Love Sick

Evidence

Eva

Two Weeks Later

"This has been the longest trial of my entire existence." I moaned as I stared at my maroon jacket that was tossed on the bed, both Lucia and I sprawled out under the covers, our stomachs aching from the flu that had kept the both of us awake for hours through the night.

"Are you sure that you want to go and spread your germs at the courthouse? You both can just stay home." Chris asked, but I groaned and slowly pulled the covers away, another whiff of his cologne making my Gatorade resurface. "Oh god!" I moaned, rushing into the bathroom, my knees buckling as I crumbled to the floor, missing the toilet as blue liquid spewed on the floor, missing my maroon turtle neck. I heard my husband rush in and gasp, holding the wastebasket under me to finish.

I gasped and flung my hand to my clammy forehead, leaning back into my husband to try and regain some of my strength. "You dropped pretty fast and hard, I think you're either very sick or at least dehydrated." He stated, looking down at his watch before lifting me to my feet, bearing all my weight to drag me back into the room.

"I need to be in court today, I need to fight-." I mumbled, but he quieted me by pressing a kiss on my temple, grabbing my maroon blazer and placing it around my shoulders. "I'm taking you to the doctors to get an iv into you, then I'm bringing you home so the both of you can sleep." He stated, leaving no room for debate. "You've been fighting the hardest, and now it's time for you to take a sick day and let me take care of you both." He reminded, making me surrender and nod, shrugging the jacket on.

"Fine."

...

I sat shivering inside the doctor's office alone, my husband off getting antibiotics for our daughter in another exam room, irritating me that I was forced here against my will.

There was a soft knock against the door and I fiddled with my iv in my hand, and the bandage on my arm where they had drawn blood, allowing them to enter.

A woman with dark, curly hair entered, holding my chart with the lists of tests, taking a seat beside the table that I was sitting on. "Can I go home now? I feel terrible and my daughter and I don't want to spread it here." I moaned, making her chuckle and set the folder down before grinning.

"Now I do believe that you feel terrible, and your daughter is getting antibiotics for her stomach bug, however, you aren't contagious." She grinned, making me roll my eyes at her and lean back in disbelief. "We probably have the same thing, I gave her the bug! I've been feeling awful for weeks, poor baby just got it." I moaned, making her grin wider.

"She definitely has a bug, but you don't, going from your blood and urine tests, you seem to be about eight weeks pregnant." She reported, my stomach dropping to my toes as her words registered, making me unable to speak a word.

I blinked and slowly sat up, staring at the woman who nodded in confirmation, giving me a warm smile. "Congratulations." She offered, but I was still struggling for the words, disbelief now sinking in as my head spun. "No, my gynecologist down the hall said that I would never conceive children, that it wouldn't happen for us." I mumbled, watching her flip through my chart with a puzzled expression.

"No...? Everything looks healthy, I'm not sure why he would say that?" She asked, the numbers still not adding up as I tried to go through every scenario in my head. "We tried for months? We couldn't get pregnant!" I cried, confused tears now filling my eyes as I tried to make sense of this all.

"I'm not sure what happened there, maybe talk to your gynecologist and see what they mistook your symptoms for because you are definitely pregnant. Maybe it just wasn't the right time for you to have that baby?" She suggested, but I just stared at her blankly, my heart hammering with fear.