Arranged marriage

Babies

Two weeks later

I was waiting for dr. Nowak to come out. He smiled at me.

"Come in."

He looked at my leg.

"You'll be fine. The vound is almost healed."

"Dr., I have a question. I'm feeling nausea lately. I thing I'm coming up with a flu or something."

"Any other symptoms?"

"Nausea, my stomach hurts, I'm throwing up every morning."

He laughed.

"You're in the wrong department."

I looked at him, eyebrowes lifted.

"You should go in the Gynecology."

What?!

I stood up and he handed me a piece of paper.

"Dr. Martha Evans."

I went out and stumbled the hallway untill I felt a numb hit. The man looked at me.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"No."

I was honest.

"I can see that. Your face is really pale, you look like you saw a ghost. Do you want me to get you anything?"

I shook my head.

"I'm sorry I knocked your papers all over the floor."

"It's okay."

He smiled and showed his white teeth. He was tall and atlethicly built. His blond hair was casually messy and his blue eyes were warm and shining. He is handsome.

"I didn't introduce myself. Ethan Avidan, pediatrician."

I extended my hand.

"Lena Jepsen, not a doctor."

He laughed.

"I can see that."

Was that an undercover insult?

"Can you show me where Gynecology is?"

He nodded.

We passed by Pediatrics. All those children, no parents. I hugged my stomach. My heart ached.

"Those are abbandoned children who are really sick but no one wants to listen. We need to buy a device that could help them but our hospital is broke."

"Wait, maybe I can help."

"Unless you're a millionaire, there is nothing you can do."

"I am actually. I'm the owner of Martin- Jepsen Industries."

"Oh, that Lena Jepsen. I didn't recognize you, I'm sorry. You're married to Mark Jepsen."

He said that like it's a sad thing.

"Not for long. Mark and I are getting divorced."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

I waved my hand.

"It's okay. I have to go now but you can give me your number and I'll call you as soon as I get back from my trip."

He handed his card.

"It was a pleasure, Lena."

I smiled and entered the doctor's office.

"Can I help you?"

"I think I'm pregnant."

"Let's take a look."

I laid on the examination table and she ultrasounded my stomach.

"Oh, yes. Can you see your baby? You've been pregnant for a month. Do you want me to print the ultrasound for you?"

Wait! Wait a second! Wait.. How can I be..? It's so.. I can't be.. But I am.

"So?"

I nodded.

She printed a picture and I saw a dot on it. My little Dot. I'm really pregnant.

"Here you go, congratulations."

"Thank you."

I ran out and sat next to Anna.

"So? Everything okay? We can go?"

He was sparkling. I shook my head.

"Lena, your face is so pale. What happened?"

"I'm pregnant."

I showed her the picture that was wrinkled in my hand. She covered her mouth with a hand.

"Now what?"

"Now, were going to my house to pick up my suitcase and we're going to Barcelona" I said, dead serious.

"And Mark? You're not telling him?"

"Of course I will, as soon as I get home. He has the right to know. The baby is his as much as it is mine."

"I agree, let's go."

Ten minutes later Eva was carrying my luggage down the stairs and I was standing in front of Mark's office.

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

I entered the room.

"I'm leaving."

He didn't look at me. Come on, Mark, look at me. Please.

"Okay."

He didn't look up.

"Mark? I need to tell you something serious."

"Go ahead."

Look at me, I'm begging you. He didn't.

"I.. I left my phone in my room so don't call me, you won't be able to reach me."

"That was so serious?" he asked while looking at his papers.

I'm pregnant! God dammit!

"I guess I'll see you in a week."

"Have fun."

I left. I guess I won't tell him after all. I sat in the car and started crying.

"What did he say?"

"I didn't tell him. He ignored me."

"Oh, baby."

She stroke my hair and hugged me.

"Let's go."

We were driving and I was thinking about Mark, looking at the picture of my little Dot. Oh, Mark..

We boarded the plane and I dozed off. As the plane was taking off I thought about Barcelona. I have to leave, I have to think about everything. Every old thing stayes behind and new things are about to happen.

Oh, Barcelona..