Sophia
“Uhmmm, no, I can't, you don't have to worry about that Miss Sophia, all you need now is a lot of rest.” The initial hesitation in his voice made me think he was asked not to say a word. “But… I tried to say, and before I could put my words together, he already left the ward room. Great! “You don't seem to have a trace of memory of who could have possibly brought you here Soph?” Lindsay asked, looking deep into my eyes as if she wanted to read my mind. “No, I can't seem to put together anything right now Lindy” I winced in discomfort and frustration, the pain in my head intensified the more I tried to put in place the things that happened to me before now. It came as dim flashes, I tried to gain control of myself, as I laid down and drifted to deep sleep. Next morning I squeezed my eyes open, as the buzzing sound from my phone woke me up, “Who in their right senses would want to talk to someone this early!" I turned and grabbed my phone, because this was the third time it rang. “Are we on line with Miss Sophia Davies?” “Yes, how may I help you? “We're calling from the ‘We Care Fertility Clinic’, please we need your presence urgently at the clinic” The voice was a familiar male voice. “Is there a problem?” I asked, “what could they possibly need me for now?” My curiosity piqued. I thought everything was already a wrap a few days ago. “Yes, there is a big problem." The male voice came again. A big problem! “Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible!” I said, preparing myself mentally for the worst that could happen. My life has always been full of surprises, what more could surprise me now. I feel much better now, I think I'm good to go. I thought to myself, looking at myself in the restroom mirror. My brown curly blonde hair matched my hazel eyes, and pointed nose. I looked a bit pale, I was lost looking at myself in the mirror, until I remembered my appointment. Lindsay already left yesterday evening since she had something important to attend to. I arrived at the clinic twenty minutes later, I waved at the receptionist with a smile, and walked down to Dr. Brown's office. He had an uneasy expression that would tell anyone that something was amiss. “Miss Sophia Davis”, he called out my name, and took his gaze to the window. I watched how he furrowed his brows, beads of sweat breaking out from his forehead even with the air conditioner on. I wondered what could possibly be wrong, did I pay my bills to the wrong account? Or did I do something wrong which I wasn't supposed to do before, during or after the procedure? I can't even think straight right now. “Can you go ahead to tell me what exactly the problem is? I honestly do not like this suspense.” I said, trying to be calm as ever. “Uhmmm, there was a mistake in the insemination procedure, and…” Dr Brown struggled to say as if his words got choked up in his throat. "And what? I rubbed my temple, already frustrated by this drama. “The sperm injected into you belongs to, I mean to say, the child you're carrying is not your husband's, it belongs to Mr. Ethan Williams, the future heir to the Williams … “What!!! What are you saying!" I couldn't believe my ears. “I'm so sorry ma'am, the sperm was mistakenly swapped with that of your husband's sperm, I can't seem to explain how this happened” "I know this is going to cause a lot of damage to my name, and I'm ready to take up for the consequences." Dr Brown confessed, his gaze made me feel unsettling, but what has he done now, how do I erase this mistake. I want this child too. Looking at Dr, Brown, one could tell he was still a young doctor, who had barely had up to two years of experience. He could lose his license or even go to jail at this very young age for this terrible mistake. Jeez! That is going to be bad. Wait, did he say Ethan Williams?I'm carrying his child? “See that it's perfect, I do not tolerate mistakes” his words rang through my head, that very day he visited the coffee house. This is bad, Ethan Williams is a very dangerous person. “Do you have any idea who Mr Ethan Williams is, and how bad this situation is Dr. Brown? I asked, furrowing my brows at him. "Yes, I do know ma'am, even more than you do. He doesn't tolerate mistakes, he always sees to it that everything that he does is perfect , and I just have to take it in and face the consequences.” he said, bowing down his face in shame. “You must be very disappointed in me, in this clinic as a whole, this is a very terrible mistake, nothing like this has ever happened.” I watched him blame himself, as he cursed under his breath. “Mom, will be very disappointed in me too” he murmured, but I could hear his words clearly. “Mmmm, sorry I didn't mean to say that in front of you, it's nothing.” He said, fixing his gaze to the window. “You can tell me," I said, giving him a go ahead look. He hesitated for a while before speaking up. "My dad never cared about my mum. My mom caught dad cheating with another woman when she came back from the grocery store. My dad was no longer interested in her, and made her sign a divorce agreement.” “My mom didn't realize she was pregnant then, because my mum was married to my dad for five years without a child, which made him take the advantage of being unfaithful.” “It has always been my mom who has catered for me, and trained me during my years in college. It has always been my dream to become an Obstetrician Gynecologist. But now, the rest of my life will be spent in jail.” “I wish I could take back the hands of time to correct this horrible mistake” he covered his face with his palm, and began to sob. I felt a pang of compassion for him, and it resonated deeply within me. “That’s Alright, Dr. Brown. So who then is carrying my husband's child, that should be the surrogate mother right? I asked, getting irritated by the word ‘husband’. "Uhmm, that, the sperm’s count was way too low, and couldn’t even impregnate the surrogate. He confessed, and I gasped. So that means my foster sister is not pregnant for Liam?