I walked into Doctor John's office, exhausted and emotionally drained from the intense surgery we had just performed. My baby's father, John, motioned for me to take a seat, but I couldn't muster the energy to sit up straight. I collapsed into the chair, feeling like I was going to pass out.
Just as I was trying to catch my breath, Andrew and Aliana followed us into the office. Andrew, John's son, looked at me with a mix of concern and guilt. "Dad, we need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious.
John looked up from the file he was reading, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What is it, Andrew?"
Andrew hesitated, glancing at me before speaking. "Aliana is pregnant," he said, his words dropping like a bombshell.
I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Pregnant? Aliana My mind raced a
