Chapter 47

...Emile pov…

My mom and I walked into the hospital, i couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and confusion.

She couldn't believe that a mistake by a doctor had resulted in her being pregnant without her knowledge or consent.

"I can't believe this is happening," i muttered to My mom.

"I know, dear. It's a shock for all of us," My mom replied, trying to console me.

As My mom and I walked through the hospital doors, my heart began to race with anger and confusion.

The bright, sterile lights of the building only added to the feeling of unease that was growing inside of me. I couldn't believe that I was here, in this situation, because of a mistake made by one of the doctors.

We approached the reception desk and My mom spoke to the nurse, asking for Dr. Jones. The nurse nodded and pointed us in the direction of his office. As we walked down the corridor, my mind was racing with thoughts of what was to come.

As My mom and I walked into Dr. Jones' office, the first thing that caught my attention was the smell of antiseptic and disinfectant. I never liked that scent, gross.

The walls were a sterile white, adorned with various diplomas and certificates from prestigious universities and medical organizations.

The floor was a polished linoleum, and the lighting was bright and glaring, making me squint as we walked further into the room.

Dr. Jones' desk was a large, mahogany monstrosity, taking up the majority of the space in the room. The surface was cluttered with papers, charts, and a computer.

On the wall behind the desk, there were several posters and diagrams of the human anatomy.

The chairs in front of the desk were uncomfortable looking, and My mom and I sat down gingerly, our backs straight and our hands folded in our laps.

Dr. Jones himself was a tall, thin man with greying hair and a stern expression. He greeted us with a curt nod and sat down behind his desk, his eyes flicking over the charts in front of him.

We were greeted by Dr Jones and offered ba seat as we stepped into his office. "I'm so sorry for what happened," he said, looking genuinely apologetic.

I couldn't hold back her anger any longer. "Sorry? That's all you have to say? You and your colleagues have ruined my life and all you can say is sorry?

"Did you plan this with Dickinson?" I asked Dr Jones raising my voice and my mom held my hands signaling me to calm.down.

"No, it was a mistake. The injection was meant for Dickinson's wife and the doctor that was available used the injection on you after thinking you were Emily. He mixed it up because you two names are the same. Emily and Emile." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could such a mistake happen? And why didn't anyone inform me about it?

Dr Jones looked taken aback by my outburst. "I understand your frustration, Miss. But please understand that this was a mistake made by one of our colleagues and we are taking steps to ensure it never happens again."

My mom interjected, "What steps are you taking to rectify this mistake? This is a serious matter and we need to know what steps are being taken to ensure the safety of your patients."

Dr Jones nodded, "We are conducting a thorough investigation and the doctor responsible for this mistake has been suspended pending the outcome. We are also reviewing our protocols and procedures to prevent any future mishaps."

My mom nodded, satisfied with the doctor's response. But Emile was still fuming. She couldn't believe that her entire future was being decided by a mistake made by a careless doctor.

Dr Jones turned to Emile and asked, "Miss, what are your plans for the pregnancy? Are you planning on keeping the baby?"

My mom answered before she could even think, "Of course she is. We will deal with the consequences and move forward."

I couldn't help but feel annoyed by the whole scene. I felt like My mom was making this decision for her without even considering what she wanted. She knew her mother meant well, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that her future was being decided without my input.

I could only nod in response, still too angry to speak. She couldn't shake off the feeling that her life would never be the same again, all because of a careless mistake made by a doctor.

...Dickinson POV…

As I drive to the airport, I call My mom to let her know where I am. She curtly tells me her location and hangs up. I can't help but roll my eyes, knowing that she's always been one to do as she pleases without warning anyone.

When I finally find her, she's sitting outside with her luggage, looking annoyed. I help her with her bags and put them in the car. As I get in the driver's seat, I turn to her and ask, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would have made sure to be here on time."

She scoffs and says, "I can do what I want, Dickinson. I didn't need your permission."

I chuckle and shake my head, thinking to myself that I definitely got that trait from her.

On the way home, I began to tells her about Emile. My mom listens attentively as he explains the situation with the artificial insemination and the pregnancy.

"I can't believe this, how could they make such a mistake?" his mother exclaimed.

"I know, it's ridiculous. And to make matters worse, Emile is furious with me. She blames me for not being there to protect her from this," i replied, his frustration evident in his voice.

"But it's not your fault, dear. You had no idea this would happen," his mother consoled him.

"I know, but it doesn't change the fact that I feel responsible. I should have been there for her," i said, shaking his head.

"Well, what are you going to do now? Are you going to take care of the baby?" his mother asked.

"I don't know. Emile hasn't decided what she wants to do yet. I just hope she'll give me a chance to make it right," Dickinson replied, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"I'm sure she will, dear. She cares for you and she knows you didn't mean for this to happen," his mother reassured him.

"I hope so," i said, as he pulled into the driveway of his mother's house. He helped her with her luggage and walked her to the door, still deep in thought about Emile and the baby.

On one hand, I was happy to see My mom and catch up with her after her trip to Paris. But on the other hand, my mind kept drifting back to Emily and the fact that she was currently in the hospital.

"So, how's Emily doing?" My mom asked, as if reading my thoughts.

"She's okay, thankfully. She's still in a coma, but the doctors say she's stable," I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral.

"I see. And what about the divorce? Has she signed the papers yet?" My mom probed further.

I let out a sigh. "No, she hasn't. And honestly, I don't know if she ever will. It's not like I can just go and ask her to sign them while she's is almost in coma," I said, feeling a twinge of guilt.

As I walked into the living room with My mom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. I knew this conversation was going to be difficult and I wasn't sure how to approach it.

My mom settled into the couch and I sat across from her, taking a deep breath before I began to speak.

"Mom, I know you're probably confused about what's going on with Emile," I began.

"Confused? No, I'm beyond confused," she replied, her tone sharp. "You could have told her about this, Dickinson. We could have sorted this out amicably."

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. "I know, I know. I was just waiting for the right time."

"The right time? When was the right time going to be, Dickinson? After the baby was born?" she asked, her voice rising in frustration.

"No, not like that," I replied, trying to keep my own frustration in check. "I was waiting for my ex-wife to sign the divorce papers. I didn't want to drag you into this mess until it was over."

My mom shook her head and fixed me with a hard stare. "If anything happens to that grandchild of mine, I will never forgive you," she said, her voice low and serious.

I let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of her words heavy on my shoulders. "I know, mom. I'm just so confused right now. I don't know what to do."

"You need to think about what's best for that baby, Dickinson. That's the only thing that matters right now," she said, her voice softening slightly.

I nodded, knowing she was right.