Pregnant by my ex dad

cells were recalibrating, my nervous system unwinding, and my muscles relaxing. The tension that

ack into its tranquil course. My heartbeat slowed, my breathing deepened, and my mind

on a summer day. My thoughts were no longer clouded by the emotional turmoil, and I

he storm to pass. And now, with the calm after the storm, I fel

enveloped me, usually a comforting smell. But today, it hit my senses like a ton of bric

was too late. My body had already reacted, my gut churning with a sudden wave of

cy. I barely made it to the toilet before my body expelled the conte

reeling with frustration. Why now? I thought, my head spinning. I had th

heard a gentle knock on the bathroom door. I groggily opened my

d apologetic. "I saw you rush into the bathroom and I tho

y breath. "No, no, I'm fine," I managed

ed sympathetically. "You are a doctor, Mirabel you shou

I instinctively clutched my stomach. The mere suggestion sent my

regnant? How could that be? I wasn't ready, I wasn't prepared. The thoug

h questions and doubts, my heart fluttering like a bird in my chest. I felt like my whole

sbelief. "It can't be. I'm not ready for this."

room, a small bag clutched in her hand. "Here, I got these for y

om her, my hands shaking like leaves. I didn't want to know, did

ng time bomb in my hand. I couldn't bear the thought of be

ith fears and doubts. What if I was? What if

like an eternity. I felt like I was standing on the

y heart sank, my world crashing down around me. The little

weight of my own fears. I slid down the wall, the

ppressed to a mere whisper, as if I was afraid to let the world hear my pain. I doubled over, my fists c

racking with sorrow. "Take it away. Tak

eeling with the weight of my predicament. I felt like I w

my voice barely audible. "Why

rrent of grief. I was a mother, yet I felt like a child, lost a

was only me, alone with my f