Two Months Pregnant.

THREE MONTHS LATER...

"Aysel, my dear, please come downstairs for breakfast. Today is your college graduation, and yet here you are, still in bed, fast asleep. When will you start acting like a responsible adult?" A motherly voice complained. Her voice resonated in the peaceful home, where only a mother and daughter duo resided, creating a warm and loving atmosphere.

"Mom, please let me sleep a little longer. I promise I'll come down for breakfast in thirty minutes," Aysel's drowsy voice responded to her mother's complaining tone.

"That's what you said earlier, Aysel. You need to see the doctor. You've been feeling tired and sleepy for a few weeks now, and I'm concerned that you might be getting sick. Once you've had your breakfast, we'll go see Dr. Andrew for some tests and a check-up. You don't seem well to me." Camellia said, feeling concerned about her daughter's health.

"I'm not sick Mom, I am just tired due to the stress in college, and the exams we wrote were like hell but thank goodness your daughter read and passed the exams with flying colours. You should be proud Mom." Aysel explained as she walked down the stairs in Barbie girl pajamas and took a seat at the dining table, ready to dig in.

"Did I ever mention that I am not proud of you?" Camellia left the food she was dishing out onto the plates and playfully roughened Aysel's dark brown hair.

"I'm incredibly proud of you, dear. You've achieved what I could only dream of but never had the opportunity to accomplish in my lifetime," Camellia said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and nostalgia.

She briefly drifted into thoughts of her younger self, reminiscing about the eagerness she once had to attend college. However, due to financial constraints and family pressures, she ended up marrying a man she didn't love.

As Aysel's voice brought her back to reality, Camellia focused on the present moment.

"Mom, stop thinking about that. I might have not heard it but I know what you were thinking. I don't want to go around rushing you into the hospital as I did three months ago again." Aysel pouted her lips adorably as she complained.

Laughter left her mother's lips at the cute look Aysel had on her face at that moment. It made her remember when Aysel was younger. She had a

knack for causing headaches to Camellia even though she was the only child. She went about creating mischief and chaos but her cute little face made her appear as innocent as a lamb.

Camellia lovingly dished out the rice pudding she had prepared into Aysel's bowl.

It is an English dessert made with rice, milk, and sugar and often flavored with cinnamon or nutmeg.

It had a delicious taste to it which could make any mouth water but for some reason, Aysel was exempted from the list of mouths.

Once the aroma of the rice pudding wafted across Aysel's nostrils, her guts churned and the urge to throw up grew but she held it in.

She slowly picked up her spoon and started digging in but was not as thrilled as before to have breakfast because she was trying hard not to throw up into the dish her mother made with love.

She did not know why but the smell of the rice pudding irritated her, triggering the urge she had.

Camellia watched with a perplexed expression as Aysel reluctantly took a bite of the rice pudding.

Just as she was about to swallow, a screeching sound echoed in the sitting room as Aysel abruptly pushed her dining chair back and dashed upstairs into her bathroom.

Confusion clouded Camellia's face as she tried to make sense of Aysel's sudden reaction. Puzzled, she cautiously approached Aysel's untouched bowl of rice pudding and scooped a bit onto her spoon.

"There's nothing wrong with the rice pudding," Camellia murmured to herself, her confusion deepening. Determined to understand what had caused Aysel's reaction, she followed her daughter upstairs, making her way to the bathroom.

As Camellia made her way up to Aysel's room, the sound of rushing water reached her ears, emanating from the bathroom. However, when she tried to enter, she discovered that the door was locked from the inside, preventing her from gaining access.

Frustration crept across Camellia's face as she realized she was unable to enter the bathroom and check on Aysel. Concerned, she pondered on how to address the situation and ensure her daughter's well-being.

As the door swung open, Camellia's frustration got the better of her, and she paid little to no attention to whatever explanation Aysel might offer. She immediately launched into a rant.

"Aysel! What is the matter with you? I have been urging you to see a doctor, but you kept insisting you were just tired, not sick. But look at you now! You look unwell, Aysel. I won't entertain any more excuses. We are going to see Dr. Andrew right away!" Camellia declared, her temper flaring.

Aysel emitted a groan of complaint in response to Camellia's heated decision, but her words fell on deaf ears as Camellia remained resolute in her determination to seek medical attention for her daughter.

At The Hospital…

Inside the hospital room, Dr. Andrew sat behind a table, putting on a white lab coat as he attentively listened to Camellia's worried complaints about her daughter's illness. Seated next to her, Aysel wore a frown on her face, clearly uncomfortable with the situation at hand.

The room was filled with a sense of anticipation as Camellia anxiously awaited Dr. Andrew's diagnosis. She hoped that the doctor would provide answers and a solution to whatever was ailing her daughter.

Aysel, though apprehensive, tried to remain open to the doctor's expertise, hoping for something different from what was racing through her mind. Her heart was pounding hard behind her ribcage as she fondled the hem of her dress under the table nervously.

Dr. Andrew peered at Camellia through his large glasses, his gaze lingering for a few moments before shifting to the young lady seated beside her.

The room was charged with anticipation as both mother and daughter eagerly awaited the doctor's diagnosis. Dr. Andrew's expression suddenly brightened, and he wore a wide smile as he delivered his news.

"Mrs. Aysel Brown, congratulations! You are two months pregnant!"