Dear Ex Wife Please take me back

ATHENA

Two months later....

"I've been so ashamed to visit you. I'm sorry it took me so long!" Mira, hold my hands, and I hold hers back.

"It wasn't your fault." I smile at her, but she shakes her head.

"It was. I shouldn't have left you alone for so long." Tears well in her eyes, and I laugh.

I'm having a hard time trying to put the face in my mind, but after failing miserably, I just sighed.

But just a look at her, I can tell she's someone I'd totally be friends with.

"You look cute like that." I tease when she glares at me.

"How are you feeling?" She asks, and I groan as I lean back in the hospital bed.

I hate hospitals, and having come back here meant I was on my last stroll. Nothing about this place eases my mind. So when I was told I've always wanted to be a doctor, I knew I had to get help if I'm going to live to my full potential.

There must have been a reason why I wanted to be a doctor. I just know it.

"Athena, babe. Stop spacing out. How are you feeling?" Mira repeats.

"Like I'm carrying everyone's burdens on my shoulders." I try to say it with a joke, but it isn't.

That's how I feel.

I've been in the hospital for a few hours since I decided not to self diagnose anymore. Ariana and Eli have yet to come through since I told them a few minutes ago. Alex would have insisted on a doctor of his choosing, so I didn't even bother to tell him.

I need someone who doesn't know me.

Alex has been on a trip for two weeks, and I miss him already. Our last month has been the best month of our marriage. As far as my memory goes, that is.

With divorce looming over my head, I decided to go all in and just live in the moment, and boy has it been wild.

We went back to our house, but every corner has been tainted with our naked bodies, and I can't help but groan at the reminder of having to live another two weeks without him.

So much has happened lately, including me passing my exams, which is another win to my list. My white coat ceremony is in three months and I don't want to miss it for anything.

I'll have to speak to Ariana about the help I need.

Mira squeezes my hand gently, concern still swimming in her eyes as I lean back against the stiff pillows.

"Stop worrying about me, Mira. I'll be fine," I whisper, though I don't know if I'm trying to convince her or myself.

Before she can respond, there's a soft knock on the door, and a tall man in a white coat steps inside, a polite but knowing smile on his face.

"Miss Dawson?" he addresses me, glancing briefly at Mira. "I'll need a moment alone with you, if that's alright."

Yep, I go by Dawson when I'm in public and alone. I refuse to have the king name because once that divorce hits, it's going to be the one thing that will drag me in the mud.

Besides, I doubt Mira knows about my marriage to Alex.

"He looked ready to kill." Was the first thing she said when she came in, and I

made her believe she was extremely drunk.

I did feel a little guilty, but it's for the better.

Mira glances between us, reluctant at the doctor's request, but I nod.

"I'll be outside. Call me if you need anything, okay?" she says, leaning in to hug me tightly. I hold her back for a second

longer than in

"Okay," I whisper, releasing her as she steps out.

The doctor waits until the door shuts behind her before turning back to me, still wearing that smile that makes me feel more anxious than reassured.

He steps closer to my bedside, flipping through my chart.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" he asks casually, looking up to meet my eyes.

I clear my throat. "Um... about 6 weeks, give or take."

He nods, making a note.

"And what exactly are you feeling? Describe it to me," he prompts gently.

I shift uncomfortably, picking at the blanket as I start to list them off.

"Well... I've been really tired, like, all the time. I feel nauseous in the mornings, sometimes even at night, and I thought it was just stress. And...ve been getting these weird, dizzy spells, and my appetite is all over the place. My chest feels sore

and-"

I stop mid-sentence, my mind racing to catch up with what I just said.

Oh my God.

My eyes widen, my heart slamming against my chest as realization crashes over

me.

These are all "No, no, no..." I whisper, shaking my head in horror, more to myself than to him.

The doctor watches me with soft amusement before chuckling lightly.

"Well," he says, slipping the chart back under his arm. "I was going to

ease you into it, but it seems like you've put the pieces together on

your own."

I blink at him, still frozen.

"Congratulations, Miss Dawson. You're about seven weeks pregnant."noveldrama

I stare at him, my mouth opening and closing like I can't form words.

Pregnant.

Seven weeks.

Which means...

My stomach flips, and not from nausea this time.

"Oh my God," I whisper again, pressing a trembling hand to my mouth.

Alex.

The baby.

Everything spins around me, but one thing is crystal clear.

I'm pregnant.