sister said I shouldn't be moving around if I wanted the baby to survive. She continued that the doctor said the baby would be fine if I maintained a good bed rest.

“Oh thanks to the heavens, that the baby will be fine. I will do anything the doctor asks of me”. I replied still in tears.

Then I asked my sister if Abel had come to the hospital to see me. She said no, that it was one of their housemaids that called Benita. And since Benita couldn't make it because she was on her way to the airport, she called informing her that she should go to the hospital because I needed help. She went on to say that Abel’s maid said that I slipped and fell and started bleeding.

I nodded as I wondered why she lied because I told her that Abel pushed me. My sister asked me how it happened. I lied that I was feeling dizzy and then fell but I ended the conversation as I heaved a relieved breath.

Then I prayed and hoped that Abel would come around by morning. My sister told me to relax and go back to sleep. With the hope that my baby would be fine, I closed my eyes and slept off.

On awakening in the morning, my sister was not there anymore but she left a note saying that she had to report to work but the nurses would take care of me until mom came around. The drip had finished, so my hand was free. As I went to use the bathroom, I realized that I wasn't bleeding any more. I was pleased about that.

After a few minutes, Abel’s dad came in with another doctor to see how I was faring. After all the questions and all the answers I gave them, the doctor checked the baby's heartbeat and said that it was still weak but would be fine if I rested well.

“Lyn you should have told us that you are pregnant, so your stress would have been managed properly. Thanks to the heavens, you were brought here earlier. You nearly lost the baby”. Abel’s father said not so happy with me.

I responded that I would be careful and nothing would ever go wrong again. He asked if I had told Abel about the pregnancy. I nodded as tears dropped from my eyes.

“Lyn, why are you crying?”, asked Abel’s father.

I responded in tears, “He was shocked by the news, he was mad at me and didn't want to talk about it”.

“What!”, the father exclaimed in surprise.

“He is not happy with such sweet news. Is he crazy or what? His mates have started giving their parents grandchildren. He was hallucinating about babies last month. I expect him to be happy with the news. He must be crazy or something. Just because he didn't plan it doesn't mean it's not the right time. I need to talk some sense into his head”.

He dabbed on my tears. Then said I should stop crying and rest for the sake of the baby and my health, and that everything would be okay.

The other doctor said I should not get off the bed and always rang for help if I needed anything. I nodded and with that, they left.

I felt happy that the baby would be fine. The reaction of Abel’s father gave me hope that Abel would come around. I felt much better but as I remembered how mad he was as he pushed me away from him, it scared the hell out of me. I had never seen that side of him. All his gentlemanliness and sweetness disappeared and it seemed as if he was entirely another person.

He forgot that I was his better half. I hoped he would come and see me soon, I needed him beside me badly. I was in those wishful thoughts when my parents came in.

I became ashamed but I apologized to them for getting pregnant before my wedding. To my surprise, they were not that mad at me since they knew that we were engaged. It made me feel better. I thought within me if I should tell them how it happened and how mad Abel was but changed my mind.

Later, they left and I told them not to worry that his father had assigned me a nurse to look after me.

I picked up my phone and dialed Abel’s number. It buzzed but he didn't pick up. I called again and again, but no answer. At a stage, he turned off his phone. It hurt my feelings so badly. If it was buzzing, it would give me the hope that he might pick up but turning it off meant that he was not ready to talk.

I called Benita but her phone was not reachable. That instant I remembered that she was among the people for our one-month Academy tour. Kate had also traveled to further her studies abroad. I had no friend to talk to except Teddy. That instant, he came in.

“Hey girl, your sister said you nearly miscarried a baby?. I am so sorry. Hope you are better now”.

“I was just thinking about you. Thank you, Teddy, I am okay and the baby will be fine”. I replied.

“Lyn this is a surprise. I didn't even suspect a thing. So how happy is the baby daddy, hmm”.

He beamed as he asked me the question. I guess he was expecting a nice reply but unfortunately, it wasn't. I told him how he reacted. Then it was the push he gave me out of anger that made me lose my balance, fall and hit my belly on the ground.

”What! Teddy exclaimed with mixed feelings.

“He pushed you? Why in the world would he do such a thing? Wait, is your pregnancy, not his?”.