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“And you are?” the doctor asks.
“He is family. Please, tell me what’s happening with my niece,” Mary Ann says. The doctor’s expression turns somber as he takes a moment before responding.
“She’s in critical condition. The surgery went well, but she’s still at risk.”
The words hit me with a forceful impact. The room spins around me, and I struggle to stay upright. The reality of the situation crashes over me like a tidal wave. A lump forms in my throat as I grapple with the weight of the doctor’s words.
As of the world isn’t already spinning, the doctor’s next words send me reeling.
“We were able to save the baby too.”
My mind struggles to process this unexpected news.
“Baby?” I whisper in disbelief.
“Yes, she is pregnant. A few weeks along,” the doctor explains. Phebe... pregnant? The pieces of the puzzle suddenly fit together, a mix of shock, disbelief, and a glimmer of hope washes over me. But before I can fully comprehend it, the young man speaks, confusion evident in his voice.
“What do you mean my mom is pregnant?” he asks, his eyes wide with surprise.
My attention shifts to him and, for the first time, I truly see him. Mary Ann’s earlier words click into place and I turn to her, seeking an explanation.
“Mary Ann? Who is he?” I ask, my voice trembling. Mary Ann steps forward, gently touching the boy’s shoulder.
“Jeffrey, this is Michael, Phebe’s son.”
I freeze, the weight of the revelation crashing over me like a tidal wave. Phebe has a son, a son I never knew existed. My mind races, struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.
Questions tumble out of me, my voice heavy with confusion and shock.
“How... How is this possible? How come I never knew?”
Mary Ann’s sympathetic eyes meet my mine as she responds. The boy, Michel, looks back and forth between us.
“Jeffrey, meet Michael. Michael, meet Jeffrey,” she introduces us.
My heart aches, torn between a surge of emotions. I turn to Michael, and manage a weak smile.
“Nice to meet you, Michael,” I whisper.
“Same here,” Michael gently replies.
“Michael rushed down when he heard about the accident,” she explains.
“I thought I should let you know, too,” she adds.
“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” I tell her.
Suddenly, Michael’s voice breaks through the fog in my mind.
“How critical is my mom’s condition?” Michael asks.
“She’s in a delicate state, and there’s a 50/50 chance...”
His words press down on me, almost suffocating me. My heart sinks, and a lump forms in my throat. The reality of the situation hits me like a sledgehammer. Phebe’s life hangs in the balance, and I’m left grappling with the haunting thought that I might lose her forever.
* * *
Fear gripsme like a vice as I sit by Phebe’s bedside; my attention solely focused on her motionless body, These past few days have been hell. The heaviness in my heart is almost suffocating as I realize just how much she still means to me. The memories of our time together, laughter, and intimacy all flood back like a tidal wave. And now, in this moment, I can’t no longer deny it—I love her, and the thought of losing her terrifies me.
