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Could I survive that?
Could I ever have a child with the love of my life if I couldn’t?
I paced and paced and paced. Three minutes turned into what felt like an hour, and I got no closer to figuring out if I actually wanted a baby right now or not. There were a million reasons for, and a million reasons against. My head swam with all the options, debating pros and cons until I felt nearly dizzy.
By the time the timer went off, I’d nearly made myself sick with anxiety. I crossed to the bathroom on shaking legs. I discarded my soda on the counter. My world seemed to narrow to the back of the toilet where the slim white stick that would change my life sat.
Only three steps left. Two. One.
I picked up the test in one quivering hand. For a moment, I couldn’t read the results it shook so bad. Then, I steadied my hand with the other and it became clear.
“Oh, my god.”
*Olivia*
Somewhere between the adrenaline rushing through my veins and the weakness that hit me so suddenly my knees clacked together, I forgot to breathe.
I grasped the edge of the sink as my legs gave out from under me, and I hit the cold bathroom tiles.
I stared at the test clutched in my other hand, unable to believe my eyes as the positive sign stared back at me. At first, the sheer shock sent my whirling thoughts straight into denial. There was no way I could be….
I wasn’t….
But the damning evidence was right in front of me.
Slowly, shakily, I unlatched my hand from the sink, and like I was touching something precious, my hand covered my flat stomach. Somewhere within there… there was a life, a little flame growing inside of me… one with dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes just like their father.
I choked on a sob, tears pouring down my face like a waterfall as my heart thundered in my chest in a storm of emotions. I was scared for sure, I had no clue how to take care of a child or anything about pregnancy in general. There were too many unknowns. What if I accidentally hurt my little bean?
I paled as I realized I had drank alcohol not too long ago. Oh god, what if I ruined it already? What if I had killed the little life inside of me before I even knew they existed?
I clutched my stomach with both of my hands, dropping the pregnancy test to the floor. I bit my bottom lip, my mind filling up with anxiety and grief already. But a wave of calm settled over me and I took a shuddering breath.
My rational mind took over as it pushed my emotional hindbrain back into its corner. Gio and I had just gotten married. I was on birth control. Pregnancy tests weren’t one hundred percent reliable, just like birth control, especially store-bought ones.
It could be a false positive.
Oh.
Realization hit me like a truck going too fast in the opposite lane and crashing headfirst into my heart. There was no denying the sinking feeling settling under my skin, the one that caused my heart to skip a beat.
I stiffened, my heart dropping to the floor as I slid back and thumped my head against the bathroom sink. My legs stretched out before me, I glanced at the pregnancy test and flipped it over so it was face-down.
I stared blankly at the ceiling.
It could be a false positive.
So why did that make me so disappointed?
It took a few moments of tracing the tiles on the ceiling before I finally worked up the courage to take the next step. The best way of being sure was to go to the doctor, so that’s what I did.
I called my doctor’s office sitting on the floor of the bathroom, scheduling an appointment for a few hours from now so we could run the tests and determine for sure if I was pregnant or not. I was thankful that they were able to get me in. Sometimes it paid to be the wife of the Don.
I hesitated to call anyone else. Dahlia would be excited for me, happy to be an aunt, but… if it turned out I wasn’t, she’d make it her mission to make me and Gio have a niece or nephew for her.
I thought about Tallon or Alessandro, but neither of them would be good with any of this. Tallon would start panicking at just the thought of a baby, and Alessandro would start treating me like I was diseased or fragile like glass. He’d probably order the men to put me into a bubble for my own protection.
And Gio….
I didn’t know how Gio would react.
Would he be upset? Happy? Excited? Or angry? We never even talked about kids before, which was kinda an oversight seeing as we were now married. I was young and Gio… wasn’t.
But the thought of a little baby that looked just like him, with cute little dimples as it smiled and curly brown hair and blue eyes shining, gave me so much joy. Gio holding that little baby, kissing his forehead like he did to me, and beaming as he taught his son to walk–it all sounded wonderful.
A little girl that would wrap him around her finger, letting her sleep in his arms as he did his paperwork, teaching her how to order the men around as she toddled around the compound.
That future, that sweet, hopeful future–I wanted it.
I held my head in my hands, both anxious and full of excitement, my heart racing at both extremes as I realized I wanted a family with Gio.
Fuck.
I didn’t know how the next few hours passed, but they did, and soon enough, I found myself sitting in that tiny room inside of the doctor’s office without knowing how I got there. Someone must’ve driven me, but I was in such a dizzy state that I had no clue. It had to be Dom. I didn’t trust anyone else.
I kept laying my hands over my stomach, trying to see if I felt anything different but of course I didn’t. It would be way too early.
“Mrs. Valentino?” The doctor asked as she stepped into the room. I jumped a bit, still not used to that being my last name.
“Uh, yeah, I guess that’s me,” I smiled politely. “I’m not used to it since we just got married, but please, you can still call me Olivia.”
“Olivia,” Dr. Gallo smiled. “What brings you here today?”
“Actually, I missed my period, and I’m never late, like never,” I emphasized, meaningfully, “and I took a pregnancy test and it said it was positive, so I just… you know….”
“Wanted to be sure?” she finished with a smile.
“Yeah,” I nodded, relieved.
“Well, we can do a simple blood test to determine that. It’ll be very quick, a few minutes to come back,” Dr. Gallo said politely. “Is that something you want to do, or would you like to try a urine test? It’ll take longer, but some people prefer it over getting pricked.”
“The blood test is fine,” I told her hurriedly. I wanted results as quickly as possible.
“I’ll have a nurse take your blood, and I’ll be back to tell you the results as soon as I can, alright?” the doctor asked, and I nodded.
The office wasn’t very busy today, or maybe it was the influence Gio had because as soon as the doctor left, a nurse was rolling in with a vial and needle. It didn’t hurt too badly going in, but I turned a bit green as soon as I saw my blood pooling after she pulled it out.
She stuck on a bandage with a butterfly pattern and left it at that. I nervously played with my phone as I waited for the results, even tried out that stupid matching game that my phone came with.
Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long. Within twenty minutes, the doctor came back to give me the results. My already fragile heart, beaten and bruised from all the emotions I’d experienced today, could barely stand as she gave me the final verdict.
I walked out of the clinic feeling like I’d just been sentenced by a jury, unsure of how to feel or what to believe anymore. But now, now was the time I needed to talk to my husband.
As I settled into the car and drove back home, the phone rang in my ear before picking up with a soft, “Hey.”
