The sweet melodies of the morning birds filled my ears as the sun peeked through my window, forcing me to open my eyes with a yawn. "It's morning again," I mumbled, my voice laced with sleepiness. I hated that another day had dawned, bringing with it the inevitable nagging from Mom and the pressures of school. Just as I was about to sit up, Mom's voice pierced the air from the kitchen. "Milani, come to the kitchen now!" I chuckled, accustomed to her morning summons.
"Can you wake me up nicely for once?" I asked, getting out of bed with my eyes still closed, wishing Mom could be more gentle and polite like other moms.
I stumbled into the kitchen, my hair disheveled, my eyes half-closed, and my stomach growling with hunger. The sight of the fluffy pancakes Mom had made revived me. "Yummy," I exclaimed, my eyes widening with anticipation. But before I could dig in, a smack landed on my head, jolting me awake. "Ouch, Mom!" I exclaimed, rubbing my sore head as I made my way to the dining table. It seemed like she never missed an opportunity to give me a gentle whack. Despite her playful aggression, I knew she was the best mom in the world.
"Hurry up, or you'll be late for school," she reminded me, serving me a plate of sausages and pancakes.
I poured myself a glass of fresh juice, and once Mom sat down, I said, "Now, let's break our fast." She smiled and shook her head, it was a familiar ritual we shared every morning.
"Do I need to beg you to tell me what the doctor said about your yeast infection, when you visited him yesterday?" She asked as we eat and I let out a sigh and rolled my eyes, feeling a bit exasperated.
"Why are you like this?" I asked, and she looked up at me with a curious expression.
"Like what?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Like this Mom, making a big deal out of everything," I said, exasperated. "If you wanted to know what the doctor said, you could have just asked me." I said and she put down her cutlery, a small frown creasing her face. And I shook my head, chuckling. "There you go again, what's with the frown?"
"Will you tell me now, or do I really need to beg you?" she asked, her voice deadpan. I rolled my eyes and began laughing.
"Who are you?" I teased, shaking my head. Mom was so dramatic. "Okay, fine," I relented. "You don't need to beg me okay? It wasn't my intention to keep it from you, I swear. You were fast asleep when I got home last night, that's why I couldn't tell you. And you know that, don't you?"
"So, you could tell me when you got here just minutes ago, right?" Her response was quick.
"Mom I was going to tell you, okay? You're being dramatic again," I teased, chuckling. "Well the doctor said it's getting serious , so I need to come back tomorrow for an injection."
"Oh I never imagined it was this serious."
"Me neither," I replied, shaking my head. "Guess where the doctor is going to give me the injection?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and Mom's curiosity was piqued.
"Where?" she asked.
"Inside my vagina. I know, it sounds weird. And to make matters worse, I'm ovulating and already experiencing more pain down there. The thought of getting a needle in there is just..." I trailed off, shaking my head.
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Wrong Injection
Romance"Dive into the life of a determined NYU law student juggling the challenges of school and unexpected pregnancy. Follow her journey as she navigates the demands of law school while preparing for motherhood, and discover the strength and resilience th...
