Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357

“What things?” I demanded.

“She is pregnant,” the doctor said. “About nine weeks along.”

I stared at her, the words not quite registering. “What?”

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“The bleeding was caused by the intensity of the sexual activity. It put significant strain on the cervix and caused some tearing, which led

to the hemorrhaging. Fortunately, the fetus is still viable. The heartbeat is strong.”

Pregnant.

The word echoed in my head, over and over.

“She didn’t miscarry?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“Non,” the doctor said. “But she is at high risk now. We will keep her overnight for observation, and I strongly recommend abstaining from

intercourse until she is past the first trimester.”

I nodded, barely hearing her.

Pregnant. Nine weeks.

I did the math in my head, my stomach twisting. Nine weeks ago, we’d been-

Fuck.

The doctor left, and I stood there, frozen.

She’s pregnant. With my baby.

At first, the realization hit me like a wave–something bright and overwhelming. Joy, maybe. Or triumph. She was carrying my child.

Mine.

But then, slowly, the feeling curdled into something else. Something darker.

She didn’t tell me.

Nine weeks. She’d known for how long? A month? Two? And she hadn’t said a fucking word. She’d let me touch her–let me fuck her–and

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she hadn’t told me.

Why?

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I thought back to the past few weeks, the way she’d been acting. The nausea. The exhaustion. The way she’d flinched every time I got too

close.

It all makes sense now.

But instead of making me feel better, it made me feel worse. Because if she’d known, if she’d been keeping this from me, then what else

was she hiding?

I started pacing again, my hands shaking.

Does she even want this baby?

The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. What if she’d been planning to get rid of it? What if tonight–what if the bleeding had been

her way of-

No.

I shook my head, trying to push the thought away. But it wouldn’t leave.

What if she doesn’t want it? What if she doesn’t want me?

And then, slowly, another thought crept in. One I hated myself for even thinking.

Does she even deserve to carry my child?

They wheeled her into a private room an hour later. She was still unconscious, her face pale, her body small and fragile under the thin

hospital blanket. I stood in the doorway, watching her.

The doctor had said the baby was fine. That it was still alive, still growing inside her.

But looking at Sophia now–at the way she lay there, so still, so broken–I couldn’t help but wonder.

What am I supposed to do with this?

I walked over to the bed, staring down at her. My eyes drifted to her stomach, still flat, still unchanged. But there was a life growing in

there. A life that was half mine.

My child.

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