The result

Another week passed since Mila started working with Montclair Winery. She tried her best to stay out of sight and not cause trouble for anyone. And so far, it worked. She would learn only what Carlos told her and also avoid any members of the Montclair family. And everything was moving just fine, except this very morning.

"Mm," Mila moaned as she threw up into the toilet. She held the wall tightly, keeping her body up. It was a new day, and she was supposed to start her first desk job. She had finished her training faster and was to resume in the main office.

Mila raised her face and staggered to the sink to wash it.

"Are you okay in there?" she heard Ashley ask from outside.

Mila had decided to stay with Ashley for a month until she was stable enough to move to her new apartment.

"Yes, I think it's the pancakes or something," Mila replied, rubbing her chest again. She wiped the water off her face and checked her uniform in the mirror one more time before stepping out.

"Are you sure you're good, darling?" Ashley asked, going to touch Mila's face. "You look like a drained watermelon."

Mila touched her face and sighed. "I shouldn't have had breakfast; it makes me sick."

Ashley narrowed her eyes, then nodded. "Just sit. I'll touch your face with some powder," she said, pointing at the bed.

Mila sat down and placed her hands on her lap while she waited for Ashley to get her makeup done, but the moment the powder was opened, Mila held her hand over her mouth and ran back to the toilet.

"What the—" Ashley raised her brows. "Are you sure it's the pancakes?"

Mila nodded as she threw up, then she moved away from the toilet and washed her face again.

"I think my body is reacting sensitively. It might be my period," she muttered, turning the tap on.

Ashley chewed her lips. She remembered Mila asking for a sanitary pad a few weeks back. And now, on the vanity table, was the same sanitary pad, unused.

"Girl, I have a bad feeling about this. Maybe you should go to the hospital."

Mila stepped out, wiping the corner of her mouth with her hand. "What? A hospital because of indigestion? No way."

"It's always the indigestion," Ashley sighed, staring at the blonde girl. "Look, you told me you've been sleeping during working hours, right? And now you're throwing up. I think you should really check yourself."

Mila brought her hands down to her side. "I've been sleeping because of stress, and also I'm coping with my heartbreak. I haven't stayed a day without talking to Ken- I mean my boyfriend. That's all," she replied, going to gather her things.

"And you and I know I have no money to spend at a hospital."

Ashley nodded, going to hold her. "That's why you're lucky. The company you work for? They have insurance for all workers- health insurance specifically. Go to BK hospital with your card, and they'll attend to you."

"Look, Ashley, I'm glad you're looking out for me, but I'm sure I'm okay. I know my body," Mila said, touching her chest. "I'll get indigestion medicine on my way. Thank you," she smiled, rubbing Ashley's shoulder before leaving the room.

Ashley dropped her shoulder when the girl left. "I have a bad feeling about this," she said in a low voice.

Mila held her bag close to her chest as she boarded a bus going to work. She scoffed, thinking about how she needed to go to a hospital just because she had indigestion. Ashley really reminded her of her older sister; they always worried for nothing.

Getting to the office, Mila was about to step in when she felt a wave of dizziness push her to the side. She rubbed her eyes.

"What happened?" She took another step and felt the same thing. Mila gripped her bag tightly. She turned to the nearest person around her.

"Please, where is BK hospital?" Mila asked. Maybe Ashley was right. She needed urgent attention before she caused trouble at work.

"Take a taxi; it's not far from here," the young woman replied, then continued on her way.

Mila bit her lips. She didn't want to spend money on a taxi. It wasn't a luxury she could afford. She took out a bottle of water from her bag and gulped it down, yet the burning sensation in her chest didn't stop.

"I can't cause trouble today," Mila said, taking a step back and flagging down a taxi. In the next three minutes, she was in front of a tall glass building. As Mila paid her cab fare, she regretted not just walking down since the place was so close.

At the reception, she showed her card and was given a seat to wait, just like others. Mila waited patiently for an hour before she was called to meet the doctor. Mila followed the nurse until they got to a small room where her blood and urine were taken. Then, she returned to the waiting room for her result.

Minutes passed, and Mila became impatient. She assumed that the test result showed indigestion and the nurse had called her employer to complain. This was exactly what she didn't want- causing drama.

"Miss Milena Dennis?" The nurse returned with a brown file.

Mila raised her hand, jumping up from her seat. "Me!" She ran to meet the nurse. "It's indigestion, right?"

"Er..." the nurse stammered. "Doctor Roman asked to meet with you," she said, pointing at a door.

Mila's heart skipped a beat. Why? What for? Did something happen? Was she going to need a heart transplant? Of course, she was! Ken broke her heart, and she wasn't healing. It was her heart all along! Mila wanted to cry; she was panicking. She never thought heartbreak would lead to heart disease. If she did, she would have begged Ken until he accepted her. Now look at her situation.

"Miss Milena Dennis?" The nurse snapped Mila out of her thoughts.

Mila nodded and slowly walked toward the door. When she got there, she knocked twice and heard a deep male voice say:

"Come in."

Mila breathed in deeply, then out. She opened the door and peeked before stepping inside. She saw a tall man with black hair and a white coat standing close to the window. When he turned, she saw his dark brown eyes sparkle with a smile.

"Hello, Miss Milena. We finally meet," he greeted.

Finally? Mila asked herself. She swore she had never seen this man before.

"I am Doctor Roman Beckfrist of General Medicine," he said, stretching his hand forward.

Mila wiped her sweaty hands on her skirt before shaking him. "I'm Milena Dennis."

"I know you," Roman smiled, gesturing for her to sit down.

Mila blinked. "Know me?" She pointed at her chest.

"It's a shame you don't recognize me," Roman chuckled. "Rainy day? Outside with Stephanie? Does it ring a bell?"

Mila gasped. "Oh, the new catch- you're a doctor?"

"New catch-I like that." Roman smiled, noticing how relaxed the girl had become. He pushed a cookie forward. "Yes, I'm the new catch and a doctor too."

Mila bit her lips. "Sorry, I—" She blushed and turned away.

"It's okay. I'm good," Roman smiled, then raised a brown file. "Your result was supposed to be announced by the OB-GYN, but since I know you, I decided to tell you personally."

She nodded with a shy smile. "A-nd who is OB-GYN?" she asked innocently.

Roman was shocked at first, but he didn't let it show. "Um...you know, obstetrics and gynecology," Roman hummed. "Like doctors that take care of women's health, especially pregnant women."

Mila opened her mouth and nodded. It was a fancy name, but okay. "So...why? Why are they announcing my result? Is anyone pregnant?"

Roman hummed. "Um...actually, Miss Milena, you're two weeks pregnant."