Not A Day D****e

Myra's P.O.V

During lunch break, I decided to make a stop at the hospital. I had gone there the previous day to have a test done, and the results were probably ready by now.

I'd been experiencing severe pelvic pain for the past two days, and it had only gotten worse yesterday. I had no idea what was wrong with me.

At first, I assumed it was probably due to my acute hormonal imbalance, but I couldn't be certain.

My doctor had insisted that I get some tests done before they could determine the cause and prescribe any treatment.

Yesterday hadn't been limited to a hospital visit either. I'd also stopped by the impound compound and managed to get my car back.

I tapped my heels lightly against the floor as the elevator descended toward the parking garage. When the doors slid open, I stepped into the dimly lit space and made my way toward my car.

I pressed the button on my key fob, and the locks on my red Ferrari Roma clicked open. I slipped into the driver's seat, running my hands over the steering wheel as a small smile touched my lips.

God, I'd missed this baby. I started the engine and drove out of the garage, heading toward the hospital.

The drive would take roughly ten minutes, which meant I had about ten minutes to get there, another ten to get back, and maybe five or seven minutes to grab something for lunch before I had to return to work. It wasn't much time, but hopefully, the appointment wouldn't take long.

When I arrived at the hospital, I made my way to my regular doctor's office, since he was expecting me. The hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic, and my heels clicked against the polished floor as I walked, each step a little too loud in my own ears.

Dr. Kevin was going through a stack of documents when I entered, but he immediately looked up and stood when he saw me.

"Myra." He glanced at his watch, then set his pen down. "Oh, I almost forgot I was supposed to see you today. Please, have a seat."

"Thank you, Dr. Kevin." I took the seat across from his desk, smoothing my skirt beneath me out of habit more than necessity.

"I'll go get your results from the lab. Give me a second," he said, and walked out of the office.

I sat there waiting, lightly tapping my fingers against the armrest. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, and somewhere down the hall a cart rattled past. I was certain the results wouldn't show anything unusual.

The pain was probably just another effect of my hormonal imbalance. Once Dr. Kevin figured out what was wrong, I'd get whatever treatment I needed and be on my way.

He returned a few minutes later with a file in his hand. He walked over and handed it to me, but I noticed the unusual seriousness in his expression, the way his mouth pressed into a thin, careful line.

"What did the results say?" I asked, slowly opening the file.

"The results came back positive, Myra."

I paused, my fingers going still against the paper.

"Positive for what?" I asked, looking up at him.

"You're pregnant."

For a moment, I simply stared at him, brows furrowing.

"What?"

"You're pregnant, Myra," he repeated, gentler this time, as though the softness in his voice could cushion the words.

My eyes widened, and I shook my head in disbelief.

"How is that possible?" I whispered. "I can't be pregnant."

I quickly lowered my gaze to the results, scanning the page myself as though I might find something that proved he was wrong.

But the result was right there in black and white. There was no way I could be pregnant.

"This is impossible. I was told it would be almost impossible for me to conceive. You told me that my chances were ten to zero out of a hundred percent." I raised the paper in my hand, my grip tightening until the edges crumpled slightly. "This has to be a mistake."

Dr. Kevin sighed, adjusting his glasses.

"Normally, given your history, we wouldn't expect this, but the blood tests are definitive. You're roughly eight days along," he explained.

I still held the test paper in my hands, as though it would suddenly vanish and this would all turn out to be some crazy daydream I was having. But I knew it wasn't. This was very much real.

My hands slowly dropped to my stomach. I was carrying a living baby inside me, something I had desperately craved for more than six years. Yet I didn't know how to feel about this pregnancy, especially since I knew exactly who the father was.

Jade certainly wouldn't want this baby. I mean, who would? Who would willingly take responsibility for a pregnancy that came from a one-night stand with a divorced woman?

"I understand that with your recent separation from your husband, things might be difficult for you, Myra. But if you need advice on what to do with the pregnancy, I can recommend some options," Dr. Kevin said gently, folding his hands on the desk.

"It's fine," I replied quickly. "Thank you, Dr. Kevin."

I stood from my seat, clutching the test results in my hand, my knuckles pale against the paper.

"Will you inform Vincent about this?" he asked.

I slowly shook my head. "No."

I didn't bother explaining that the baby wasn't Vincent's. He didn't need to know that.

I thanked him once more before leaving the office, my footsteps quicker now, as if I could outwalk the thoughts crowding my mind.

The moment I got into my car, I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. My chest rose and fell in slow, uneven breaths, and my hand found its way back to my stomach.

Talk about bad timing.

This was absolutely the worst time for me to get pregnant.

I was conflicted about whether to keep this pregnancy to myself or tell Jade about it. He at least deserved to know, considering he was responsible for it.

But I was stuck at a crossroads, completely unsure which path to take.