Let's wait for the results.
“Myla?” Mrs. Mehdi, says as soon as Myla opens her eyes.
“Mom,”
“We waited for you downstairs as you said, but you didn't come. When came up to check on you, you were fast asleep.”
“I'm so sorry, mom. I don't know when I fell asleep. I must've kept y'all waiting for so long.”
“It's ok, child. As far as this sickness is a good sign.”
Myla seats upright. “I'm not sick, mom. It's just—stress.”
“Here you go again. I've been home for a few hours now. And, just by seeing you today, there was something wrong. Your behavior? This? Common, tell me. What has been the signs of your—”
Her eyes fall on Myla's labs. “Gush, Myla! What are those on your tights?”
Myla follows her gaze to her tights, and her mouth agape at the red spots on them.
“I don't know. I've never had that, there.”
Mrs. Mehdi, looks at her. “You've had it before?”
“Yeah, on my face. But, I noticed it came out of recent on occasions, when I eat Jam?”
Mrs. Mehdi, thinks deep for a while. “Jam was one of Jamal's allergy.”
“Really? Strange. I'm not allergic to anything. I've never been allergic in my life.”
“Wait a minute... What else do you find yourself having this symptoms?”
“So far, my coconut oil, Jam and green beans. But, I'm not very sure. I've been sticking with a lot of vegetables, and mayonnaise—”
“Yes! Mayonnaise, coconut, Jam, Green beans, Cheese, curry, vinegar, and two more others, I've forgotten their names. All these were Jamal's allergies! If you are having them,”
“Means you're pregnant.”
Myla settles in silence, while her mom grins widely.
“You said if yourself. This isn't a coincidence. There's a little creature inside of you, and that's why you have been worked up, arrogant, nagging and most of all stressed.”
“Mom, it's going to be a miracle if I'm pregnant. It's not possible, because I lastly had unprotected sex with him two weeks ago. And, as for the symptoms, I've had them before that day. Besides, I'm on my period.”
Mrs. Mehdi's brows knit. “You are what?”
“I'm bleeding. But the thing is, it doesn't flow like it used to. It just stains me.”
“And, you're sure it's on your menstrual calendar?”
“No, it's not. I've had imbalances for some time in the days back, and even recently. It's not regular always. So, I'm guessing this is one of it.”
“Have you met a doctor before?”
“Yeah, Jamal and I did. He explained everything to me, and to him, too. It's normal as it varies for different woman. So, don't worry, mom. I'm alright.”
Mrs. Mehdi, sighs. “You still need to see your doctor. I'll tell Jamal to call him for us, or I'd do it myself.”
“Mom, you don't have to. It's normal. We just need to wait for sometime to confirm.”
“It's not normal, Myla. Maybe your period does that in while, but here, is something different. You're pregnant. I can see it in your every action, because I've been there before. Look at yourself in the mirror, I'm sure you must've noticed the changes in you, more than anyone. Don't deny it.”
Myla still refuses to believe as she sighs and looks at her nails.
“Give me your phone. I'm going to dial your doctor's number.”
She quits trying to prove herself right and does as her Mother-in-law asks.
While her mother goes through her contact, she can't help but be scared that her words are true.
“Oh, Myla. Believe me, I know something wrong. We can't ignore this, and wait. What if the baby's life is in dangerous.”
Myla sucks in a deep breath and her mom stands from the bed to make the call.
Jamal meets his mom at the door when he walks into the room. He looks in-between both of them.
“Hey,”
Myla gives him a soft smile, trying to control her hormones from making her scream.
This instance already is a traumatic one for her to bear. What if she's really pregnant?
“No, I can't be...”
Jamal rest next to her. “You can't be what?”
She shakes her head, looking away from his gaze.
“You can talk to me, honey. Why's mom speaking with your doctor?”
“She—she thinks I'm sick.”
“Hopefully, I'm not the only one seeing it. I know my wife to well to get confronted.” he lets out, robing her hair, and cheeks.
She closes her eyes to feel his touch.
“It's done. He's on his way.” his mom says, after returning to her, and she opens her eyes.
“What was she doing?” he questions his mom.
“Sleeping,” the woman gives Myla a sympathetic expression.
“I knew it. She always does this.”
“I see... And, what about her diet? Did you notice a change?”
“Mom, please stop asking him questions as if I'm not here. If you want to ask me anything, just ask me instead. Jamal, I think you should leave us alone, while the doctor is on his way.”
Jamal squints his eyes towards his wife, and his mom.
“Ok. If you insist. Let me let the woman talk to themselves. I just hope this isn't a gossip about me.”
Myla rolls her eyes, and he pecks her lips before walking away.
“Why did you do that? You scared he's going find out?”
“Let's not conclude there's a baby in me. The only reason I drove him away is so that he doesn't have high hopes, if at all it slips your mouth that I'm pregnant, when you haven't made a test, yet.”
“Myla, you're only saying this because you are scared of being a mom, and feeling this little baby will ruin your career.”
“I hate the fact that, you're so sure about this. I'm not pregnant. I've told you there's no way I can be.”
“Okay, I'm not going to talk about it, again. The doctor will arrive soon, and tell us if my instincts are false or not after carrying out a test. I am 100% certain, I'd be a grandma. I just hope the baby is in good health.”
...
A few moments later.
Patricia, walks into Myla's room. “Doctor Kay is here.”
She asks, “Is everything ok?”
Myla nods. The doctor walks in with Jamal next him, and Mrs. Mehdi, greets,
“Welcome, Dr. Kay.”
“Thank you. I came as soon as possible.”
“We appreciate.” She response.
“So you said, what's wrong with her?” he asks
Myla looks at Jamal, then at his mom.
Mrs. Mehdi whispers to the doctor, and Jamal cringes his eyebrows.
The doctor nods. “Oh. I need to talk to the couple, first.”
Myla sighs, and Jamal settles next to his wife.
The doctor talks to them for some time, then concludes,
“Ok. I'm going to test your wife, if she's pregnant. Then, we'll know what to do next.”
Jamal freezes after hearing that, and looks at his wife who is avoiding his gaze, because she's angry.
This is like a breakthrough for him, that the doctor suspect signs of pregnancy. He can't wait for the results.
The doctor carries quick test, while everyone waits nervously for a response.
Jamal holds his wife's hand, and squeezes it gently.
She looks at him, and he smiles faintly.
“I can't be pregnant, right?”
“You can't expect me answer that. You know, I've always wanted to have a baby with you.”
“Are you serious, right now? What happens to my career?”
“Don't tell me you still want to go to that movie house.”
“I didn't say that. I have other things to handle. I have to travel, remember? I won't be able to go if I'm pregnant.”
“But, that can wait.”
Myla takes her hands off his. “Really?”
Mrs. Mehdi and Patricia turn their gazes to the couple.
“I know you're just scared. You don't have to give excuses of your TV shows.”
“At least you know that. And, how is it even possible I get pregnant? It's been two weeks now. I wasn't even fertile on that day.”
Jamal moves his eyes around, feeling uncomfortable. “Let's wait for the results.”
Her brows plead as she stares at his countenance.
“Jamal...what did you do?”
He looks down at her, and the doctor comes back with an expressionless face.
To be continued...