More Than Enough ⚀ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 19 Bitter Sweet (Consequences)

Alisha's p.o.v.***
Silence filled the room. Dr. Wilkins looked from one of us to the other. Congratulations, it's been confirmed that you are indeed pregnant! This news is bitter sweet though. You are threating a miscarriage and you are very dehydrated. You need to drink lots of water and gatorade. However, a misscarriage can be prevented. I want you on bed rest for the next two weeks." Two weeks, I yelled! There is to much work that has to be done for me to be sitting at home for two weeks. "Look Ms. Allen, if you want to remain healthy and if you want this baby to survive I need you to do as instructed. I'll be back with a prescription and your discharge papers. You can see the nurse at the desk on your way out to schedule your next appointment. Once again, congratulations to the both of you." I sat there in shock with the words the doctor just said replaying in my head. Pregnant, how could I be pregnant? That's when it hit me. I had unprotected sex the day Anthony and I slept together and every time Brad and I slept together. They were the only two men that I had ever done that with. I was working so much that I hadn't even paid attention to the signs. I dropped my head and the tears fell along with it. It wasn't a good time in my life for a baby. As if jumping into this relationship with Brad wasn't already enough and a distraction to my career. I had nobody to blame but myself.

Brad noticed me crying and he came over and held me. "Why are you crying Alisha?" He lifted my head pushing his hand under my chin. He looked deep into my eyes and again asked me, "Why are you crying Alisha?" This is all a bit much. I have a business opening in a couple of weeks and I'm pregnant and on bed rest. This relationship. Everything is just moving way to fast. "I'm here with you. Everything is going to be fine. Take a deep breath and relax. I can't have you all stressed out especially now that your pregnant."

I got dressed as we prepared to leave the hospital. There was so much on my mind. I needed some time to gather myself and think about all that had transpired within the last few months.

The ride home was quiet for the most part. I knew Brad and I would have to have a conversation about the whole pregnancy thing. Right now all I wanted to do was be alone. When we pulled up at the house I got out the car and grabbed my things. He tried his best to help me, but I wasn't in the mood for help.

I have it Brad, can you just leave please? "What's wrong Alisha? I'm just trying to help and be supportive." All of this is just to much right now. "Your making it seem like all of this is my fault or something. I want this to work. Im happy because I love you." Well I'm not happy and I'm not blaming you for anything. I just need some time.

The tears began to fall as I took a slow walk to my front door. He came behind me. "Alisha wait. I know you need your space right now, but I don't want you to be alone." Brad, give me some time. He held me right there not caring who was watching. He kissed my lips as I cried. I could feel the love he had for me. Finally he let me go and watched as I went into the house. Closing the door behind me, I slid to the floor, pulled my knees in my chest, and cried.

The next day I got up, took a shower, got dressed, did my hair, and went to work as usual. I decided I was going to do what I wanted to do and that was work. I needed to get D.P.II open as fast as I could. There was way to much business with just one company. My people and I were working over time to make sure we impressed everybody we had to. I wasn't good at sitting back while my people worked hard to get things done. All of my life I had been the hands on type with everything I did. I wasn't missing work and the situation I was in right now wasn't going to stop anything that had to do with my career. I was back focused.

While I was on my lunch break I ran into Anthony. This wasn't the time or place to talk to him, but I felt we should get it out the way while we had the chance to. He walked into the break room and grabbed his lunch. He sat at the table and began to eat. I figured he was still upset because he didn't even speak.