I f*****g hate hospitals with everything in me.
That was the singular thought that kept ringing through my mind as I leaned back against the cushioned seat in the hospital waiting room and shifted slightly to find a comfortable position. The air smelled of antiseptic and the quiet murmur of conversations that rented the air was mixed with the occasional sound of a baby crying somewhere down the hall.
Me hating hospitals wasn't surprising…not when I could still clearly remember how I kept going to several of them again and again for tests to give me more insights as to why I was barren according to them. The doctors had made feel it was my fault that I couldn't give birth after being married for seven years.
And yet, after one night stand with a stranger, I was carrying his baby.
Yeah
