The CEO’ s second choice novel Chapter 50

　　Elena

　　I haven’t been feeling the best these last few weeks. A stomach bug has me in the grips of its wrath and I cannot cope. Sebastian has made an appointment for me to see our family doctor and I am currently sitting outside waiting for my turn to see her. It’s been almost 6 months since my Exeter enrollment, and I must say things are starting to look up. I am breezing through the assignments, and my professors all seem to have taken a shine to me. This is what surprised me most!

　　Sebastian doesn’t seem surprised at this. It is as if he sees my potential where I see nothing but faults, and I love him so much for that. After his parents’ passing, he has thrown himself into being the Dumont’s head and I barely even see him. I miss him, but we sort of have this thing between us where we would leave brief notes for the other when we know we won’t see each other for a while. It sets me at ease since he was the one who started it as well.

　　Our lives were slowly adjusting to being The Dumonts as Spencer and Mirabelle were, and I sort of forget that we are now the wealthiest couple in all of Europe when I’m out and about, then I see the paps and I am brought back down to reality. Remember when I used to say I hate duty? Well, I have had to adapt now and know I will have to quit uni soon enough because of it.

　　Sometimes the guilt of never having made peace with Mirabelle gets to me. I never gave her the grandchild she craved, and now I don’t think I ever will. Sebastian says his mother would have spoken to me in the following days, but now I would never know. She was like a mother to me, and I couldn’t even give her a stupid grandchild. Was I selfish in my decision, though? I don’t think I was.

　　“Mrs Dumont?” The nurse calls, and I stand up and nod. She gestures to follow her into the doctor’s office, and I do. Dr Grace sees me and smiles, “Elena, love. How are you?” She asks, and I take a deep breath to stop my nausea. “I think I have stomach flu or something. For the last two weeks or so I haven’t been able to keep anything down.” I tell her and she nods before checking my blood pressure and taking blood and urine samples. My vitals seemed fine, so she would run tests. “And it’s only been for the last few weeks that you’ve been feeling this way?” She asks me, and I nod. “The last two or so weeks, yes,” I reply and she nods, while a frown covers her brow. She looks at my file and the test she has conducted, then nods again, a smile on her face.

　　“Elena, you don’t have stomach flu of any kind. You’re pregnant, love.”

　　The moment she says these words, my entire world falls away and my heart comes to a standstill. Pregnant?! “But… how? How is that possible if I am on the pill?!” I exclaim, my voice going a higher pitch than usual, but Dr Grace only chuckles. “The pill is 99% effective, but there is the 1% that fall pregnant while on it. Other factors usually contribute to its inefficacy like stress and other medication taken while on the pill.” She explains and asks me to lie down on the hospital bed so she could conduct a 4D ultrasound.

　　She applies a gel to my abdomen before placing the transducer and moving it around. Then a smile spreads over her face. “I am not sure how you are not showing because from what I can see, you are at least 10 weeks along, Elena!” She exclaims as she moves the object along on my stomach and moves forward to turn dials on the machine.

　　That’s when I hear it; tiny thumps.