Inseminated By Mistake

Chapter 3

I walk towards the nurse's call.

"Arya?" the girl asks, and I nod.

"This way," I say.

We walk through a hallway where the girl is stopped by another who tries to talk to her hastily.

"It's the worst day of my life. They had to bring the prince's wife today. Everything is chaos."

"Take it easy. Once they leave everything will return to normal."

"I hope so."

"Good luck," the girl says, opening a door for me. "Go ahead, Arya."

I do as she asks. As I enter, I find two more people, a doctor and another assistant.

"Arya, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"I'm Dr. Daniela Palma. I've read your story and I have only one question, are you ready?"

"Yes, a little nervous, but yes, I'm ready."

"Alright, sweetie, you can go with Laura so you can change."

I do as they ask. Once I'm ready, the girl takes me to the stretcher. Both ladies help me get on it and ask me to get comfortable. I'm so nervous that it's hard for me to process it all. I can't hear clearly the woman giving me instructions that the procedure is not 100% effective, but the chances of getting pregnant are very high.

The procedure starts. I feel a bit of pain. My heart races and I try to calm my anxiety. I don't want anything to go wrong, this is my only opportunity. It took me a long time to gather the money to come here, and now that this opportunity has presented itself to me, I don't want to ruin it.

"You're all set, beautiful. Just stay like this for a few minutes and Laura will come for you so you can change. You have to wait for about 15 days and take the first test to confirm, 20 days to know the result for sure. Have a great day."

“Thank you, doctor.”

“You're welcome, beautiful.”

The doctor leaves, leaving me with Laura. She cleans up the place and organizes everything. It's a clean procedure. I won't know who the donor is, and he won't know who I am. After this, there will be no bond connecting me to anyone else but my baby.

“Are you ready?” Gloria says, very excited.

“Yes, now we just have to wait.”

“Excellent! I'm going to be an aunt soon. How exciting! We should celebrate. You can have juice, and I'll have a strong tequila.

“It's 11 AM,” I say, scolding her for her craziness.

“Make it two then. I need something strong to calm my anxiety. I need to get out of here.”

“Let's go, I'll pay.”

“That's what I'm talking about.”

We both leave the building. I notice a beautiful girl getting into a car guarded by several men. They protect her as if she were a queen. I walk alongside Gloria, and it feels like a dream. The sun is shining brightly, and my heart feels that it will actually happen. I'm going to be a mother. It's the most fascinating feeling of all. I can't wait to have the results in my hands.

***

Erick Sabag Fajardo

“It's time, my friend. They have notified us that they are coming here.”

“So, it has worked?” I ask, trying to get up on my wheelchair.

“We won't know until a few days, but the procedure went very well.”

“I understand. I just hope everything goes as planned. I'm going to show my despotic father who's in charge. I won't submit to his whims.”

“Do you still think it's the best idea?”

“Do I have another option? To them, I'm now an incomplete man. Submitting to marriage is not an option. I don't want anyone in my life. They want a grandchild? I'll give it to them.”

“How are you going to explain the situation to him? You'll drive him crazy.”

“I'll manage on my own, that's what I've been doing for a long time.”

I get up from my chair, where I've pretended to be disabled for years, facing the imposing and sovereign presence of my father, the prince of Arabia and the nation's most important businessman. His power and greed lead him to go beyond limits with me, his second son, of whom he feels ashamed for falling in love with an American. Undoubtedly, a huge mistake in my life.

Today marks two and a half years since the unfortunate accident. I must admit that it was my fault. I fell madly in love with Aneta González. It was my 25th birthday; I felt it was the right time. I had been in love with that woman ever since I met her at a college party. I was 20 years old at that time. She captivated me without a doubt.

My father had sent me to study in the United States with the purpose of taking charge of his businesses in the country. But since I arrived in New York, I knew my destiny would be different. I started moving, just as they taught me. I learned everything that his henchman, now my right-hand man, had taught me. I founded my own company when I turned 20, the same year I started university. My own empire, far from my father's rules and standards. He only wanted to marry me off to women to expand the family, but that was not my plan.

Discovering the place, the business world filled me with ambition. I only thought about working and enjoying my profits, indulging in pleasures and women everywhere. But then I met her, the only woman who made me think differently. I conquered her, and over time, we had a relationship. I treated her like a queen, and everyone bowed at her feet. She was my queen, and she would be the mother of my children.

