The Pregnant Virgin's diary

Chapter 3: Expecting the unexpected... again?

After forty minutes, Dr. Smith entered the room with the hospital chief, Dr. Reynolds. Although I wasn't crying anymore, my eyes still stung. I had laid my head on Sasha's chest as she caressed and ran her fingers through my now messy hair.

"Miss. Chevarez," I looked up at Dr.Reynolds. "I would like to apologize to you on behalf of the hospital. The situation that we are all in is very delicate."

"With all due respect, Sir, I really don't care what anyone has to say. I just-I just want the-the.. umm... I just want it gone please," I said softly. I couldn't believe I had just talked to the Chief of one of the best hospitals in the United States like that. But at this moment all I wanted was my life back.

"I understand this is hard but please don't act hastily. We have contacted the sperm donor and his family. They are currently on their way here. I imagine they will be just as shocked as you when they hear about this. So please, I am pleading with you to at least wait until they arrive before making a decision."

"Who is the donor?" Sasha asked.

"I am sorry but we are not at liberty to answer that question," Dr. Reynolds replied.

"Can't the sperm donor just provide another sample?" she asked again.

"I am afraid I can not comment on that either, Miss."

I pinched myself a couple of times in other to wake up from this crazy nightmare.

After another forty-five minutes of silence, I heard chattering coming from outside the hospital. I sat up straight and peeked out the window. There was a large gathering of people all watching something while others took pictures. I was not sure what.

"Amelia, we will be with you soon, please rest," said Dr. Smith while she tied up her blonde hair and exited the room with Dr. Reynolds.

One hour later

I hadn't even realized when I fell asleep. Eyes still closed, I touched the other side of my bed where Sasha had been sleeping but she was not there. I opened my eyes lazily, scanning the room for her. That is when I noticed a man directly staring at me. I could not make out his face as he was sitting on the same bean bag chair Sasha was sitting on hours ago. He got up slowly, as if taking caution. I felt goosebumps as I began to shake in fear. I sat up on my bed and tried to scream for help but let out an embarrassing squeal instead. All my bawling from earlier had killed my voice and now I was probably going to die.

As he approached I scooted back on the bed, tears dripping down my cheeks once again.

"It's okay," I heard him say softly. "I am not going to hurt you... I just want to talk."

As he came closer, I had a good look at him and began to relax. He had dark, brown hair that matched his thick eyebrows and perfectly trimmed facial hair. He was about 6 foot 2, with a lean muscular body and broad shoulders which where relaxed as he walked confidently towards me. If I hadn't pinched myself a couple of times, I would have thought that I died and went to Greek heaven and he was the Greek God.
He sat next to me, his eyes gazing at my belly for a moment, then quickly looking up as if he had done something wrong. As I stared into his beautiful, sky blue eyes, I knew I recognized him from somewhere. He unbuttoned the end of his black, long sleeve shirt and rolled it up his elbows, revealing his slightly sun-kissed arms. As he extended his hand to me, he said in the sexiest voice I had ever heard, "Hi, my name is A..."

"I know who you are..." I spat out, cutting him off with the most unattractive mouse-like squeal ever. Crap!

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