A ROYAL SURPRISE

🎀Chapter 23🎀

"It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them."

-Agatha Christie

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"Hey, how are you doing?" Ale asks, entering my bedroom.

I'm already three months into my pregnancy and I'm starting to notice a weird bunch of symptoms. I can't stop vomiting. I don't know if it has anything to do with what I ate yesterday or if it's Ma-fucking-teo that is continuing to be a constant bother in my life.

"I'm fine." I say tiredly, closing my eyes.

I haven't been able to sleep all night. I keep tossing and turning, wondering if Mateo will actually take this to court like he threatened? And what exactly are they going to do? Take my baby away from me when it's born? Please. That's nonsense.

All this is very stressful.

"Eufy you have been puking" he says as a matter of fact, looking at the bucket if puke at my bedside. At a point I couldn't keep getting up because all this puking is causing me to be weak.

"Don't look at that" I whine, embarrassed by the fact he's looking at my puke.

He sits on my side on the bed, his hand coming into contact with the skin of my stomach, soothing me immediately. Up until now, I don't understand how and why my body reacts to his touch so easily.

"You okay babe?" He asks, looking at me.
I shake my head, feeling another bile rise up my throat.

"I-
My words are cut short as I puke again, feeling weak and restless.

"Maybe I should call a doctor for you"

"No Ale, it's okay. I'm fine. I'll be fine"

"Eufy you're pregnant. So every reaction of yours is crucial. Let me just get the doctor" he says and I nod, closing my eyes and laying back in bed.

I feel so tired.

In just a few minutes, the doctor is walking through my bedroom door, holding a brief case which contains his medical stuff.

I raise a brow at Ale, who ignores my gaze, knowing exactly what I'm thinking.

How did the doctor get here so quickly?

"I want you to know that you are fine Ms. Johnson" the doctor says after I tell him what is wrong with me. "Everyone and how their body reacts to pregnant symptoms. Yours just happens to be that after three months you're still feeling nauseous. I would prescribe some medications to get you a bit stronger and tone down the reflexes of your vomit. That would be all" he says and I nod, digesting his words, happy that there's nothing major wrong with me.

"Good day" he says, firmly shaking Ale's hand and giving a small bow.

That was weird.

"Hey, let me run you a bath" Ale says, coming into the bedroom.

I slip out of the duvet, placing my feet slowly to the ground, trying to get up and walk to the bathroom.