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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

STELLA

The receptionist on the other end of the line scared me.

What the hell is going on? Why couldn’t she just give it to
me straight?

Yes, I understand, she’s not a doctor so she can’t speak on
Dr. Ronson’s behalf.  But at least she could have told me if the blood test
showed anything abnormal, right? 

If everything is okay, why did the receptionist ask for my
earliest
available time
to see the doctor? 

Something must be
wrong
.  Oh, God, please
help.  I take in huge gulps of air in an effort to calm down, trying my hardest
to hold back my tears.

“Hello, are you still there?” The receptionist’s voice is
warm, but now she sounds like an executioner to me. 

“Yup, I’m here.”

“So, would you like to book an appointment now?”

My schedule is tight for today, and for the following few
days, too.  But I want to see the doctor as soon as possible.   “How about
now?”

“Now?” She sounds surprised.

“Yeah, now.”

“Let me check Dr. Ronson’s availability.”  Moments later,
her voice comes on again, “You can see her Wednesday at nine-thirty or Friday
at two.”

“Wednesday, please.”  I have an exam in the morning but I’m
going to skip it.

“Okay. Wednesday at nine-thirty.  Thank you so much,
Stella.”

“Thank you.” I hang up.

I feel myself sliding along the wall to the ground.  My head
is all blank.  Wednesday.  I need to wait for two more days.   This is
torture.  One too severe for me to bear.

God. GOD! 

I look at the sky.  It’s all blue and crystal clear. 

The sunshine is warm.  The breeze is soft.  It’s one of the
few days that make it so hard to stay in the classroom.  It was a perfect
morning, and ten minutes ago I couldn’t wait to step outdoors. But now, everything
is pale and cold.  The breeze is sending a chill deep into my bones.  I feel
cold. So terribly cold.

I shiver. 

I touch my belly, trying to feel my baby inside. 
You
okay?
  Gosh, I have named her so many times that I can’t remember what I
called her the last time.  Elizabeth, I guess.  What a beautiful name.  Of
course, I’m going to call her
Liz
.  Yeah,
Liz
.  What a cute and
lovely name.

She is going to be a pretty girl, running around, pretending
to be a cat, a doggy, or a cow.   Does she like ice cream?  I bet she does.  
And I bet she likes candies, too.  Just like me. 

Oh, no, no candies, especially before bedtime.  I don’t want
to give cavities.  Yeah, right, I will have to watch out for the cookies, too.

There is so much more to watch out.  TV and video games, for
example.  Those are no good for her eyes. 

I want her to look like me.  I mean the eyes and cheekbones. 
Oh and, her nose should look like her dad’s, straight and sexy. I can’t wait to
see her run around, smiling like an angel.

What is she going to say first?  Mommy or Daddy? I’m going
to teach her
mommy
first.  Yeah, I’m selfish.   Too bad, Colton.  You
will have to wait your turn.

My heart sinks while my smile is spreading on my face.  Gosh,
what if something happened to her?  What if… I cover my face with both hands. 
I don’t want to think any further.  But horrible things keep coming to my head,
playing in front of me like a movie.

What’s going on?  They’re not real, I know they’re not.  But
why do they keep coming?  Is it a premonition?

I’ve never believed anything spiritual.  But the horrible
scenes have terrified me.  I raise my head and look at the sky, “God, please
help!”

My cellphone rings.  “Colton?”

“Stella, you okay?”

“Um…” I don’t know what to say.

“Where are you?”

“At Collins Hall.”

“I’m coming.”

I drop to his shoulder, my tears pouring out.

He kisses my neck and shoulder, rubbing my back with his
huge palm.  “Calm down, okay?  Let’s not scare our baby.”

“But, but I can’t.” I sob. 

He waits until I’m no longer crying. 

“Tell me what happened.” His smile is so soft and his arms
are so comforting.

COLTON

On my way to find Stella, I felt totally stunned. I’d never
heard that tone in her voice before. She sounded the sky was falling.  I knew
she was moody.  But her simple ‘um’ gave me the shivers.   

Did she get some bad news from the doctor?  Or did that
stupid committee piss her off again?  Or did some assholes give her a hard time
in class? 

I didn’t know, but I wanted to find out immediately.  And
more importantly, I wanted to comfort her, to make her happy, and to make sure that
our baby is okay.

She is crying like a baby.  Something terrible must have happened
to her.  But I have to wait until she can talk again.

“Colton,” finally she looks at me, her pretty eyes being
full of tears.

I give her a few soft kisses.  “Yes, Stella.”

“Our baby…” She begins to cry again.

God! I almost black out.  This has worried me so much that I
have had nightmares for over a week. 

Every night.

I find it so hard to sit straight now.  I want to lean on
the wall, or better, lie on the ground.  But I have to be strong, to give
Stella a solid shoulder to rest on. 

