Jasmine's POV

"NO, NO, NO! I CAN'T BE PREGNANT. Doctor, with all due respect, you have me confused with another patient. I'M NOT PREGNANT!" I screamed at Dr. Shannon once I had recovered and she told me the news again.

"Jasmine, please relax. Take deep breaths. I know sometimes these things are hard to process, especially when you were not planning," she replied while adjusting the pillow underneath my head.

"I just don't understand. I took two pregnancy tests. TWO! And they both showed negative," I recalled the pregnancy tests Zenia picked up for me when we went grocery shopping.

"Well, I honestly don't know what faulty pregnancy test you picked up, or if you didn't follow the directions carefully. Or, in medical terms, some women's bodies produce mixed hormonal signals and sometimes a pregnancy test cannot be accurate. Stress is a great factor for doing such.

"So, that's why some women, when they think they're pregnant, prefer going to a doctor for a thorough examination and blood work, rather than take a pregnancy test. You ever heard of 'false positive'? Well, I guess you had a 'false negative'," Dr. Shannon explained.

I closed my eyes, too speechless to form another sentence and I had to process this news some more.

I'm pregnant.

I'm almost two months fucking pregnant.

I have another human-being inside me at this very moment.

I'm going to get huge and fat!

I'm pregnant!

Oh dear sweet Mary and Joseph, I'm pregnant with Evan's baby!!!

I opened my eyes, hoping this was a bad dream and I'd wake up in my bed and hear Zenia and Mom talking loudly, as usual, while the television was showing Sanford and Son.

But this wasn't a dream. I was in a hospital bed and pregnant with the child of a man who wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. Tears poured from my eyes. Now wasn't the time to be pregnant.

Why does God hate me so much?

How was I going to tell Evan this? Would he even believe me, or think that I'm trying to trap him with a baby?

He had already moved on. He'd hate me so much for this.

I don't want him to hate me anymore than he already has.

"I'll call in your mom and sister again," Dr. Shannon said, handing me a box of tissues.

For a moment, I had forgotten she was in the room. I dried my eyes and sat back up in the bed. "Before you leave, can I ask you something? When can I go home?" I asked her.

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