Two hours later, the doctor appeared.
“GB, your girlfriend's case is a high-risk pregnancy. She’s fine now, and so is the baby, but she lost a lot of blood, which affected the fetus. If she experiences severe stress again during delivery, she’ll have to choose between the two.” My heart sank.
“Can I see her?” He nodded and took me to where she was. When she saw me, she turned her face to the other side.
“Mirella.”
“I don’t want to talk to you…”
“Listen to me…”
“No, and I won’t stay near you either. You almost killed my child.”
“Ours.”
“No, it’s just mine… Actually, it was all my fault, right?”
“I just got nervous because I don’t know if I’ll be a good father. You understand?”
“Yes, that’s why you don’t need to take on this responsibility…”
“You can’t take my child away from me.”
