Bleeding Heart 💔

CHAPTER ELEVEN

As I stood in the bathroom, trying to catch my breath and calm my racing thoughts, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. I had been feeling weak and tired for weeks, but I had attributed it to stress and my emotional struggles. Now, as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I saw a faint glow in my eyes, a subtle radiance that I had never noticed before.

I stumbled out of the bathroom, my mind racing with possibilities. Could it be? No, it couldn't. But the seed of doubt had been planted, and I couldn't shake it off.

Lilly noticed my distress as soon as I returned to the reception hall. "Sarah, what's wrong?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

I hesitated, unsure of how to reveal my fears. "I think I might be...pregnant," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Lilly's eyes widened in shock. "What? How? When?"

I took a deep breath. "I don't know, Lilly, but I'm certain Desmond is responsible for this baby."

"Desmond? Who's that?" Lilly asked, confusion etched on her face.

"The guy from the one night stand," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "The one I met at the club."

Lilly's expression changed from confusion to shock. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. "We need to get you to a doctor, like, yesterday!"

I nodded, trying so hard to contain the emotional turmoil I was experiencing.

Lilly quickly grabbed my arm and led me out of the reception hall, away from the prying eyes and wagging tongues. "Let's get out of here, we can't deal with this drama right now," she said, her voice firm and determined.

Once we were outside, Lilly pulled out her phone and started dialing. "I'm calling my doctor, she's a friend, and she'll see you right away," she explained, her eyes scanning the parking lot for her car.

I nodded, I was too confused to speak. I was so scared my suspicions would turn out to be true. I knew my body and I could see the changes no matter how little.

As we drove to the doctor's office, I couldn't help but think about Desmond. I had met him at a club, and we had hit it off immediately.

We had talked, laughed, and danced together, and before I knew it, we were leaving the club together. I had been feeling lonely and vulnerable, and he had been charming and persuasive. I had let my guard down, and now...now I was paying the price. How the fuck did I not use protection?!

Lilly's voice broke into my thoughts. "Hey, Sarah, we're here. Let's go inside and get this sorted out."

I nodded, taking a deep breath as we walked into the doctor's office. I knew this was just the beginning of a long and difficult journey, but despite what I was going through right now, I was grateful to have Lilly by my side. There's no way I could have dealt with this alone.

The doctor's office was a blur of forms, questions, and tests. My mind raced with thoughts of Desmond, the father of my unborn child. But I had no idea how to reach him, no phone number, no last name, no address. We had met at a club, and I had left with him without exchanging any information. It was a one night stand, and I had never expected to see him again.

After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally came in with the test results. "Sarah, you are indeed pregnant," she said gently.

I just simply nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. Fear, anxiety, anger. I had no idea how to feel or what to say.

Lilly squeezed my hand. "We'll get through this, Sarah. Together."

The doctor continued, "We'll need to schedule a follow-up appointment for next week. In the meantime, take these prenatal vitamins and rest as much as you can."

I walked out of the office looking confused and dejected. What was I going to do? I hadn't even figured out my own life and now I was expecting a child?

Lilly drove us home, chatting about everything and nothing, trying to distract me from my worries. But my mind kept wandering back to Desmond. I wished I could tell him about the baby, but I had no way of reaching him.

As we pulled up to our apartment, Lilly turned to me with a serious expression. "Sarah, we'll figure this out. We'll find a way to make this work."

I just nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Lilly. I knew I couldn't do this alone, and I was lucky to have a friend like Lilly by my side.

I laid in bed that night, my mind racing with thoughts of uncertainty and worry. I was having a baby, and I had no idea how to reach the father. I had no money, no job, and no prospects. And now that I was pregnant, I wasn't certain if anyone would hire me.

I felt a sense of desperation wash over her. I had always been independent, but now I felt like I was at the mercy of circumstances. I couldn't even afford prenatal care, let alone raise a child on my own.

Lilly's words of encouragement came back to me, but they seemed hollow now. How could I "figure it out" when everything seemed to be against me?

As I lay there, tears streaming down my face, I felt a sense of hopelessness that I had never felt before. I was trapped, and I didn't know how to escape.

But as I cried, something inside of me shifted. I realized that I couldn't give up, not now, not when I had a baby to think about. I would find a way, somehow, some way.

With newfound determination, I got out of bed and began to pace around my small room. I would find a job, somehow. I would get by, somehow. And I would raise my baby, no matter what.

The thought gave me a sense of strength, and I wiped away my tears. I would do this. I would be a good mother, no matter what it took.