Chapter 23

It must have been the sadness of leaving Lucas but for the past four weeks. Ava had not been able to hold anything down her throat. Her problems ranged from lack of appetite to utter nausea and fatigue. Even the smell of d**** and sickness in the hospital was making her want to throw up her intestines. What was worst? The doctor has a cheerful look on his face and even though that was supposed to be a comfort. At least, I am not dying. She still found it disturbing.

“Your result is ready,” the doctor said as she adjusted into her seat. “You are eight weeks pregnant, Mrs. Liam.”

Ava’s mouth slackened as soon as she heard it. ‘What-what do you mean? I cannot be pregnant.”

“But you are,” the doctor said with a smile. Could he not see her unhappiness?

“You don’t get it, I do not want to be pregnant, I…” she trailed off then erected herself to her feet. “I will be leaving.”

Pregnant? She repeatedly hit her steering. Pregnant? It would have been good news if