Page 90 of From Angel to Rogue

Confused, I started to shake my head but stopped when she dropped her knees to the floor. Her shaky fingers took hold of the fabric between her thighs, stained with red dots, and tugged it higher.

The trail led to lines of crimson streaked along her inner thighs, marring the lace of her pale panties.

“I…I..” She blinked rapidly, her lips wobbling. “I don’t know whatthatis. I hope,” she hiccuped. “It’s just my period and not something else.”

Everything in me broke at the sound of her voice. “Whatever it is, it will be fine.” My helpless hands tugged her to my chest.

“I can’t do it again, Lan,” she said quietly, broken. “I can’t go through that again.”

“You won’t be alone.” That was the only thing I could say as I held her tight like that for what seemed like forever before gently prodding her that we must see a doctor.

In a complete blur, we made it to the private clinic, and they took Katy’s blood and pee and asked us to wait, and it had been an hour since.

Katy changed into a fresh pair of clothes and was sitting beside me with her head on my shoulder, clutching her belly protectively. Only Matty tagged along with us, and his eyes didn’t blink away from his sister even for a second.

“Ms. Evans,” A young woman in nurse scrubs called out to us, holding a notepad.

I nodded, gripping Katy’s hand as we followed the nurse to the room at the end of the hallway. “You can go on in. Dr. Morris is waiting for you.”

I mumbled a thanks before I led Katy into the room.

A tall brunette with kind eyes and confident posture sat behind a fully equipped glass table.

“Hello, Ms. Evans, Mr. Greige. I’m Dr. Cindy Morris.” She greeted Katy and me with a brisk shake of hands which we both returned stiffly.

“Please take a seat.” She gestured to the pistachio-colored chairs in front of her desk.

The entire office was expansive and modern, but I could hardly pay any attention to that as Dr. Morris regarded Katy with a warm smile and asked Katy a few questions.

Katy answered Dr. Morris like a robot, like she was a broken doll that someone else was controlling.

My back was stiff as a board as I listened to them, clutching Katy’s hand tightly.

Halfway through the questioning, the nurse walked in with a blue file.

“The lab results are here, Dr. Morris.”

“Thanks, Nisha.”

She gave Dr. Morris a nod of acknowledgment before quietly slipping out of the room.

Dr. Morris frowned as she assessed those papers, and terror pulsed through my brain. But that soon vanished when a smile replaced her frown instead.

“Everything looks fine, Katy.” Her eyes fixed on us.

Thank fuck God.

“In fact, it’s more than good.” Dr. Morris’s smile widened. “Congratulations, you’re going to be parents. It turns out you’re actually pregnant. What you experienced is normal spotting, nothing to worry.”

Only the sound of Katy’s gasp echoed the shock that filled the room and I froze. That was the last thing I expected to come out of her mouth.

“I…I’m pregnant?” Katy asked in disbelief.

“Yes.” Dr. Morris said. “Looks like you were diagnosed with POI following a period of no bleeding. It is sometimescommon to misdiagnose hypothalamic amenorrhea as POI. It’s a condition where intense stress or heavy diets temporarily collapse your reproductive system. Without lifestyle changes, it can continue for years, unnoticed. But the good news is, you can still fall pregnant if you were ovulating but not bleeding, which I believe is what happened in your case.”

My eyes darted to Katy, who looked shell-shocked. I knew what was going on inside her head. All these years she spent chasing perfection had ruined her body a lot more than she had thought. And the weight of it never felt so heavy than it did at this moment.

“It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear. “It’s fine now. You’re going to be a mom, angel.”

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