Camila's POV
A Few Weeks Later
"Hey, not so fast, you need to relax."
The voice was calm yet authoritative. I blinked, my vision still slightly hazy as I turned to see a young man in a white coat. The faint scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and it didn't take much to realize I was in a hospital.
"How are you feeling, Camila?" the man asked, his warm smile doing little to calm my nerves.
I licked my dry lips, my mind still catching up. "I… I'm fine, doctor. But how did I get here?"
"Your boss brought you here, but she had to leave to tend to some urgent matters. She promised to return, though," he answered, as if reading my mind.
"By the way, I'm Doctor Thomas, and Camila, I have some questions for you."
"What is it, doctor?"
"Have you noticed anything strange lately?" he asked. I shook my head. "Why, Doc? Is something wrong with me?" I panicked.
"No, dear, except for the fact that you need to take better care of yourself and your health. If you do, you won't experience things like this. I've also got some other news for you, but I'll just grab the reports and be back soon."
"Okay, Doc," I replied, watching as he left.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. Anxiety gnawed at me as I waited for the doctor to return.
When Dr. Thomas entered the room again, he held a file in his hands. Sitting across from me, he looked at me and spoke softly.
"Camila, I have the results of your tests, and I have something important to share with you," Dr. Thomas began. "Based on the results, I'm pleased to inform you that you are pregnant."
"What!?" I half-yelled, my voice laced with disbelief.
A mixture of shock and confusion washed over me. My mind raced as I tried to process the magnitude of the news. Thoughts of my recent romantic encounters, particularly that passionate night with Henry, flooded my consciousness.
"I'm pregnant?" I managed to utter, my voice barely above a whisper. The room seemed to spin as a whirlwind of emotions swept through me.
Dr. Thomas nodded, his gaze filled with understanding. "Yes, Camila. Congratulations, you're going to be a mother."
The words hit me like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, I remembered I had missed my monthly flow. But between work and drowning in my pain, I hadn't given it much thought.
"This can't happen. This can't be," I muttered, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.
"Camila? What's wrong?" Dr. Thomas asked, concerned in his voice.
"Are you sure about this, Doc? I can't be pregnant. This can't be true."
"Oh, Camila, here are the results." He handed the paper to me.
I snatched the report from him and hurriedly opened it, my hands shaking. When I saw the positive sign for myself, my heart shattered.
"N-no, this can't be. Doctor, I can't be pregnant, I just can't." I cried out, shaking my head.
"Isn't this supposed to be good news? I mean, you're having a baby, Camila. You should be happy."
"You have no idea what this means, Doctor!" I screamed through my tears.
"I thought I was infertile... I thought I couldn't conceive. My fiancé cheated on me because he believed I couldn't give him children. And now, here I am, holding a positive pregnancy test."
Dr. Thomas' face softened. "Camila, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you had been through so much."
I let out a bitter chuckle. "You don't understand, Doctor. I did a premarital checkup, and it indicated that I was infertile... So how did this happen?"
"Uh… you see, those reports only suggest a possibility of infertility. Since you're pregnant, Camila, it's evident that the issue may have been with your partner's sperm quality."
My eyes widened. "You mean, Matthew was the infertile one?"
"It's possible," Dr. Thomas said gently. "Infertility reports can go either way. There's always a 50-50 chance. I'm sorry you were misinformed."
I was speechless. My whole world had just been turned upside down.
I decided to leave the doctor's office and head home. I needed time to process everything I had just learned. As I walked out, I pulled out my phone and called my best friend, Nancy. She answered on the second ring.
"Hey, Nancy. I just got some shocking news, and I need to talk to you. Are you at home?" I asked.
"Hey, Camila! Yeah, I'm home. What's going on? You sound upset."
I took a deep breath. "I'll tell you when I get there."
"Alright... I'll be waiting," she said, her voice tinged with curiosity as I ended the call.
I hailed a cab and headed straight to her house.
"Hey, Camila. Come in," she greeted me with a look of concern. "What's going on? You seemed pretty worried on the phone. Are you alright?"
I sat down and took a deep breath before speaking. "Nancy, I'm pregnant."
Her eyes widened in shock and excitement. "That's amazing news, Camila! I'm so happy for you!" She hugged me but soon realized I wasn't smiling.
"But... something seems off. Why aren't you happy?" she asked, her excitement fading into worry.
"That's the thing, Nancy. I am happy, but I'm also confused. I just found out that Matthew is infertile."
Nancy's brows furrowed in confusion. "Wait... I'm lost. If Matthew is infertile, then how did you get pregnant?"
I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. "That's what I'm saying, Nancy. I thought I was the problem.
I thought the reason Matthew cheated on me was that I couldn't give him a child. But now, finding out that I wasn't the problem... That it was him all along... It's all so... I don't know..."
"Confusing? Overwhelming? Frustrating?" Nancy offered.
I nodded. "All of that and more. My whole understanding of what happened with Matthew is being turned on its head."
"So... are you going to tell him that you're pregnant?" Nancy asked, holding my hand.
I looked at her, my heart racing. "I don't think Matthew is the father."
Nancy's mouth parted in shock. "Wait... If Matthew isn't the father, then who is?"
I hesitated, then finally whispered, "Henry."
Nancy's eyes widened even more. "Who the hell is Henry?!"