Games Of Hearts

32. A high risk pregnancy

As I lay on the examination table, the doctor's hands moved deftly across my belly, the ultrasound wand gliding smoothly over my skin. I felt a mix of emotions: excitement, fear, and uncertainty. And then, suddenly, a small image appeared on the screen. I gasped, my heart skipping a beat. Was that...our baby?

I couldn't believe my eyes. The tiny figure on the screen was so small, yet so perfectly formed. I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at the image, my mind struggling to comprehend the reality of the situation. I was going to be a mother.

The doctor's voice broke the spell, her words calm and reassuring. "We'll need to wait for your blood reports to confirm. " She smiled and exited the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from my belly. A tiny human was growing inside me, a tiny being that was dependent on me for everything. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. I felt like I was floating, my mind reeling with questions and concerns.

But one thought stood out above the rest: my parents. How would they react to this news? I knew they would be shocked, maybe even disappointed. I decided then and there that I wouldn't say anything to anyone until my blood reports arrived. I needed time to process this news, to figure out how I felt and what I wanted to do.

As I lay there, my hand instinctively went to my belly, cradling the tiny life growing inside me. I felt a sense of protectiveness wash over me, a sense of responsibility that I had never felt before.

As I took Joshua's hand and swung my legs over the side of the examination bed, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me. He helped me stand up, his grip firm and supportive. We walked out of the hospital room, my mind still reeling from the news.

Once we arrived at my apartment, Joshua helped me gather my clothes and essentials. As we packed, he turned to me with a serious expression. "Eva, I think it's best if you move in with me for now," he said, his eyes filled with concern. "At least until your blood reports come back and we know what's going on."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I didn't want to be alone right now, and Joshua's presence was comforting. "Okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. As we finished packing, Joshua put his arm around me, pulling me close.

As we walked out of the apartment, I couldn't help but think about the nausea I had been feeling for the past few days. Now I knew the reason why - I was pregnant. The thought still felt surreal, but with Joshua's support, I felt like I could feel the strength in me.

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As we entered Joshua's apartment, I was struck by its neatness and tidiness. Everything was organized and in its place, a stark contrast to my own apartment which was often cluttered and chaotic. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I sank into the plush sofa, trying to find a comfortable position to alleviate the aching in my stomach.

Joshua noticed my discomfort and immediately went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and some crackers. "Here, try these," he said, handing them to me. "Sometimes, nausea can be helped by eating something small."

I took a sip of the water and nibbled on a cracker, feeling a slight sense of relief as the dryness in my mouth was quenched. But the ache in my stomach persisted, a dull throb that seemed to be getting worse by the minute.

Joshua sat down beside me, his eyes filled with concern. "Do you want me to get you anything else?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.

I shook my head, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over me. "I just need to rest," I said, closing my eyes and trying to focus on my breathing.