I Never Thought I Needed You

Chapter 7

I feel cold and so hungry, I let out a groan as I struggled to open my heavy eyelids, squinting against the harsh brightness of the room. Blinking slowly, I turn my head, looking around. Is this a hospital? The last thing I remember was vomiting followed by Can carrying me up to my apartment.

"How are you feeling?" Can's voice broke through my thoughts as he entered the room with a cup of coffee in hand. He looks so good with those strong muscles. 

"I'm fine..." My voice barely above a whisper. "Why am I here?"

"You wouldn't wake up and you looked really pale. I was worried," Can explained, taking a seat beside me. I felt his hand slowly caressing my hand. 

"I'm sorry." I blushed looking down at my hands. 

"The doctor said something about your blood sugar levels being off," he added, his concern evident in his tone.

The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged man clad in blue scrubs and a white lab coat. His grey hair, meticulously combed, adding a touch of sophistication to his appearance. With a practiced motion, he dispensed hand sanitizer and rubbed it between his palms before introducing himself, "I'm Dr. Tabak," his voice calm and reassuring. Moving towards the computer, he typed a few keys before turning his attention back to me. "How are you feeling, Ms. Aydin?" he asked gently. 

"Better than lately. I suppose we're here about my blood sugar?" 

"Sort of... When was your last menstrual cycle?" Dr. Tabak's question caught me off guard.

I furrowed my brows as I explained, "I've had an IUD for years so my periods are pretty light.. I think it was..." There was a moment of silence as the doctor absorbed my response, before delivering unexpected news. "Well, here's the situation. Your blood test indicates that you are pregnant." The words hung in the air. My body went rigid, my mind echoing with the single word that now dominated my thoughts: 'pregnant.'

Pregnant

Pregnant

Pregnant

"But what about the IUD? It's supposed to be foolproof," I stammered, my confusion palpable. 

The doctor smiled, like he had an inside joke. "An IUD is a 99% effective but there is a 1% margin of error. Consider yourself an anomaly." The reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks—this couldn't be happening. Why I had to be the anomaly?! I haven't had sex in ages and the one time I let loose and get wasted, I end up hooking up with my super hot, famous boss. And to top it all off, I can't even remember what went down that night and now I'm carrying his baby. 

"I will call for an OB to come and check on you. We will need to remove the IUD, examine the fetus and then you will be free to leave. All right?" I gazed up at the ceiling, taking slow, deep breaths to steady myself. I was barely aware of Can as the obstetrician entered the room and directed me to place my feet on the stirrups. My mind felt distant as the OB inserted a lengthy device into my vagina and I only snapped back to reality when I saw the tiny bean-shaped figure on the screen. The gravity of the situation hit me - this was all undeniably real. "Is that -?" I began, my voice trailing off in awe.

"Your baby? Yes," Dr. Arsian confirmed, pressing a button on the machine to print out the image. She was a young, vibrant woman with honey eyes. She was warm giving me comfort. I liked her already. 

"And this here is the baby's heartbeat, which appears strong and steady," Dr. Arsian pointed. The baby is so small and delicate. And I felt immediate relief to know he or she was okay. The heartbeat was a beautiful sound. I found myself drawn to this little dot immediately and without hesitation, my hand instinctively moved to rest on my flat stomach.

"I will need to closely monitor your blood sugar levels. I'm going to bring you some pamphlets, prescribe you with prenatal vitamins, and set up your appointments. Let me go ahead and organize everything, please feel free to begin dressing up. Congratulations parents." Dr. Arsian warmly congratulated us and hands us a picture of the baby.