Chapter One: Meeting The Doctor
Diana 'S POV
The sounds of the birds chirping woke me up. My eyes fluttered open but I immediately shut it tight when the sun streaming from the curtains hit my eyes hard.
I groaned, covering my face with a hand. I made to sit up but suddenly stopped when I felt a heavy weight on me. What's this?
Instantly, I snatched my eyes open to meet myself in a man's arms. I was naked and his hand was resting on my ass!
My eyes widened in horror. Why was I in a man's arms?
I slowly turned to face the stranger, my eyes widening in shock. It was... Thomas. My rival from work. What was he doing here? And why were we in bed together?
My mind was a blank slate, but my body seemed to remember something my brain didn't. A nightstand, perhaps? No, no, no. This couldn't be happening.
The last thing I could remember was clinking glasses with my other colleagues at the party. I couldn't exactly remember what happened after that, but my being in bed with Thomas; our company's rival, meant one thing - I slept with him.
Embarrassment shot through my veins, and I bit my lower lips hard till I tasted the metallic taste of my blood. How could I have been so stupid to let my guard down? How?!
Not wanting to be caught in such a shameful position, I scrambled out of bed and hurriedly put on my clothes which were littering on the ground. Casting a last glance at him, I scurried out of the suite, arranging my messy hair with my hands. I wouldn't want people having a misconception of what happened last night.
I kept cursing at myself till the cab I boarded reached my house. Paying the cab man, I headed to the entrance, trying my best to look presentable.
I rushed into our apartment, hoping to avoid any questions from Rachel, my best friend and roommate. But, as I entered the living room, I saw her sitting on the couch, a worried look etched on her face.
"Diana , where have you been? I've been trying to reach you all morning!" she exclaimed, concern evident in her voice.
I forced a laugh, trying to sound nonchalant. "Hey, Rach, I'm fine. I just got drunk at the party and ended up crashing at a friend's place."
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "A friend's place? Which friend?"
I hesitated, not wanting to lie further. "Uh, just someone from work. It doesn't matter. I'm fine."
Rachel looked unconvinced but dropped the subject. "Okay, well, you look like you could use a shower. You've got a big meeting at work today, don't you?"
I nodded, grateful for the change in subject. "Yeah, I do. I'll get ready quickly."
Walking to my room, I felt Rachel's eyes on me throughout. I could tell she sensed that something was off. I quickly showered and dressed, trying to shake off the lingering shame and guilt.
Coming out of my room, Rachel appeared and handed me a cup of coffee. "Here, you look like you could use this. Are you sure you're okay?"
I took a sip, trying to appear normal. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit hungover, that's all."
Rachel studied me for a moment before nodding. "Okay, well, be careful at work today. You don't want to mess up in front of your boss."
I smiled weakly, feeling like I was already messing up in so many ways. I don't think I'm ever going to be myself after realizing I spent the night with Thomas Thornton. Why Thomas of all people? Why?!
The rest of the day didn't go well either, just like the days that are to come. It's been two weeks since the incident and I'm glad Thomas didn't come looking for me. Maybe he didn't remember having a nightstand with someone. Or I was just an insignificant person for him to come looking for me.
The thought hurts, but I choose not to let that affect me. It was a mistake, and it's been two weeks. It's better that way.
"You're zoning out, Diana ." Clarissa, a colleague at work pointed out. I turned to her with an arched eyebrow.
"Huh?"
"It's lunchtime, and you're still seated here, staring at nothing in particular," she shrugged.
"Oh, it's lunchtime already?" Clarissa gave me an awkward look before walking away. Looking around the company, I realized I was the only one present. Others might have gone to have their lunch, I presumed.
Getting to my feet, I suddenly felt weak and my legs wobbled, crashing down on the nearest table before me. I shut my eyes as I felt drowsy, I felt weak at the moment.
What was wrong with me? Was I sick? I couldn't tell, but I made a mental note to visit the hospital after closing from work.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. It was night time and I was preparing to visit the hospital. I needed to know what was wrong with me. If I'm sick, then I should treat myself as soon as possible.
I ended my things at the company before heading out to hail a cab. Just as I was heading out, I saw a familiar figure before me. He was talking to someone else and didn't seem to notice my presence. When he turned, my heart leaped out of my chest. It was Thomas.
His eyes locked with mine for a brief moment, raking down my appearance. His gaze was hot and I could feel my nerve endings on fire.
What was he doing at the company?
I cleared my throat and looked elsewhere. It's been two weeks. Two fûcking weeks since the incident happened and I could swear that he wouldn't remember I was the lady he slept with.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him heading towards him and my eyes widened like saucers. I couldn't avoid facing him. Not when it's the first time I'm setting my eyes on him after that night.
Turning to my left, I scurried out of the company without looking back for once.
"That was close," I mumbled as I flagged a cab down. We headed to the hospital and before I knew what was happening, I was seated in front of the Doctor with my palms sweaty.
I was anxious. The Doctor had asked me to stay behind for some tests that were carried out on me, and it's been hours since I've been waiting for the results.
Well, the Doctor asked me to come back for it the next day, but I insisted on staying and collecting it that day.
The door opened, breaking the suffocating silence in the room. The nurse walked in with a stack of papers in her hands. Smiling at me, she left the room.
The Doctor glanced at the paper with a smile on his face which took me aback. Does that mean I wasn't dying?
"Wow! This is great news," the Doctor smiled as he raised his head from the paper.
"What?" I asked cluelessly.
"Well, Ms. Harper. From the tests we conducted on you, we discovered that you're two weeks gone," he beamed.
Creasing my brows, I asked further. "Two weeks gone? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're two weeks pregnant, Ms. Harper.”
