Chapter 137 DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT

•  I was sitting here, and I was terribly nervous. Terrified to whatever outcome the result would had been. My palms are both clammy, and for no apparent reason I am still hoping that it could had been false alarm, although the symptoms are all obvious. The vomiting, the morning sickness I have gone through, most of all—the nausea and headache, and oftentimes the light feeling that I often experience. It made me afraid, what more was I was at lost on how I was going to tell it to my mother. It will drive her crazy—I know that for a fact, but what can I do? It happens, perhaps before, I could consider it as one drunk night, but today? As of now? I guess not. Somewhere here inside my chest, and as my guts told me, I do not regret anything at all.
• But I do guess Mom was wishing rather different.
• I hope it wasn’t what I think. I could tell by the look of it, that’s what he was trying to hope. Perhaps, even me she fears the worst, presumably assuming that if it is positive, the child wouldn’t had been to Santi. Oh for fuck sake! It wasn’t his, neither the fact that she wasn’t my first, but it was Zachary.