Page 135 of Eternally Yours
Emma comes to my side and rubs her hand along my arm to soothe my emotions on the verge of spilling out. “And your anniversary is next week...” It’s not a question, it’s a statement.
I nod while tears well in my eyes. I’ve been thinking about that a lot. I never thought I’d be spending my first anniversary as a married woman alone. Without the man I love.
“It’s okay for you to go back to him, babe. I get that the situation is complicated and hard to digest, but if you think it’s something you can get onboard with, then do it. We all know it’s not a question of if you truly love Sy or not,” she tells me while Morgan and Aubrey nod in agreement.
“I know... but what if I think I can handle it, but when the baby comes, I don’t? Then I’m back at square one with my heart shattered all over again. I can’t keep going through that...”
“We understand that and wouldn’t want you to go through that all over again either. Maybe take your time, see each other. Test the waters until the baby comes and then see how you feel about it. In the end, it’s your decision, only you know what’s best for you,” Morg offers as a solution to my problem.One that isn’t half bad.
“I’ll think about it. Now enough talking about the sad story of my life, let’s eat.” I force a smile, and we all get moving on refilling our glasses and setting out the food.
SILAS
Tonight sucks. Greyson and I are in our shared hotel room after losing our game, which means we’re officially out of the playoffs. And on top of that, I received an email from my lawyer with more medical records about the pregnancy and an ultrasound picture, indicating the sex of the baby.
A girl. I’m going to have a daughter. A daughter that should have been mine and Cecilia’s.
She still hasn’t been in contact, and it sucks. But I’m doing as I promised and not reaching out anymore.Except for the gifts today.
I’m lying up in bed with my phone in hand while I look at the black and white image of my child. I don’t know how to feel about this. I want to be happy about my kid, but I can’t help but feel upset at how much it’s ruined my marriage. Then I instantly feel guilty for thinking that way.
I zoom out of the picture and read all the little numbers around the frame until one catches my eye. The gestational age. It’s off by two weeks. I only know this because of the pregnancy tracking app on my phone that notifies me every day of new changes.
I exit the photo and bring up the app to double-check.Yup, it’s not the same.“What the fuck?” I say under my breath, but Greyson perks up.
“What is it?” He turns his head my way with a concerned expression from his own bed.
“Do you think it’s possible for the OB-GYN to make a mistake with the date of a fetus?” I ask as I return to the picture and look it over again.
“Well, I’m guessing it can happen in the beginning when the baby is tiny and hard to see. But after that, I wouldn’t think so. I mean, it’s literally their job to be accurate. Why do you ask?”
“The date on the scan isn’t the same as my app. This one says she’s two weeks further along, but that would be impossible since it was only that one night.” I stretch my phone his way for him to see.
“Hmm, that’s weird. What’s the doctor’s name? Maybe it’s a shit doctor who often makes mistakes.” He pulls out his phone and waits for me to reply.
“Umm, give me a sec.” I swipe out of the photo and into the documents that came with it in search of the doctor’s name. “Bridgette Feramont.”
He taps on his screen, probably googling her. “Shouldn’t be too hard to find,there can’t be many doctors with that exact name.”
He continues his search, entirely focused on his phone for about three minutes, then his eyes grow wide. “Holy shit.”
“What!?” I sit up straighter while a huge smile spreads from ear to ear on his face.
“Call up your lawyer, Hayes. I think you just got your miracle.”
“What? How?” I frown, not understanding what he means. He then turns his phone to me, showing me the screen. On it is a picture of two women, one blonde, one brunette.
“This one? Is that Lisa?” He points to the blonde, and I wish I didn’t recognize her.
“Yeah, that’s her.” I swallow through my answer.
“That’s what I thought, and guess whothisis?” he says with a proud smirk.
My frown deepens at his expression, but then my eyebrows shoot up.No way.“Bridgette,” I say in complete shock.
“Ding, ding, ding! It may be a coincidence that her OB is one of her best friends, but I smell bullshit.”
I stand from the bed with my phone in hand, dialing up my lawyer. It’s pretty late, but I’m sure he’ll want to dig deeper into this new information that’s come to light.
