Page 12 of Pregnant Bratva Bride

How could I raise a baby when I couldn’t even afford to pay my bills? How was I supposed to wake up one morning and become a mother when I never really had one?

“We can schedule an appointment for you if you want.”

I dragged my gaze to the doctor, his image was deformed from the tears clouding my vision. One thing was clear though: I couldn’t afford to make a rash decision. I needed space and time.

“No. I’ll think about it and let you know what I’ve decided.”

A slow, sad smile quirked his lips. He pitied me. I pitied myself and the poor baby in my stomach. “I think that’s a good idea, Ms. Cruz.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

My legs were shaky as I stood up, but I managed to muster my strength and walk out of the office.

“Giselle.”

I couldn’t hold my tears back when I heard Emma’s voice. I broke into a sob and collapsed to my knees.

Emma hurried to me and knelt in front of me. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

“Five weeks. I can’t become a mother, Em. I can’t.”

“Fuck.” Emma hauled me closer and placed my head in the crook of her neck as I cried.

Emma drove me to her place and fixed me lunch. I had a cup of hot chocolate and a chicken sandwich because I’d been craving something comforting.

I devoured my food because it was the only thing that distracted me from the fact that I was pregnant.

Emma must’ve noticed. She reached for my hand across the counter and gently squeezed it. “Giselle.” She called my name in a voice barely above a whisper. “Eating won’t take your problems away.”

I stilled and twisted my neck to her. “There’s nothing else I can do. You know I can’t have this baby. I’m a paycheck away from being homeless, and I don’t even know who the baby daddy is.”

“What options did the doctor give you?”

“He said I can opt for an abortion or have the baby and give it away.” My chest constricted. “I can’t give my baby away.”

“Are you considering an abortion instead?”

I placed my clean hand on my stomach. “My mother is dead. I don’t have a father, and Aaron is marrying someone else. This baby is all I have. I want to have the baby. I just don’t want it to go through the same struggles I did growing up.”

Emma contemplated for a moment. “The father, you said you met him in a club, right?”

I nodded.

“Unless he’s from a different city, he could visit the club again. Have you considered looking for him and telling him you’re pregnant?”

I stared at the half-eaten chicken sandwich in my hand. I’d lost my appetite, so I dropped it on the white ceramic plate in front of me. “I can’t do that. He’ll think I’m some gold-digging bitch who gets pregnant to trap men.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “If he was that scared of becoming a father, he should’ve worn a fucking condom. What did he expect having unprotected sex with a stranger? Biscuit?”

I inhaled a deep breath. “What do you think then? He’ll jump up and dance around that he got a stranger pregnant? Let’s be realistic Emma, even if I found the father, he wouldn’t be elated about it. What if he is married?”

“Really, Giselle? Did you sleep with a married man?”

“I’m not stupid. Yes, he was older. I guess he was in his early forties, but he wasn’t wearing a ring. If he’s married, then that’s on him, not me.”

“Good. So, you can at least demand that he pays child support. It’ll go a long way in ensuring you have enough to take care of the baby.” She placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “I know this is hard on you. I’ll be here for you no matter what decision you make.”

“Thank you.”

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