Our Untold Stories

The Doctor's Text

"DEENA!" Had I really just read what I think I read on my phone? Had Dr. Julian really just informed me of this, all the info from blood work?

The text read

Dr. Julian: Congrats Mrs & Mrs Lovell !! You guys will be having a baby, starting a family, just as I thought on the day of the home visit ! I know you guys are super excited, once again CONGRATS.

What did he mean, "Having a baby." ? DID HE KNOW I WAS A WOMAN AND SHE WAS TOO?

"DEENA COME HEREEEE!" It'd been about 4 days since Dr. Julian made his visit, and he had suggested that she take FLU medication, FOR THE FLU. Not for MORNING SICKNESS due to PREGNANCY. I'd been staying home all these days, and Deena and I had been becoming closer through all these days and nights we spent together. We laughed all day, made love all night... And I made sure she was okay, took care of her for the flu... How the fuck could she be pregnant?

"Baby, what's wrong? Why are you yelling?! What's the i-" I flashed Dr. Julian's text in her face as she spoke, and her content face turned into nothing but fear in her eyes. "Baby... I... I can't say much else, he said it all... I didn't know how to tell you, I didn't know if you would still love me how we've been loving each other... With a child inside of me." She was choking back tears, I could hear it.

"Deena, I-"

"Before you even say it, THINK. If you really love me, would you leave me?! And to take care of this baby on my own Zara? Because if you really DID lov-" I threw my hand over her mouth.

"Deena. Shut up. Let me speak... First of all... The baby is Quinton's biologically I assume? I HOPE... RIGHT?!" She rolled her eyes.

"I haven't had sex with anyone but you for the past 6 years, except him. Yes... The baby is Quinton's." She was avoiding meeting my eyes, because she knew she would cry if she did, and I knew it too.

"Now... Listen to me." I took her hand. My anger had turned into sympathy and compassion, and I kissed her forehead. "I love you. So much till it hurts. I want you to understand that when we married each other it was an official promise on now documented paper for us to never leave each other, even at our worst. And trust me, this is not your worst. You made a mistake... We worked past it. I will not forever burden you with your mistake, because you did not forever burden me with mine. How could I leave you...And OUR child? He or she may be Quinton's biological child, but if that child is yours, it is rightfully mine. We will be a family... I will love that child with all of me, and I will care for YOU with all of me as you're holding OUR child. Never again question my love for you, or this child. Because I will love this child like it is my own. You and I will build this world together, with that baby, and we will have our happiness." I kissed her forehead again, as if though I was securing this information in her mind. "Do you understand?"

She began to weep in the space between my shoulder and neck. I could feel her tears against my skin, but she tried to manage her breathing and keep it steady so I would not know of her tears. "I- I get it. You and I... Together." She sobbed uncontrollably after that sentence, and I held her close to me.

"Yes baby... Us, together. And soon, the baby... Our baby. Our future. Do you think... I'd just let you go off into the world after we've already began to build our live's foundation? This baby will only add happiness to the equation." I pulled her even closer. "I love you more than I love my own self, and soon I will love this child the same." I dropped to my knees, raised her shirt, and kissed her stomach.

Our child...