Walking the tight rope

Chapter one

It’s been seven years since we started dating.

A few weeks ago, we discovered we were pregnant. I was over the moon when I found out and I just hoped Charles would be too. However, his reaction was one I never anticipated, he was furious.

_” You can’t be pregnant, Tia. I’m not ready to be a father.”

  • ” It’s not about you being ready, I’m not ready either.”
  • ” Good! So we have an agreement, you’re going to get rid it.”
  • ” Are you insane? I am not going to get rid of this baby.”

_” You will Tiana. I can’t be father yet. Look we can have as many babies as you want later in the future. Please”

He was right. As much as I was excited, we weren’t ready to be parents. We therefore came to an agreement that I will do an abortion.

We went to see a doctor the following and I was nervous. Charles on the other hand, seemed to be taking this well. I paid little attention to everything the doctor said, as are a result, she asked me if I could take some time to think about it.

It had been two weeks since we found out about the pregnancy. I was having a hard time getting ready for work, morning sickness got the best of me. Charlie had to live early he had a meeting with an important client. I started feeling weaker, I knew something was wrong so, I called Charles. I’m not sure if I said anything when he answered the phone, it happened so fast.

I passed out on the bathroom floor.

I woke up in a hospital bed. Not knowing what happened. It seemed, I was out for long time, Charlie had fallen asleep in the chair next to me, his hands holding my arm.

He woke up after he felt my arm move. He’s always been a light sleeper. “I’m so glad you’re awake.”, he said.

He looked different, not like himself. He was scared and he was trying by all means to mask it up. He’s never really been good that.

I was going to ask him what was wrong with me, when the doctor walked in and broke the news to me. I had ovarian cancer and it was getting worse.

In all my life I never thought I would feel so broken and suddenly I was not concerned about myself anymore. My attention had shifted to the baby I carrying. I didn’t want to get rid of it anymore, I was going to have this baby even if it was the last thing I did.

Published by tessiestrawberry

A lover of art 💜💜

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