Granting One Last Wish novel Chapter 49

ABBY

I wake up earlier than usual. Seb is already in his gym. After kissing me good night last night, he didn't bother me anymore. I still slept in his arms, though. I want to make love with him, but he still thinks that I have my period. I feel so guilty for lying and for not letting him make love to me. That was the first night that we just end up sleeping without having sex.

I use the remaining pregnancy test when I pee--it has the same result.

I am pregnant.

My stomach twists and I want to cry right, but I feel happy at the same time. Maybe this is the pregnancy hormone. I'm having a mood swing.

I find the best OB-GYNE online and ask for an appointment. I'm lucky that I get it today. I feel excited that I may be pregnant. I remember my mom's disease. She had ovarian cancer. Is it also possible that I can acquire it too? Is it hereditary? Why didn't It come to my mind before? Maybe there is a possibility that it will come later in my life.

I drive to the clinic for my appointment alone and I don't like clinics or hospitals. They remind me of a lot of things. This is the first time that I come on my own free will.

When the receptionist Marie confirms my appointment, she gives me a form to fill up. It's kinda weird to check the married box and write my husband's name. Jeez, I'm married and soon to be a mother, and Sebastian doesn't have any idea that I'm carrying his child. It feels sad though that I'm going to hear the news alone. Crap. This hormone is driving me insane.

After I fill the necessary information and give back the form to her, then she told me that she's going to call my name when it's my turn.

I wait. A few minutes later, my name is called. "Mrs. Abbygail Hughes?"

I raise my hand. My heart flutters, and I release a huge breath before I follow her.

"Mrs. Abbygail Hughes, I'm Dr. Linda Warren, your Obstetrician, have a seat, dear."

I sit after shaking her hands with my doctor. She's in her late forties.

"The information you give us, you confirm that this was the last day of your menstrual period, right?" She mentions the information I wrote in the form. I nod.

"And you're on a pill, as prescribed by your gynecologist."

I nod again, and I can't just form a word.

"I don't bite, darling. I'd like to hear your voice." She smiles. "I know first-time mom-to-be sometimes it's terrifying. So, you found out that you missed your period then confirmed by using a home pregnancy test, right?"

I feel nervous all of a sudden. " Yeah. I checked it twice. I mean two days in a row with twelve pregnancy tests just to confirm it." I chuckle nervously.

She laughs with her assistant.

"It's okay, dear. There's a little chance, at least a 1% chance of getting pregnant while on a pill, let us do ultrasonography to confirm your pregnancy."

I swallow hard. "Okay. Sorry, I'm just a little bit nervous."

She gives me an encouraging smile. "Dear, it's normal to get nervous, especially this is your first pregnancy."

I jerk when she put the probe with lubricant on my lower abdomen--it's cold. She presses and locates my uterus, and she lets me look at the monitor. "You're pregnant, Abbygail, seven weeks and three days to be exact. That little peanut size over there is your baby."

I stare at the peanut size in awe, and I'm also terrified. I feel the tears start forming in my eyes out of excitement that I'm going to be a mother, but it makes me feel sad that if I' tell Sebastian, and won't like and disagree or worse, he let me get rid of my baby. We just get married two months ago, and here I am already pregnant.

After Dr. Warren gives me prenatal vitamins and some advice, she tells me when is my next appointment.

My phone rings when I reach my car, and it's Sebastian.

My heart hammers when I answer it. "Baby, where are you?"

Crap. What should I say?

"Um, I ah, just driving around. Got bored at home. I might stop and get ice cream."

Shit, he can't know where I am. If he checks my phone's location, I'm going to be doomed.

"Baby, you have tons of ice cream here at home." Jeez, he's annoying sometimes and overprotective.

"Sebastian, can't I just go out without you questioning my whereabouts? It's not like I'm gonna be fucking some dude when I go out. I know I have tons of ice cream at home, but I want to breathe some air, eat in the park, and feed some ducks." I roll my eyes. Okay, that was out of line. I sigh and regret it.

"Baby, you can at least leave me a text--"

I cut him off. "Did you not tell me that you hate texting?"

Ugh! I want to pull my hair out of frustrations.

"Baby, calm down. I got home early, and I can't find you anywhere. You didn't leave a note either." I close my eyes again to relax.

"Why would I leave you a note when I always get home before you. I didn't expect you're going home early. You should be the one texting me if you're early." I start my car.

"Yeah, about that. We're leaving in two hours." He's still calm. I admire his patience in me, and I'm abusing it. "I was planning to take you to our beach house just two-hour drive from here. It's near our home. I thought I could spend the weekend with you. You've been moody lately, and I thought maybe you're under stress, and you could relax a bit away from the city. You know I still owe you a honeymoon."

Crap. My lie is not going to last long. He will eventually figure this out. What if I puke in front of him? I can't just tell him all the time that I eat something that upset my stomach, or I have a stomach bug. I feel guiltier.

"I'll be home. I'm driving. Can you hang up now?" I wipe my tears. My emotions are everywhere. He ends the call without even I love yous and goodbyes. I stop at the nearest pharmacy to buy my vitamins and antiemetics before I head my way home.

"Babe, I'm home." I find him zipping his bag. He stops working and walks to me.

"Why so upset lately, baby? I know you get bored here at home. That's why I plan on this. I'm not angry when you're going out and meet your friends or go shopping or do like every girl enjoys. You can't stop me from worrying about you. I almost lost you, Abbygail. I want you to enjoy it. And I never thought of you fucking some dude every time you went outside. I want to spend a weekend with you alone before the school semester starts."

Why does he have to be so nice? This is killing me. This secret is killing me. He kisses me as if his life depends on it, and I kiss him back and bury my recent problem for a while. I need to enjoy this weekend. This can be my last weekend with him before he figures it out.

He presses me against the closet and grinds his erection on me. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, and I feel the friction, and I'm instantly wet and so aroused. I slide my tongue into his mouth and taste him. He sucks my tongue, and I moan. He breaks the kiss and kisses my chin and runs his tongue down my neck and sucks my pulsating vein.

"I want you now, babe, please?"

He puts me down, and he catches me before I fall. My legs wobble for being so turn-on. He raises my skirt while I unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, pushing down his pants with his boxers. He's so hard and holds and stroke him a few times. He pushes down my now soaked panties.