I swallow hard, trying to push my heart back into my chest. 
My mouth is desert dry.  My throat is tight.  I try so hard to hold back my
tears.  But something salty comes into my mouth from my nose.  I know that they
are my tears.   

Finally I manage to talk again.  “Stella, tell me what
happened.  Things aren’t that bad, right?”

“Do… doctor Ronson, wan… wants to see me,” she swallows
hard.  “See, hmmm, me as…, as soon… possible.”

My heart races ten times faster.  I feel like I’m having a
heart attack.  I try so hard to calm down and put up a smile.  “About the blood
test result?”

“Hmmm, ye… yes.” She sobs.

“Did she tell you why?” I look at her mouth.  For the first
time, I’m so scared of hearing words from her mouth.

“No.”

“She didn’t tell you anything and she wanted to see you
ASAP?  What a shitty doctor!”  

I could already tell from our last visit that the doctor was
a total asshole.  She scared Stella with the HIV shit and the fucking Down syndrome
rubbish.  Now she is scaring her again by keeping the test result a mystery.  I
wish that I could kick her ass now.

“No, it was not, not her.”  She wipes her tears and calms
down a bit.  “It was her receptionist who called me.”

“But the doctor didn’t give her a reason, right?”

“Nope.”

“Fucking asshole.  She was scaring you.  The FBI should take
her license away.”  I scratch my head and add, “I mean FDA.”  Heck, I can’t get
it right.  Whoever the fuck is in charge, this doctor needs to get her license
revoked. 

“So, is she going to see you today?”

“Nope.”

“When?”

“Wednesday morning.”

“What the fuck.  She said it was urgent and she’s keeping us
waiting for
two freaking days.
 
What the
hell is going
on?”

“Maybe…”

“‘Maybe’ what?”

“Maybe it’s not that urgent.”

“Better not be,” I’m so pissed.  “Let’s go home.”

STELLA

I’m experiencing the longest two days of my life.  I’m
counting the time by seconds.  I’m exhausted but can’t fall asleep.  The moment
I close my eyes, I see my daughter Liz.  She is smiling at me in one moment,
and then crying the next. 

I want to make sure she is perfect.  I want to be sure that
she is happy.  But I can’t see her face clearly.  And I can’t hold her little body.  
Sometimes I don’t see her face at all.  Sometimes I hear her voice only. 
Everything is dim and gray around her.  No color, no motion.  It’s a still world,
totally static and dull.

I’m so terrified.  Gosh, what’s going on?

Am I dreaming?  I can’t tell.  Only when I open my eyes and
see my pillow soaked by my tears do I know it was a dream. 

Lord, please help. 
I pray with all my heart.  I know
he is listening.  He is here, ready to help me out.

The day finally comes.  I look at the mirror and see a girl
with panda eyes.  Her eyeballs are too big for her pale face.  Her lips are rough
and dry.  Her hair is a mess.

I spend about five minutes for my makeup.  I can’t remember
if I really applied foundation but it doesn’t really matter.

“Ready to go?” Colton comes in, wrapping his arm around my
waist. 

Yeah.
  I mouth my answer.  He kisses my cheeks
lightly.

I put on my heels, think for a few moments, and then kick
them off far away.  I want something safe and comfy.  I look around and choose
a pair of slip-on flat.

We walk from the parking lot to the clinic.  Colton looks so
serious. 

“Colton, let’s be nice to the doctor, okay?  She’s the
professional.”

“Her profession is to scare people, huh?”  His smirk is big.

“Oh, please, Colton, let’s be positive.” I put up a tiny
smile.

“Alright.  Let’s.” He rolls his eyes.

The clinic is so full. 

“Fuck!” Colton murmurs.

“We can wait.” I try to smile.   As usual, our appointment will
be delayed.  For twenty minutes?  Forty?  Or more? I don’t know.  But we have
to wait.

Problem is that I don’t feel comfortable standing.  All the
seats were taken.  I lean on the wall and sigh.  My back is sore, and it’s
really hurting me.  My belly feels heavy.  My neck feels so bad.  Gosh, my
everything is giving me grief.

But my real worry is my baby.  If I don’t feel well, she
won’t, right?

I think for a few moments and then put up a smile.  “Colton,
how about we wait outside.”

“You mean in the hallway?” Colton doesn’t sound very happy.

“Um… Yeah, I mean…” I really don’t know what to say. 
Maybe
go back to the car.  But it’s a long walk.

I shift my body a few times, trying to make myself
comfortable.

“Excuse me?” A lady stands up.  “Are you pregnant by any
chance?” She whispers.  Without waiting for my answer, she smiles, “You can
take my seat.”

I feel the warmth flowing through my whole body.  “Thank
you.  But you need the seat too, right?”

“Don’t worry about me.  I’ve gone through pregnancy a couple
times and I know how hard it is.  Sit down, please.”

