{MONTHS LATER}
“I have good and bad news; I’ll start with the good news.” The doctor said as he walked in.
I was at the hospital for my follow-up. I came with Clinton; I started to feel sick, so they brought me here in a ward for tests as my surgery was completely healed and they were wondering what could be wrong. I was lying on the bed with Clinton by my side; we were uneasy about what could possibly be the problem.
"Well, I don’t know if it’s really good news, but you’re two months pregnant.” The doctor said, and Clinton was quick to take me in his arms.
“Love,” he said, showering me with kisses, “this is the best news ever.” He was still showering my face with kisses before he put his hand on my belly. But I knew it was impossible; it must be a mistake because I had my tubes closed
