Where Love Lives (Complete)

Chapter 9- Decisions

*Ellie's POV*

It's been three months, and one would say Ethan and I are in some kind of relationship. He'd come to visit on Fridays and stay until Sunday when he had to leave. We've become rather close and sex is becoming more and more amazing. He is the total sweetheart.

Summer is coming soon, and I've been preparing for final exams. Therefore, Ethan has been visiting less than he used to. He said something about giving me time to study because he doesn't want to distract me. I didn't refuse. I know I need to give my all in these exams or I won't graduate.

I've always wanted to be a pediatrician because my mom was one. That's how she met my dad. Dad was baby-sitting my aunt Carrie, when she accidentally broke a glass and cut her hand. He rushed her to the hospital and my mom, Emma, happened to be an intern there and cleaned her up. It was love at first sight.

Emma and Sean Scott.

My dad was the ever doting guy from what I was told. He asked her out so many times that she got tired and accepted. They fell in love and had me. They later got married and settled down. Aunt Veronica would tell me how happy they were and I felt like they should have been given more time here on earth.

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After a long day of studies, I'm more than happy to watch some mindless TV show and maybe fall asleep in the meantime. I've been very tired for the past days, and even with 10 hours of sleep, my body protests.

Maybe it's just the weather.

I turn on the TV and some cooking show is playing. Changing the channel, I see none other than Ethan. The show is about celebrities. Celebrity? Ethan?

When the lady doing the interview says Ethan King, I start to put the pieces together.

King.

From King Industries? No wonder that name sounded so familiar.

I start to think about the meetings he would have to leave to go to. His bodyguards. His jet. Arriving on my doorstep at 1:00 AM in the morning. The cars he drive every time he's here. I should have known. The signs were all there, but he never told me who he was, or shared any aspect of his life with me. Thinking about everything that I shared with him about my life, I feel somewhat betrayed.

He lied to me.

Well technically, he didn't lie. He just didn't tell me the truth, or anything for that matter. And here I was, thinking that he actually cared about me. Thinking we had some kind of future together.

'He was only using you', a voice in my head said. Trying to avoid my thoughts from wandering down that road, I try to think of all the good times we had. All the times I almost blurted out words of love to him. But when I think about it, what would a billionaire want with someone like me? A nobody. An orphan.

It makes no sense.

Suddenly, I feel like I'm gonna throw-up and run to the bathroom. After retching over the toilet, I try to stand but feel dizzy. What's going on?

Nausea. Vomit. Dizziness. I've also been feeling very tired lately. This can only mean one thing.

I'm pregnant.

No. No. No. I run to the shelves above the sink and take out the emergency kit. There's everything you can imagine in there. Being a doctor, we should always be prepared. I open the bag and search for a pregnancy test. Luckily, there's two of them. I take both and go back to the toilet.

While taking the tests, all I am thinking about is what I would do if I'm pregnant. I'm only 20. I can't take care of a baby. What would Ethan think? Would he rate me as some gold-digger who deliberately got knocked up? Why didn't I think about condoms? I'm a medical student for crying out loud.

When I read the tests, to say I was shocked would have been too mainstream. Tears ran down my cheeks and I thought about what I was going to do.

I wasn't sure about many things, but I knew that I would never abort my baby. My baby means my responsibility, and in those seconds, I made up my mind. I would keep my baby and love him or her like any mother should do.