Chapter 10: Remembering

"Sandra?" Ava called, pushing the door open, then grabbing the duvet and attempting to cover her face with it. "Sandra, get up. The boys are coming!!" Ava yelled as Cassandra felt her hover over her bed, and she held her breath, hoping she wouldn't notice she was wide awake.

"I'll use water to wake you up if you don't wake up now," she threatened, snatching the duvet and attempting to pull it off her body. "Hahaha! Nice try. Get up, now get dressed since our flight was about 2 hours later," Ava said as Cassandra rolled her eyes and sat up groggy, her feet buried in her fluffy slippers.

"Okay fine," she grumbled as she stood up and stretched.

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"We're here, baby," Mark said as he, Leo, and Anthony entered the apartment.

"Wait, where is Edward?" Ava inquired.

"He's waiting outside," Mark said.

"All right, then help us with our luggage," Ava said.

"Yes, honey, your wish is my command," Mard said with a wink. Ava then giggled.

"Ewww, guys, stop it, it's giving me chills," Anthony exclaimed.

"You're just jealous because you don't have a girlfriend," Leo said, laughing at Anthony, who then rolled his eyes at her.

Everything was ready in an hour. They are now returning to the Philippines.

Cassandra then enters the car awkwardly as she notices Edward staring at her, causing her to cough. "Hey, are you all right?" Ava asked, concerned.

"Ah, y-yes, I'm fine, it's just my throat was dry," Cassandra said as she averted her gaze from his. "F*ck, this is awkward; why does he keep staring at me like that?" she thought to herself as she closed her eyes she wishes to alleviate the tension between them as she remembered what happened after their first nightstand.

Flashback:

Two months later after the one nightstand.

It's becoming strange to look into her toilet every morning. Every morning for the past week, she dashed to the bathroom to empty her stomach.

Either she has the stomach flu that only appears in the morning. As she was trying to get ready for the dreadful thing called work, she realized that making a doctor's appointment would be the wisest thing for her to do.

So she does exactly that, scheduling the appointment after her work. She realized she was already late for her appointment, so she hurriedly put on her awaiting dress and dashed out the door, snatching a banana on the way.

As she boards the elevator, she realizes she made a hasty decision, given that she will most likely become ill in there.

She managed to make it to the bottom floor and run out the door, saying hello to her colleagues while holding her breath and closing her eyes.

As she enters the public transit, she smells a hot dog car, which causes her to take evasive action out of the way of the approaching crowd and begin throwing up.

"Damn it," she says as she wipes her mouth with tissue from the bottom of her wallet.

"Three months of pregnancy one? That's how happened to me I always threw up at the smell of anything cooking; so get yourself some tissues because you'll be throwing up more," a middle-aged woman said as she walked quickly past her.

She then abruptly loses her breath and begins walking in a trance to the train station. She can't think of anything else while accompanied by the fragrance of teenage sweat and people chatting on their mobile phones.

"First three months of pregnancy? f*ck what am I going to do? Is it conceivable that I'm pregnant? Could that be?" she wondered anxiously, not realizing her stop had come until she heard it over the speaker. She stood up and walked out into the crowded streets, dazed and confused.

Then she had a sudden epiphany. If she wasn't pregnant, she will start dating and get over his ex. She could marry the man of her dreams, be content, live happily, and have children.

And she wouldn't be as upset if she was pregnant. "But, of course, I'd be mad, I'd be going to carry a stranger baby in my stomach," she told herself, but she wouldn't be mad at the baby, and she wouldn't put it against the baby when he or she came of age. She would cherish the pretty small teensy bean as her own because it was her baby after all. When her phone rang, her thoughts were cut short.

"Hello, yes, it's me, what brings you here?"

"Are you in the hospital right now?" Ava inquired.

"No, not yet."

"All right, call me whatever the outcome is, and remember, I'm always here for you," Ava said before hanging up the phone. Cassandra took a deep breath and walked into the doctor's office, uncannily calm. She sat down after completing the paperwork requested of her and handing it to the assistant.

She took out a print edition and noticed that the front design featured a baby. An adorable baby dressed out in snow gear with a red button nose.

She smiled as she flicked through the covers, seeing page after page of made-up children and their lives. She couldn't help but feel happy as she watched the images unfold on the paper in front of her eyes.

"Cassandra Ogatcho, right," inquired a nurse.

"Yeah, that's me," she said as she put down the print edition and stood up, following the nurse back through the door she had just come through into the depths of the building.

She entered a room, took what she assumed was her type of graph, and read through it.

"So you've had the sickness? When do you usually get it?" the nurse inquired.

"Mostly in the morning, but if I smell something I don't like or taste something I don't like, I get dizzy, and end up throwing up," she explained.

"All right, I'm gonna suggest we get some blood tests done before we bring you into the doctor," she says, exiting the room and returning with the tools needed.

She draws a pint of blood from her and gives her some juice before leaving. She sits in the room for over an hour, admiring the wall decorations.

and staring out the window, imagining the life she might lead shortly.

"Okay, I'm back with your findings. I'm sorry it took so long; usually, blood tests take longer," The nurse explained.

"It's okay, so what's the result?" Cassandra asked nervously.

"Well, congratulate you're pregnant, just as I initially believed. Now, I'm going to get the doctor," she says. Cassandra doesn't say anything after the doctor, instead of staring at her until she walks away.

"Is it appropriate for me to cry? to be elated or enraged? "She shook her head, but in the end, she cried and cried.

The doctor arrives and prescribes her prenatal vitamins, telling her that she should take them once a day and not to forget. He schedules her appointment with her gynecologist in two weeks and hands her mother's book.

He asks who the father is, and she ignores him because she has no idea how she would respond.

She then walks out of the doctor's office in a confused state, hails a cab, and returns home. She is certain of the father's identity.

None other than her one nightstand.