“Thank you so much!” I give her a smile and sit down right
away.  Gosh, it was hard to stand much longer. 

I’m finally relaxed, when the world starts to spin around me. 
I cover my face with both hands.  Gosh, I’m about to vomit.

“Stella, you okay?” Colton is so worried.

STELLA

I shake my head, covering my mouth with my hands.  Colton
passes me a paper bag he brought from home.  I gag a few times but nothing
comes out.  He hands me a tissue and then a cup of water from the water cooler.

The water does help.   I blink a few times to get rid of the
blurring and murmur, “Thank you, Colton.”

It’s almost one and a half hours later when we finally walk
into Dr. Ronson’s office.

“Sit down, please, Stella.” She smiles at me.

“Thank you, Doctor.” I smile nervously.

“So, as you know, your blood test results are back.” She looks
at my file and then smiles at me.

“Is everything… okay?” My heart is jumping out of my chest.

“Sure, everything is perfect.” She grins.

“Perfect?” I’m so happy to hear but I can’t believe my ears.

“Yes, perfect.”

What the hell?  If everything is perfect, then why the
heck did you give me such a big worry for the last two days?
 

Oops!  I don’t mean I want something to go wrong.  But come
on, couldn’t the doctor tell her receptionist that everything was perfectly
okay, so the phone call didn’t sound like such an emergency? I almost gave her
the middle finger.

She pulls out the blood test result sheet and goes through
it quickly.  “See, this is the hCG result.”  She stops for a moment and then
smiles, “Okay, you don’t have to know what it means.  But it tells everything
about your pregnancy.”  Her finger runs through the sheet line by line and then
stops at one number.  “See you’re pregnant for sure.  So, congratulations.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” I feel so much better now.  My
dizziness is gone, and so is my nausea.  I look at the Colton with a big
smile.  But he bulge his eyes.  I know he is still angry with the doctor.

“And look at these numbers.” She shows me the sheet as if I
can understand them.  “No ectopic pregnancy, no sign of potential miscarriage,
and no Down syndrome detected.”

I’m not sure what that ‘ectopic pregnancy’ is, but I’m sure
it’s something bad.  And I don’t care.  As long as I don’t have it, I’m super
happy. 

I’m so pleased that there is no potential Down syndrome, the
concern of genetic defects from Colton and my families are gone.

“So, the goal of seeing you ASAP is to learn the good news,
huh?” Colton’s sarcasm is obvious.

“Colton…” I pull his arm hard.

Luckily, Dr. Ronson is busy checking something carefully on
the sheet.  After a few moments she raises her head.  “Sure.  I bet you guys
are eager to hear good news, right?”

“Right, doc.” Good, I see a tiny smile at Colton’s mouth
corners this time.

“In addition, I have a surprise for you, Stella.” Dr. Ronson
crosses her arms over her chest, with the test result sheet still in her hand.

What?

I almost drop off my chair. 
You said ‘good news’ just a
moment ago, right?  Are you going to tell me some bad news?  Hell, this is not
nice.

My mind swirls like a tiny leave in the hurricane.  I feel
so hopeless.  I’ve got no strength left.

Yeah, Dr. Ronson is smiling.  But I know it’s a professional
smile to calm me down.  She must be very skillful at delivering bad news to her
patients. 

“Dr. Ronson?” I almost cry.  My voice is trembling.

“See, your hCG level is higher than the average.  We may
need a second blood test to be sure.  But I’m almost one hundred percent certain
that the number is higher than the average.”

“What does that mean?” Colton and I ask at the same time.

“That means either multiple pregnancy or molar pregnancy.” 
She stops, looking at me.

“Huh?” I’m totally lost.  Why the heck she was using the
medical terms we don’t understand?  She must be telling me something… bad. 

Gosh!
   

“Colton?” My eyes are so blurring now that I can barely see
anything.

“Sorry I confused you.” Dr. Ronson gives me a tiny smile. 
“‘Multiple pregnancy’ means having a twin or triplets.  Do you have a history
of twins in either family?”  She looks at me and then Colton.

We look at each other and then shake our heads.

“No?” Dr. Ronson smiles at me.

“I’m not sure.” I have no idea about my father’s side.

Dr. Ronson looks at Colton. 

He lets go of a rumbling noise from his nose, saying
nothing.

Dr. Ronson thinks for one moment or two and then smiles. 
“Oh, well, I can arrange an ultrasound to find out.  You want to go ahead with
it?”

“Sure.  Please arrange that.” I try to smile.

“And we want that
ASAP.
” Colton stares at the
doctor.

“Colton, please.” I’m so embarrassed.

Dr. Ronson smiles professionally.  “Okay, I’ll ask the
receptionist to work on that.  She will call you once the appointment is
confirmed.”

“Thank you so much, Doctor.” I try to smile.

“Now let’s talk about the molar pregnancy.” She looks into
my eyes.

Oops, that sounds pretty
bad
.