Lady Of Iron

Chapter 7 ♣♣

It had been two weeks since I learnt that I was pregnant. Ignoring this fact became my coping mechanism. I decided to forget that I was pregnant, for now. I buries myself in books and work. The only thing I did about it was watch my diet. I might have ignored the fact that I was pregnant but not completely. I knew it was too late to abort the life growing in me. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have aborted even if the pregnancy was only a week old. I respect life and who knows?Maybe the child would become someone who'd change lives. I was not going to play 'god' by deciding to kill it. Bearing that in mind, I decided that eating healthy was the least I could do.
Alaric on the other hand was freaking out so much that I almost thought he was pregnant himself. He kept on insisting that we inform our parents. He loyalty towards his twin, me, was the only thing that was keeping his mouth shut.
Last weekend but one mom had invited us to meet  our great grandma  (mom's side) who was apparently still alive. We grew up knowing that grandma was dead so our childish minds never thought about asking about our great grandparents. However we received another version of the story that day.
Apparently, dad's parents and parents were dead. On the other side, mom's parents and grandma were still alive. We learnt that mom's parents had disowned her for choosing true love over 'family and honour'; the honour part being that mom has refused to be married off to some rich guy for the sake of business. Shocker, I know. I mean, which parent chooses business, money and fame over their child's happiness?
So, mom ran off with dad because if she didn't, she'd become some trophy wife to some rich billionaire. Grandma (great grandma )learnt about this and chose mom's side, so she began searching for her and that is how the story ended.
After that night I knew that even though my parents would be angry, they'd understand. I know you're wondering why I haven't told them yet. I'll be honest with you. I'm scared. I'm scared of how things will turn out. I'm scared about giving birth, about being a mother, about adding a burden to my parents. Don't get me wrong we're not poor but neither are we rich. I know my parents have their own dreams. Dreams that require money to be fulfilled. Money that they've been saving since they started working.
I'll tell you something. When mom and dad ran off from Spain to New York, they had nothing. Mom was on her second last year studying nursing. Dad had barely graduated from uni studying something to do with construction. Dad worked at construction sites and any other job no matter how little it paid, just for mom to complete her studies. Mom attended classes at night and worked two jobs during the day. They both evaded poverty through had work and suffering.
Do you now understand my fear?
Do you see that me getting pregnant might ruin them?
They'll have to scoop from their savings in order to take care of me and the baby. Savings that they've been piling from even before I was born. They've always wanted to start a business so that they can insure a good life even after they grow old. So now you see? I'm going to ruin everything that they've worked hard for. I know they're take care of everything willingly but deep down we all know it will cost them and that is my greatest fear: returning them to poverty, which they've worked so hard to escape.
I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a pain in my abdomen. It is mild but it's pain nonetheless. I leave the library and rush to the apartment to grab my savings. If it has anything to do with the baby I need to know. Alaric is in class, thank heavens, I don't want to worry him over nothing. I've distracted him enough and exams are about two weeks away.
I head to the nearest hospital, St. Mark's Hospital.
Half an hour later I'm lying on a bench while the doctor places that thingy that allows you to see the baby on a screen.
I'm so mesmerised by the image on the screen. This whole situation may be messed up but the image on the screen makes me shed tears of joy.
"There's nothing to worry about Ms.Pierson. The babies are fine. "The doctor says.
I sigh in relief then take a sharp breathe.
"W-wait what? B-babies? "I ask shocked.
"Yes, babies. See.."he explains as he points at the screen. "The first one, then the second one. This are their heads hands and legs "
I look closely then something catches my eye.
"Wait. If those are the legs, what's that? "I Point at what appears to be a leg but it's placed at a very weird angle. "Oh God! Will my child be handicapped?!" I ask a sob leaves my mouth.
The doctor is quite for a while as he observes the screen.
"As a matter of fact, no. I think you're going to have triplets! "He beams.
Tears of joy escape my eyes but then something crosses my mind and my smile fades. More babies means more money from my parents.
I buy the vitamins that the OBG prescribed and head home to rest before I head to work. I cook some lunch then head to bed as I wait for Alaric to join me for lunch.
I feel like I've just closed my eyes before I hear the front door open and Alaric calling for me. I don't tell him that I'm carrying triplets coz I don't want to scare him even more.
"When do you plan on telling them? "He asks ,his voice coming out as a whisper.
"I'll tell them after the exams for the semester. Before you disagree, I want you to know that I don't want them to freak. You know they will if I tell them sooner especially mom. They might even keep me from attending classes . I'll tell them then because we'll be staying at home and they can see me. Please Alaric. I know it's killing you to keep quiet but don't worry about it okay? Everything will be fine. I'll be fine. We don't have to go home for the weekends. I already told mom that were busy studying for the exams. Everything will be fine. Forget about the pregnancy and focus on studying for the exams okay? "I beg while cupping his face.
His response is a small nod and a kiss on my forehead. I hug him tightly and kiss his cheek.
I stay long enough to make sure that he finishes his food then head to the diner to work .

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