Chapter 46

… Emile pov…

As i lay in bed, I heard a gentle knock on my door. I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I was ready to face my mom after the things she had said earlier. But eventually, I mustered the strength to get up and open the door.

I held the handle of the door and paused for a moment, then i sighed and opened the door. she stood there outside the door, her eyes filled with remorse and regret. "I'm so sorry, Emile," she said, her voice trembling. "I was just so angry, I didn't know what I was saying."

I walked over to my bed and sat down, she followed closely behind.

"It's okay, mom," I said, trying to hold back my tears. "I understand." took my hand in hers.

"I'm so sorry, Emile," she said, her voice trembling. "I was so angry when you told me, and I said some terrible things. I should have never called you a slut, and I'm so sorry for that."

I looked up at her, my eyes red and puffy from crying. "It's okay, Mom," I said, my voice hoarse. "I know you were upset."

She nodded, tears welling up in her own eyes. "I was, but that's no excuse for the way I treated you. I should always be here for you, no matter what."

We sat in silence for a moment, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Finally, she spoke up again. Sge sat down beside me and took my hand in hers.

"Emile..." she began. "So, what are your plans now?" she asked softly.

I let out a sigh and looked down at my hands. "I don't know," I admitted. "I've been thinking about it a lot, and I've come to the realization that I can't have this baby."

Her eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Emile, you can't just get rid of a baby like that."

I shook my head. "It's not like that, mom," I said. "I didn't get pregnant the way you think. This baby was planted in me through artificial insemination."

Artificial insemination? How did it happen?

"I went to the hospital for my injection and I met a different doctor on the seat and he injected me. I thought the feeling when he injected me I felt different but I didn't think it so much". I said.

"You mean Dr Jones wasn't the one who injected you?" she frowned and I nodded.

I sat up and used the heel of my hand to wipe my eyes, "I didn't know until I checked Dickinson's phone and saw his messages with Dr jones. Dr Jones was asking h tomomfo me of the mistake and I…"

*Sob*

Her expression softened as she understood the gravity of the situation. "I see," she said. "But, Emile, you can't just get rid of a baby because of the circumstances of its conception."

I couldn't take it anymore. I broke down in tears, feeling the weight of Her words. "I know, mom," I said, sobbing. "But what else can I do? I can't have this baby, it's not fair to Dickinson or to the baby."

she pulled me into a comforting embrace. "Sweetheart, you should have the baby". She said.

As I sat there on my bed, tears streaming down my face, Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I had never even considered not aborting the baby.

It had always been the only option in my mind, but now she was giving me a different perspective. I couldn't deny the fact that Dickinson did need a child and that his wife's infertility was not her fault.

"But what about the way he treated me, mom?" I asked, my voice shaking with emotion. "He used me, he took advantage of me. How can I forgive him for that?"

she placed a hand on my shoulder and looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. "I know it's not easy, Emile.

"But sometimes we have to look past our own hurt and think about the bigger picture". She paused and looked at me before she continued.

Dickinson may have made a mistake, but that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve to have a child. Besides he is rich and will be able to take care of his heir the child here that you want to abort". She said as she placed a hand on my stomach.

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "I'll think about it," I said, still not entirely convinced.

"That's all I ask," she replied. "Just take some time to think about it, and don't make any hasty decisions. This is a big step and you need to be sure it's the right one for you."

I nodded and hugged she tightly, grateful for her support and understanding. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I would take her advice and think about it.

I couldn't deny that Dickinson did deserve a child, but I also couldn't ignore the hurt and betrayal I felt. It would be a difficult decision, but one that I needed to make for myself and for the baby.

"We can go see the doctor tomorrow now come and have dinner", she said as she to tickled me while pulling me up. I laughed band followed her tongue dinning table.

I sat at the dinner table with my mom, feeling a sense of familiarity wash over me. The table was set with our usual plates and silverware, and the smell of my mom's cooking filled the air. I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort being back in this familiar setting.

"How was your day?" my mom asked, dishing out a serving of her famous stew onto my plate.

"It was good," I replied, taking a spoonful of the stew and savoring the taste. "I spent some time catching up with old friends."

"That's nice," my mom said with a smile. "It's always good to reconnect with old friends."

We continued to chat as we ate, discussing small updates on each other's lives and reminiscing on old memories. My mom asked about my plans for the future, and I told her about my new job opportunity.

"That sounds exciting," she said, "I'm so proud of you."

I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards my mom. Despite our past differences, her support and love meant everything to me.

As we finished our meal and cleared the table, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. I realized that coming home was exactly what I needed to heal and move forward. And I was grateful for Her love and support.

I sat in the dinning discussing the upcoming wedding of one of Her friends' daughter, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The tension from earlier had dissipated, and we were now able to talk about something light and enjoyable.

"I think we should both wear something in a similar color," she suggested, flipping through a magazine filled with pictures of beautiful gowns.

"That sounds like a good idea," I agreed, trying to push thoughts of Dickinson and the baby out of my mind.

"How about a deep red or maroon?" she proposed.

"That's perfect," I said, "It will look great on both of us."

We chatted about different styles and designs, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and normalcy return to my life.

It was nice to have she back on my side, and to be able to talk to her again without any anger or judgement.

As the conversation came to a close, she turned to me and said, "I'm glad we're able to talk like this again, Emile. I'm sorry for how I reacted earlier. I just want you to be happy and safe."

"I know, Mom," I replied, "I'm just glad we can move past it. And I'm sorry for keeping things from you. I just didn't know how to tell you."

she gave me a warm smile and hugged me tightly. "It's all in the past now. Let's just focus on the future."

And with that, I knew that everything was going to be okay. I had Her support, and together, we would figure out a way to handle the situation with Dickinson and the baby.

I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders and I knew that no matter what happens, I would always have Her love and support.

The next morning, I woke up feeling groggy and tired. I had barely slept the night before, my mind awhirl with thoughts of the baby, Dickinson, and Her reaction. I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me as I tried to clear my head.

As I got dressed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. I knew that I needed to see a doctor to confirm my pregnancy and figure out what to do next, but the thought of facing that reality was almost too much to bear.

she was already up and making breakfast when I walked into the kitchen. She looked up at me and smiled, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes. "Good morning, sweetie," she said. "Are you feeling okay?