Because of her, I confronted my family and their rules and religion. Because of her, I became the unwanted son, the black sheep of the family. And for what? She ruined the happiest day of my life. I went to pick her up to take her on a yacht and sail the sea, but I found her in our apartment in bed with her so-called cousin. It was a cheap excuse she had come up with to allow her lover to live with her. It all happened right before my eyes. She shattered me. Filled with anger, I attacked her. She almost died at my hands. I was out of control. I lost my mind.

My madness knew no limits. She ran away from me, and determined to go after her, I didn't plan on stopping. I wanted to hear from her lips the reason for her betrayal. I gave her everything and yet she hurt me like no one else. I followed her on the road. I remember seeing that woman stepping in my way, my men following me while she prevented me from reaching Aneta.

I was about to do something crazy, but her gaze stopped me in my tracks. The way she was hitting my car only made me angrier, that was the trigger for my misfortune. I continued following Aneta on the road, a cargo truck was coming at high speed. I tried to dodge it, but that only caused my car to collide. I flipped on the road, hitting several cars. One of them left me trapped in my car. I couldn't move, and in my attempt to get out, a bar pierced through my testicles. That's when I understood that was my downfall.

In that moment, I lost everything. The dreams of one day starting a family, my manhood, my dignity, everything vanished at the same time I did, realizing that love doesn't exist. I was killed in the instant I had to freeze my sperm, my last hope of being a father. My whole world vanished in a wheelchair. I clung to this dark mansion where I haven't left for so long, but now I'm ready to return, to stop pretending, and face my father, who is preparing a line of women for me. He intends for me to get married, something I disagree with. Love died for me two and a half years ago. I am happy alone and I won't allow my father to feel entitled to control my life.

"Erick?" exclaims my mother in astonishment.

"Son, you're standing," my grandmother exclaims upon seeing me.

"Mom, grandma, I'm back. Allow me to introduce Marisol Guevara, the future mother of my child."

Both women remain silent, unable to believe it.

"What nonsense are you saying?" I hear my father reply as he appears, summoned by one of his men.

“What you heard,” I tell him, fixing my gaze in his direction.

“Haven't you learned anything? These women are not worthy of bearing our last name. They are tainted, they are the devil himself, by Allah, you have asked for the reason. All this time pretending not to be able to move, delaying our family's plans for you, now you come here with this young girl to mock us again. But what is going on in your head?”

“It bothers you that I don't follow your rules. When you saw me in bed it was nothing but shame to you when I needed you the most. The only words I've heard you say are "Shame" and "Wives". It hurts you that I don't obey your orders. You want to marry me off to whoever you please when I told you I don't plan on marrying anyone. Do you want a grandchild from me? Well, there you have it. They just inseminated my only sperm. Congratulations, you're going to be grandparents very soon.

“NOOO, Erick, what have you done?”

“Grandmother, please, don't be dramatic.”

“She's American.”

“So is Mom.”

“Your mother is Muslim. Her mother was. She follows our rules.”

“Don't worry, you won't have to deal with her. We have a signed agreement. As soon as the baby is born, she will hand it over to me and leave. I'm not joking when I say I don't plan on getting married. I won't have wives. Did you want a grandson to give back everything that belongs to me? Well, here you have it. I want my companies back.”

“You have lost your mind. You need a family, a wife. They are our rules and customs. It's what Allah commands.”

“This is not Arabia. Here, your rules mean nothing. I'm sorry, but I won't be broken.”

“Son, love between...” I interrupt her.

“Don't come with your talk about love. You know I don't believe in any of that. Understand that the only thing that matters to me now is my companies and that baby on the way. Understand that I don't believe in love and I'm better off single.”

“Erick, son...” I interrupt him again.

“I have nothing else to say to you. I'm leaving. See you at the office, father.”

I can feel everyone being shocked by my departure. I have made my point very clear and I am ready to start over.

***

Five months later

Today we will find out the baby's gender. The doctor has come to the house where she is being treated. I can see how uncomfortable Marisol is. She hasn't been feeling very well lately. Although I have made sure she has everything she needs, this is the first time since we confirmed her pregnancy that I have come to see her.

“Well, doctor? What gender is it?”

“It's a boy, congratulations, sir. May Allah bless your home.”

The news fills me with joy. It's as if this baby is starting my life anew. My heart beats with frenzy and I feel the joy that my body emits. I haven't felt this way in a long time. With this news, hope has returned.

“Safah, spread the news. Let everyone know that I will have a son. Call the designer you told me about. This is a cause for celebration. My firstborn will arrive soon and with him, my lineage will endure. The new prince will take what is rightfully his.”

“As you command, sir.”

My expression is serious. I feel at the peak. The only male in the family, the weight on my shoulders is felt, while my new life has begun. This only means that my father will have to give in. I will prove to him that he was always wrong.