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As they leave, I am left alone in the room with my thoughts and my colleagues who are going over their own business. The reality of the situation is starting to set in, and I can't ignore it anymore. I am pregnant, and I don't know what to do.

I know I have to tell Dante that this pregnancy is from him, but I don't know how he will react. Will he be happy? Angry? Disappointed? I am scared to find out.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur. I try to focus on my work, but my mind keeps drifting to the pregnancy test and what it means for my future. I can't keep this a secret forever. As soon as my shift is over, I head home, my mind racing the entire way. I don't know how to approach the conversation with Dante, but I know I have to tell him it is actually his.

When I arrive home, Ashlee is there waiting for me. Ashlee is nothing but supportive and holds me closely. She listens as I explain everything that has happened right from how I met Dante at the bar in Greece up to that moment I sat before him saying nothing. Together, we decide that the best course of action is to tell Dante. We know it won't be easy, but it is the right thing to do.

As I lay in bed that night, my mind races with all of the possible outcomes. I can't stop asking myself how Dante will react. Will he be there for me and the baby, or will he run away from his responsibilities? Only time will tell, but one thing is for sure - my life is about to change in ways I never could have imagined.

Dante

I quickly get up from my seat as I see Ally pass by my office in a hurry. She does not see me but I am sure something looks off, and I am determined to find out what it is. I catch up with her in her office and try to ask her what is wrong, but she lies and says everything is okay. However, I know something is up. As I turn to leave, my eyes catch a glimpse of her phone on the table, and I see a text message from Ashlee, her sister, saying that Ally is pregnant. I can't believe it. How can this happen?

I ask Ally about it, and she hesitates, trying to think of what to say. My mind is racing, unable to understand how this could have happened. I am lost in thought when my assistant, Dr. Peters, walks in and starts giving me updates on the patients. I try my best to focus on what he is saying, but my mind is preoccupied with Ally's pregnancy.

As we walk towards my office, I am filled with a sense of dread washing over me. I know this will change everything between us, and I am not sure if I am ready for it. Dr. Peters continues to talk, but his words are nothing but background noise as I try to process the news. Once we get to my office, I sit down heavily in my chair and try to make sense of it all. The timeline seems reasonable since we had our first night together a few weeks ago in Greece. But is this pregnancy from me?

As I sit there, lost in thought, Dr. Peters continues to give me updates on the patients. I nod absently, not really listening, until he finally gets the hint that I am preoccupied and leaves the room.

I sit at my desk, staring at my computer screen, feeling overwhelmed with work. Just then, my phone rings and it is my brother Dylan. We talk about our father who has been ill recently with quick deterioration, so we discuss the measures we are taking to ensure he gets the best treatment possible. Dylan can hear the distress in my voice and asks how work is going. I try to brush it off and say it is fine, but he can tell that something is bothering me. He encourages me to take a day off in the week if I need to rest and not let work take a toll on me. I appreciate his words of encouragement and feel a sense of relief just talking to him. He then tells me to check my email and fill out a report he has sent to me.

I quickly turn on my computer and open my email. I find the report and begin to fill it out. The report is about a memo the family is sending to all our hospitals scattered around Virginia. It is important to ensure that everyone is on the same page and following the same protocol.

As I fill out the report, I can't stop myself from thinking about Ally and the news of her pregnancy. My mind is still reeling from the shock of it all. How can this have happened? I am so confused and unsure of what to do.

I round up what I am doing at work and head out to the residents office where I expect Ally to be, hoping to catch her before she leaves. But to my dismay, she's not there. I feel a sense of weakness and disappointment wash over me as I make my way back to my car. The weight of the day's events hangs heavily on my shoulders, and I can feel the exhaustion settling in. I drive home in a daze, my mind constantly returning to Ally and the strange sense of distance I feel between us. The last 72 hours have been too eventful for me to handle. As soon as I step into my living room, I head straight to the bar and pour myself a drink. I down it in one gulp and pour myself another, feeling the alcohol begin to numb the pain of the day.

I find myself standing in the middle of the living room, staring out at the pool outside. Without thinking, I begin to undress and head out to the pool. The water is cool and inviting, and I dive in headfirst, despite my drunkenness. As I sink deeper into the water, I feel myself becoming weightless, the world around me fading into a blur.

Suddenly, I feel a hand pulling me up and I'm gasping for air as Alfred drags me out of the pool. He looks at me with concern etched on his face and I can see the fear in his eyes. I feel ashamed for my recklessness and the burden I have placed on him.

As I lie on the ground, I can feel the exhaustion and the alcohol finally catching up to me. The last thing I remember is Alfred's concerned face looking down at me before I succumb to sleep.

Chapter eleven

Dante

Dante

Iwakeuptothe sound of sizzling in the kitchen, and I am still feeling light-headed from the previous night's drinking. I stumble my way to the living room, and there is my brother Farrell, cooking up a storm.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice still hoarse.

"Alfred called me last night," Farrell replies as he flips a pancake. "Told me about your little adventure in the pool."

I groan, rubbing my temples. "I'm sorry you had to come all the way here."

Farrell just laughs. "Don't worry about it. Besides, it's been a while since we've seen each other."

We sit down at the dining table, and I tell Farrell about Ally and the pregnancy. He listens attentively, nodding along as I speak.

"I don't know what to do," I admit, feeling lost.

Farrell takes a sip of his coffee before replying. "You need to confront her, man. You can't just ignore it and hope it goes away. You need to know the truth."

I know he's right, but the thought of confronting Ally scares me. Things have been going downhill between us recently. I take a bite of the pancake, trying to distract myself.

As we eat, Farrell starts telling me about his high school sweetheart, a girl named Samantha. She had gotten pregnant, but not by him. However, she had tried to pin the baby on Farrell, insisting that they had been intimate. It had been a messy situation, and Farrell had to prove his innocence. He never shared this with me before.

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