Solos contra el mundo - Simbar (On hold- updates soon)

10

Note: Here is the chapter. I am too good and couldn't leave you without it, even though it didn't get even near of what I wanted...

It was the day before Tobías and Lucas arrived when I found out I was pregnant.

I told Emilia what happened between Simón and I at the pool and she was really proud of me. Emilia said something that stayed on my mind: "This is the time for you to focus on yourself! If anything is meant to happen with that guy, it will happen. But he can never be your priority.  You have to be your own priority."

So that's what I had been doing lately. I was paying attention to myself and myself only, doing what was best for me. Not without thinking about anyone else, but without caring about what others taught of it.

And it was because of this that I figured something was wrong with me...

That morning I went down for breakfast. I was really hungry and craving anything with chocolate.

Luna, her parents and my grandfather were already there which was unusual. I was always up earlier than Luna and my grandfather. They liked their sleep too much. But these days I had feeling the need to rest more.

They greeted me with a smile, well except Luna of course.

"Ámbar, it's so good you joined us!" Alfredo said excited. "I thought you had already left with your friend."

"No, I just stayed asleep for longer than usual. I was tired from skating the whole day yesterday."

Monica presented what she had done for breakfast - pancakes and chocolate cake. It was my lucky day. I served myself a big slice of it, eating it satisfied. Alfredo laughed, saying he liked watching me enjoy Monica's food as much as he did.

However, as soon as I was finished, I felt my stomach twist and an urge to vomit. I drank a glass of water, trying to stop the sensation but it didn't go away. So I found myself getting up and running to the nearest bathroom as fast as I could. I had barely opened the toilet when I threw up all of my breakfast.

I felt a warm hand caress my neck and lift my hair. It was Monica who then told her husband to grab me a soda. She helped me get up and refresh.

"She really is ungrateful! You make her breakfast and this how she pays..." Luna said from the door. If I wasn't feeling so bad, I would have replied her face was the one who gave me nausea but I figured it was not a good idea with her mother right there.

"Luna! Don't be mean! Go back to the dining room." Monica reprimended, making Luna sigh and leave. She turned to me, giving me the soda Miguel had brought. "Here, take it. How are you feeling?"

I take a few sips, feeling a little better. "I am okay now... Sorry about that, I really liked your cake! I just haven't been feeling that good lately."

She caressed my cheek. "Don't worry about that, sweetie. I will leave you alone now. Maybe you should rest a little."

I nodded, thanking them and heading back to my room. I was confused, something wasn't adding up... I thought I was feeling bad lately because of everything that happened and for staying locked inside for so long...  But now I was handling the situation and I was leaving as much as I could, Emilia and even Matteo contributing to it.

I sat on my bed accessing the possibilities... It could be some kind of flu or something, but I didn't really have the right symptoms for that...  I heard somewhere that when people are depressed they can go through things like this... Maybe it was just something in my head...

No, none of these made much sense... It had to be something else... Something hit me but I shook my head. No, definitely not that...

Even though I didn't want to believe, I got up from my bed, heading to my desk and picking up my planner. I checked the month before, looking for the orange circle I always did around the day my period came, counting 45 days until I arrived at that day's date. My eyes flashed open and I counted it a second and third time.

No!

No!

NO!

It couldn't be, there had to be some kind of mistake. It was normal. People didn't have to have their periodos every 28 days... Only I did. Always.

I let the planner fall to the ground and start comparing my lastest symptoms with what I learnt at school and heard and read around.

Dizziness

Sleepiness

Morning sickness

Delay on my period

Was I pregnant?

Pregnant as in having a baby?

Pregnant as in caring a part of myself and Simón inside?

Suddenly I felt as if the world collapsed on top of me. I sat on the floor and started crying. The panic of this possibly weighing too much.

How would I handle this situation when I was alone?

My godmother had left and she most definitely would not be happy with this news. The whole plan she had made for me completely ruined.

Simón, the father of the possible baby, didn't really know what he wanted, torn between his heart and his friends.

I had Emilia but how would she react to this? The situation only proved I had been weak and let my emotions take over. Not to mention she was only a year older than I was...

I get up from the floor, cleaning my tears and taking deep breaths to calm myself. It was not worth panicking over something I was not sure of.

I got ready to leave, knowing that I needed to clear this as soon as possible. Making the minimum noise, I descended the stair and left, asking the driver to take me to a shopping center a few kilometers from here. I didn't want to risk finding Luna or any of her friends. Specially not Simón.

He left me at the entrance and I headed to the pharmacy. Waiting in the line seemed to take hours but finally they called my number. When I asked the lady for the pharmacy test, she checked me from head to toe, a disapproving look at her face. It only made me feel worse. I basically ran back to the car, carrying the bag hidden in my purse.

It took exactly 15 minutes to get back at the masion, but if someone had asked me how long it took, I would have answered at least 1 hour. I was nervous, my mind not really focused on a single thing. Millions of scenerios went through my head.

When I was finally back at my room, I took a deep breath and opened the little box, taking the stick and the instructions out. I read it twice and went to the bedroom, doing what I had to do. I set the 3 minutes on the alarm and read the instructions a few more times, making sure I got it right.

3 minutes later the alarm rang and that was it. This was how I found out I was pregnant. How I found I was having a baby of the boy I loved, but with who I had the strangest relationship. How I found that two women were going to become grandmothers and both of them had abandoned me.

However, it was also the day I realized  something more important. It was the day I knew I would never be alone again, because now I had this baby. And this baby had me, and despite whatever people said, or whatever happened, I would never abandon him or her. This baby would always have me. If no one else, I would be here. And I would fight, I would fight to give him or her as much love as could, I would fight to be the greatest mother and bring nothing but joy and pride.

Now it wasn't only Ámbar Smith, it was Ámbar Smith and her baby against the world.

And it was because of this, that between the fear, the shock and the sadness, I never felt so happy and hopeful about the future.