i'm sorry it took a while to post again. i've been busy with exams.
Even after what the doctor have told me, i couldn't stop thinking about the child. Sometimes, I would be in my room thinking. Whenever anyone came to check on me, I would pretend like I was sleeping. When they leave, I would continue thinking again.
Philips was doing his best in taking care of me. Sarah too was always there for me and even Andrew came every morning and night to check on me.
After that night with Andrew, we had to pretend like everything was okay between us. He never talked to me about his feelings and I pretended to forget about mine.
One day, Philips parents came and pay us a visit. They were a lovely couple and I found myself liking them the first time they came to visit. Philips father was very funny and playful while his wife was a very quite person and smiles always. Philips parents reminded me of my parents and before I knew it, Mrs Christina Alvin and I became good friends. I do call her sometimes.
I was happy to have everyone's love and affection. Philips even talked to me about us getting engaged but I told him to wait until after I have birth. We had an arguement between us but he later agreed with me and we both came to the conclusion that we would be getting engaged after delivery. I was very happy that I never saw or heard about Uncle Richard even though I used to think about the child being his sometimes.
During the months that followed, I grew rapidly. My tummy continued to expand with every passing day. I ate almost every minute and continued to add more weight. I slept most of the time during the day but stay awake at night. All the provisions I needed was always there for me, including love.
One morning, when I was now seven months old, I was leaving my room and going to the kitchen to eat. Even though I had just finished the food that Sarah brought for me this morning, I was still hungry. As I made my way down the corridor, I smiled when I felt the baby moving inside me. I had felt it two days ago when I was dressing after a hot bath. I screamed when I felt a sharp pain in my tummy above my vagina. In the blink of an eye, Sarah, Philips and Andrew were right in my room.
"What happened?" Sarah glared at me, a frightened expression on her face. Philips and Andrew gazed in awe.
"I'm fine. It's just...the baby kicked me and I felt the pain. It's okay now."
"Are you sure you are going to be okay?" Andrew insisted.
"Of course, I will be fine." I sat down slowly.
"You need to stay in bed." Sarah said, taking each steps towards me. She sat beside me and placed her hand on my forehead. "Get into bed." She commanded, tucking me into bed and pulling the quilt over my shoulder. She got up. "We'll check on you later." She went towards the door. When she saw that Philips and Andrew hadn't made a move, she turned to face them. "It's okay guys. What happened to her is normal. All she needs is some rest and she will be fine again. Come on, let's get out of here."
That day was the first time I felt it. As I made my way through the corridor, I brought my hand upward and placed it on my stomach.
"Hello there. Can you hear me, sweetie? Mommy really wants the best for you." I whispered softly. As I was about to step into the sitting room, I heard the slamming of a door behind me. I twirled around suddenly, my heart pounding very fast I thought I would faint.
The first expression that first came into my mind before I twirled around was seeing Uncle Richard, but before me was Sarah. She was holding her throat and running into the bathroom.
"Sarah." I shouted and ran after her. She was vomiting and gasping for air. "Oh my God." I whispered when I saw her. "Sarah, what's wrong?" I asked. She continue to vomit without looking my way. "Philips." I shouted, turning towards the door.
"He's not at home. He has gone to work." Sarah whispered.
"I will go and call Andrew then."
"He had gone for the interview that he's being called to." Sarah said weakly. "I'm fine now." She opened the faucet and took water with her palm and used it to rinse her mouth. She rinsed her face and turned to face me. "I'm okay now." She smiled weakly. Her face looked very pale and her eyes were red.
"No." I shook my head. "You don't look okay. What is wrong with you?"
"You shouldn't be worried about me, not in your condition."
"I need to be worried, Sarah." I interrupted. "You are not feeling fine and you are telling me not to be worried. Now tell me. Are you pregnant, Sarah?"
"What?" She looked shock but I could see the fear in her eyes. "What are you talking ab..."
"Talk to me Sarah. You are pregnant, aren't you?" I said seriously.
She looked down, sniffing on the tears that were escaping her lids. "I am Farah. I am pregnant." She said, looking up at me. "I'm so sorry."
"No! You shouldn't be." I said, blinking back the tears that were filling my eyes. "I'm not angry with you." I said, pulling her into an embrace.
"Please forgive me." She whispered hoarsely. "It wasn't my intention. I'm so sorry."
I pulled her away. "It's okay. I'm not angry with you. I mean it."
"Just forgive me." She insisted.
"I forgive you."
"Thank you." She sighed. "I need to go back to my room."
"Really? Is that it?" I was surprised. "We haven't even talked about your pregnancy."
"I don't intend to keep it."
"What?" I was shocked. "Why?"
"It doesn't have a father."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I mean the father of this pregnancy doesn't exist." She said seriously.
I frowned at her. "Are you telling me that you didn't sleep with a man before getting pregnant?"
"Of course I did."
"Then tell who the father is." I insisted.
"I...I can't." She looked so afraid.
"Why can't you tell me?"
"It's complicated."
"What is complicated about me knowing who the father of this pregnancy is?"
"I'm not having this child anyway, so there's no point in knowing."
"Why don't you want this child?" I asked, getting angry. "Why did you get pregnant in the first place when you knew that you wouldn't take care of it?"
"I've told you before, Farah. The father of this child doesn't exist."
"I don't want you to abort this pregnancy. You could die in the process and I don't want to lose you too. Please Sarah, don't do this to me." I said as my eyes filled with tears.
"I can't have this child Farah. You don't understand."
"If you don't love the father of..."
"I love him, and that is why I'm carrying this baby. I love him more than you can ever imagine."
"Then why do you want to abort this pregnancy? Does he not love you back?"
"He loves me too, but he has a responsibility."
"What responsibility?"
"Just leave me alone." She shouted and ran out of the bathroom and into her room. I hurried after her and went in with her. She started pacing about. I stood there, my arms folded on my chest as I glared at her.
"Sit down." She gestured for me to sit on the bed. Since my body was getting weak, I went and sat on it.
"You know I won't leave you alone until you tell me about this pregnancy. I want to know why you don't want to have this child." I looked up at her.
She came and bent in front of me, taking my hand into hers. She looked very unhappy and scared. She dragged in a deep breath before she continued.
"You still have no idea about who the father could be?"
I laughed. "How do you expect me to..." Then it came to me. "Sam?"
"No."
"Then who?" I asked, still smiling at her.
"Philips."
The smile vanished from my face.