Chapter Two: Lyndsay is Pregnant
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A strong wave of nausea and dizziness woke Lyndsay that morning. She could barely get up from bed to reach the comfort room. Once she got there, she vomited nonstop. While struggling, she tried to recall what bad food she might have eaten the night before so she could blame it for her stomach trouble.
The only things she could remember eating were unripe mango and fermented shrimp paste.
That was all she had last night—nothing else. Even Clarisse was surprised when she saw her eating that. Surely, that was the reason for her suffering now.
After emptying her stomach, Lyndsay almost crawled back to bed. She still felt dizzy, like everything around her was spinning.
That was when she decided to call Clarisse, who was already at work. They both worked at the same company as secretaries.
Clarisse’s voice on the phone was loud and panicked, like a ringing bell in her ear. It was painful to listen to, especially when she was stressed.
Then suddenly, something crossed Lyndsay’s mind.
“My God… when was my last period?”
Her heart sank as she remembered the night she gave herself to a stranger. It had almost been three months since then.
And it had also been almost three months since her last menstruation.
“My God… don’t tell me…”
Clarisse arrived at the apartment in a rush, almost stumbling as she entered. Her face showed pure anxiety, sweat forming on her forehead, her expression unreadable.
Honestly, it felt like she had become Lyndsay’s caretaker more than a friend. She always ended up taking care of her whenever she acted recklessly.
Just like now.
Instead of being at work, Clarisse had to take an emergency leave because of her.
Now both of them had absences again.
That meant another deduction from their salaries.
Clarisse already had a bad feeling about what was happening.
That’s why she even bought a pregnancy test kit to be sure.
Lately, Lyndsay had been craving strange foods and feeling more and more unwell.
In Clarisse’s trembling hand was the object that would finally answer their fears. At first, Lyndsay ignored it—but as time passed, her symptoms only got worse.
Clarisse’s hands were shaking as she handed it over.
“Lyndsay…” she whispered.
Lyndsay could tell her friend was extremely nervous. Mixed emotions were clearly visible on her face—fear, worry, and disbelief that the reckless night she had no memory of the man’s name could possibly have consequences.
Lyndsay took the pregnancy test kit.
Perfect timing—she already felt the urge to urinate.
Clarisse helped her walk back to the comfort room.
Before entering, Lyndsay caught sight of Clarisse making the sign of the cross, silently praying that her foolish mistake would not bear fruit.
Clarisse was conservative, raised by her aunts after becoming an orphan, which explained her strong reactions.
Lyndsay went inside the bathroom.
Moments later, she carefully read the instructions on the box—how many drops of urine to use and how many minutes to wait for the result.
She followed everything exactly.
“Lyndsay… Lyndsay… what is it?!” Clarisse’s voice was shaking outside the door.
Every movement inside the bathroom was being watched through silence.
Finally, the door slowly opened.
Lyndsay stepped out with a wide smile.
“Congratulations, Clarisse… you’re going to be a godmother!” she said happily, despite still feeling weak and exhausted from earlier.
Clarisse’s hands trembled violently. Her face was full of shock and disbelief.
Lyndsay immediately hugged her tightly.
“Clarisse… you heard me. I’m pregnant! Oh my God, Clarisse… I’m going to be a mom!”
She held both of her friend’s hands.
Clarisse was still shaking.
It was obvious her mind was already running through countless scenarios—responsibility, judgment, and the fact that Lyndsay had no husband to stand beside her.
Normally, a husband would be present in moments like this.
She had seen it in real life, in movies, everywhere.
But her situation was different.
And she knew she wasn’t the only woman in the world going through this.
So what if she became a single mother? Like she always said, she didn’t want the father—only the child.
She checked her own emotions carefully.
No regret. No fear.
Instead, Lyndsay felt… happy.
While Clarisse stood there frozen, overwhelmed.
Lyndsay wondered—if her mother were alive, what would she say?
Would she be happy to have a grandchild?
And if her father is here, what would he think knowing she was pregnant by a man whose name she didn’t even know?
She was sure her father would be furious. He was loving, yes—but also very protective.
He would probably search for the man and confront him.
She shook the thoughts away.
She didn’t want sadness anymore.
All she wanted now was happiness.
Her baby was finally here.
A child she would love with everything she had.
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