—Sophia’s POVThe beeping had gotten inside my head. I couldn’t tell anymore if it was real or just the sound of my blood in my ears. Every second. Every beat. Reminding me he was still here. Or warning me he might not be.Ethan was slumped forward again, forehead pressed to the bed rail, his hand covering Irene’s tiny hand. His back rose and fell in sharp jerks. I don’t think he was asleep. I don’t think he even remembered how.I sat on the edge of the bed, numb from holding myself up. My spine ached. My eyes burned like sand. But I couldn’t close them. Not when Irene’s chest rose so unevenly.He stirred again. Not much. Just a twitch of fingers, a shiver in his lashes.“Baby?” My voice cracked. I leaned down.“…Mom.”The word was hoarse, broken. But it was there. His lips moved again, slow, like he had to fight for every syllable.“…cold.”I swallowed hard, grabbing the blanket higher around him, tucking it under his chin. My fingers rubbed his arms, his chest, trying to press m
—Sophia’s POVThe night folded into morning without permission. I didn’t even know when the sky shifted. The blinds bled gray light across the room, cutting sharp lines over Irene’s body, over Ethan’s shadowed face. Everything felt wrong. Too quiet. Too loud. My heart beat like it was trying to make up for his.Ethan hadn’t moved from the chair again. His hands were locked together, pressed against his mouth like prayer or punishment, I couldn’t tell which. His eyes stayed glued to Irene’s chest, rising, falling. Rising. Falling. Every breath sounded like gravel through water.Irene stirred, his lashes twitching, a soft sound scratching out of his throat. I leaned close, my body trembling from sitting in the same position for hours. “Baby?”His lips shaped something. I bent lower, ear pressed near his mouth.“…tired.”Just that. One word. Fragile.My chest collapsed. I kissed his hairline, his temple, his cheek. “I know. I know, sweetheart. You rest. We’re here.”Ethan shot forwar
—Sophia’s POVThe morning after his whisper didn’t feel like morning. It felt like someone had dragged the night across the floor and left scraps of light on the walls. I sat in the chair, my neck stiff, my body shaking in waves I couldn’t stop.Irene’s hand was in mine. Still warm. Not strong. But warm.Ethan hadn’t moved in hours. He was folded forward in that hospital chair like his body was a question with no answer. His beard shadow was thick, his shirt wrinkled so bad it looked like he’d slept on the floor. He hadn’t. He hadn’t slept at all.Irene’s lips parted again. No sound. Just air.I leaned down, my hair falling around his face. “Baby? Say it again. I’m here.”He swallowed, his throat working hard. His lashes fluttered.“…Mom.”The word was softer than a breath, but it cracked something inside me wide open. I kissed his temple, his damp hair, my tears soaking him. “I’m here, baby. Always. Always here.”Ethan’s hand clamped on the rail like he was bracing himself against
—Sophia’s POVThe morning didn’t come so much as bleed in. Slow. Reluctant. Like it didn’t want to see us. Like even the sun couldn’t stand the weight in this room.The blinds leaked thin strips of light across Irene’s bed. Lines cutting across his face, pale and soft.His lips were parted, skin clammy but not gray. Still pink enough. Still alive enough.My hands hadn’t left him all night. One on his chest, counting, again and again. Rise. Fall. Proof. The other tangled with his fingers, though his grip was loose, almost nothing.Ethan was a wreck beside me. Head tipped against the rail, beard rough against his arm, his hand locked on Irene’s wrist like he was guarding a pulse that could vanish. His shirt was wrinkled, damp. I couldn’t tell if it was sweat or tears. Both. Probably both.The monitor beeped, steady. Not strong. Not weak. Just there. I hated that sound. I loved that sound. Every beat cut me open and stitched me back together in the same second.Irene stirred. Not muc
—Sophia’s POVThe first light hit his face soft. Pale gold through the blinds. Too gentle for what we’d been through. For what was happening in this room.I hated it.And I loved it.Because it showed me his skin was still warm.Irene’s lashes flickered. He didn’t open his eyes. Just small movements. Little reminders that there was still a fight in him, even if it was thin and fragile.Ethan hadn’t slept. I don’t think I had either. But he looked worse. His face gray, hollow, like he’d aged years in a night. His beard was patchy, uneven. His shirt clung to him like it had soaked up sweat and tears both.He leaned forward, elbows digging into his knees, both hands still locked around our son’s. His knuckles white, like if he loosened even a fraction, Irene would slip right out of the world.“You feel that?” Ethan’s voice cracked, almost too low to hear. He glanced at me, wild-eyed, whispering fast. “He’s warmer today. His hand’s warmer.”I reached across, slid my palm against Irene’
—Sophia’s POVThe word sat in the air like it didn’t belong to us.Love.Too fragile. Too heavy. Too much.My lips were still pressed against his hair. Ethan’s hands were still cupping his face like he was holding something that could vanish if he blinked.“…love you.”It replayed in my skull, looping, like I’d imagined it. Like maybe exhaustion had spun sound out of silence. But no. Ethan had heard it too. His whole body was trembling, like the sound itself had torn him apart.I couldn’t stop crying. Couldn’t even breathe right.My chest was raw, my throat scratched open, but none of it mattered because my son had just said it. He remembered. He knew. He loved.Ethan kissed his temple again, over and over, desperate. Whispering fast into his skin. “We love you more. More than anything, champ. Don’t forget it. Don’t ever forget it.” His tears were everywhere, sliding down Irene’s face, down his cheeks, soaking the pillow.And Irene, God, he blinked. Slow. Heavy. But his gaze tilted