CHAPTER 122 ACTUALLY PREGNANT

Yvonne shushed her and lowered her voice to answer. "I saw someone I know.”

"And?" Lynette was nonplussed.

Yvonne shook her head. "You won't get it. If he sees m e, he’ll definitely ask what I'm doing at the OB-GYN.”

"So? Just tell him directly.” Lynette was unfazed.

Yvonne rolled her eyes. "Didn’t I tell you that I wasn’t sure if I'm pregnant? I tell him and he’ll tell my husband. What if I'm not pregnant then? That'd be awkward."

"That’s true."

"Besides, I want to surprise my husband. There's no surprise if he finds out in advance.”

"I know, so we have to avoid him, yeah?” Lynette pointed at the man from the back of the pillar with heart-shaped eyes. "He’s so handsome! He's a doctor here, isn't he?”

"Yeah, he’s the chief surgeon, also my husband’s best friend," Yvonne answered while she kept her eyes on Shane.

Lynette made a slurping noise. "Yvonne, I realize that your husband must be someone amazing. All his friends are handsome. There is Mr. Lancaster, then this gorgeous doctor. Oh yeah, what's his name?"

"Shane Summers," Yvonne replied.

Lynette cackled. "It's a great name. Do you have his contact number?"

"What are you trying to do?" Yvonne looked at her friend in alert.

Lynette made a little dance shyly. "I want to court him!"

"Don't. Kick that idea out of your head as soon as possible." Yvonne looked serious.

Lynette was miffed. "Why?"

"Because he comes from a wealthy household. His family has generations of prestigious medical specialists. Do you think that he's able to call the shots for his own marriage?" Yvonne retorted.

It was not just Shane. Even Henry's marriage was decided by Master Lancaster.

Disappointment clouded Lynette's face after she heard what Yvonne said. "Looks like there’s no chance for me then."

"That's for sure. Okay, he's gone, let's go." Yvonne pulled Lynette to the OB-GYN.

With her friend's company, Yvonne was not too nervous when she was being checked. She was, however, anxious. It lingered until after her checkup.

Lynette bought her some warm milk. "Are you still worried? I can see you shaking."

"Yeah." Yvonne thanked her for the milk. "I’m worried that I'm not pregnant."

"What's the qualm? The result isn’t out. What if you are?" Lynette supplied nonchalantly.

"What if I'm not?" Yvonne sighed.

"Then we'll go get good food and you can work harder with your husband when you go back later. What's so serious?" Lynette cackled suggestively.

Tickled by her antics, Yvonne could not help bumping shoulders with her. "What are you talking about..."

"I'm not simply saying it. It's most probably got to do with the men when the women can’t get pregnant," Lynette said with a snort.

Speechless, Yvonne teased her, "You aren't even married yet and you're not even embarrassed about these THINGS."

"What's there to be embarrassed about? All women go through it. I'm just facing it later than you. You can relay your experience to me. How nice." Lynette sipped on her coffee.

Deciding to ignore her, Yvonne shifted her gaze to the specialist's door and suppressed her perturbation, waiting patiently for her result.

It was nearly one hour later when the door opened and a nurse came out from it. "Is Miss Yvonne Frey here?"

"Yvonne, your results are out." Lynette was the first to react as she reminded Yvonne.

The latter stood up rigidly to go to the nurse. "I'm Yvonne Frey. Miss, how is my result?" she asked in both anticipation and anxiety.

The nurse handed her the result with both hands. " Congratulations, Miss Frey. You're becoming a mother."

Yvonne was delightfully dazed by the news that was both expected and unexpected. For a moment, she froze there without any reaction. Lynette gave her two nudges but she felt nothing.

Unable to do anything, Lynette stepped up on her behalf.

“Sorry, my friend's too excited that she's totally lost it." Lynette grinned bashfully at the nurse and took the result slip.

The nurse nodded in understanding. "It's normal. Many new mothers react the same when they find out that they're pregnant."

"Oh, right, is my friend's baby healthy?" Lynette asked the most crucial question.

"The baby's healthy but there are some issues with this miss's health," replied the nurse.

"What is it?" Lynette got nervous.

The nurse returned an apologetic smile. "I’m sorry.

This is Miss Frey’s privacy and the doctor would like t o talk to her personally."

"Okay, I’ll snap her out of it," Lynette told her and went to shake Yvonne out of her trance.

When Yvonne regained her composure, she feared up. "Am I really pregnant?"

"Yes. Why are you crying?" Lynette took out a tissue and wiped her tears.

Yvonne laughed despite her tears. "I’m happy."

Three years... She had waited for three years to finally have this baby. Grandpa should be very happy. She wondered if Henry would be, too but he should be... since he had agreed to give her a child. Yvonne thought to herself in diffidence.

Lynette passed her the slip. "You're seven weeks into your pregnancy. The baby’s healthy but the nurse says that you have some issues with your health. The doctor will discuss this with you."

Yvonne’s smile froze. "Issues with my health?"

"That is correct, Miss Frey. You have some issues with your health," the nurse supplied from the side.

Feeling antsy, Yvonne asked, "What’s the matter?"

"I can't be sure. Let the doctor speak to you. Please come with me, Miss Frey.” The nurse gestured.

Looking at Lynette, Yvonne wanted her to go with her but the former rejected.

"I'll wait for you here. The nurse says that it's your privacy. You should go on your own. Don't worry, it shouldn't be something serious."

"Is it..." Yvonne was uneasy.

If it was not serious, why did the nurse not tell her but had the doctor talk to her?

"It sure is. Don't overthink it. It's not good for your baby. Go now," Lynette urged.

Yvonne nodded and followed the nurse.

"Nice to meet you, Doctor." Yvonne went to the doctor’s office and greeted the doctor.

The doctor looked up at her. "Miss Frey?"

"Yes, that's me." Yvonne nodded.

The doctor pointed at the seat on the opposite side. " Please, have a seat."

Obliging, Yvonne pulled the chair to sit down. When she did, the doctor asked, "Miss Frey, you've donated your bone marrow, have you not?"

Yvonne hummed. "Yes. May I know if the issues with my health have to do with the transplant?"

"Yes. You've given your bone marrow away, so your bodily functions have naturally deteriorated. When a woman is pregnant, she delivers most of her nutrients to her baby in her womb yet yourThis belongs to .

bone marrow hasn't fully healed..."

"Will I miscarry?" Yvonne cut the doctor off, panicking the more she listened.

There was a frown between the doctor's brows. "That isn't certain. But this pregnancy will be an unstable one. A slight collision or stimulation will prompt a miscarriage easily, with a high chance too. As your immune system and endurance level are weaker now, you must pay more attention to your health, especially in the first trimester."

"I understand." Yvonne nodded with a pale face and continued to ask, "Doctor, will my chances of miscarrying decrease after the first three months?"