“The purpose of me coming here today is to prescribe dysmenorrhea medicine. No matter what anyone asks, I hope you can say so.”
Eva thought about it and finally nodded, “Okay, I promise you.”
She took me to do several examinations to make sure it was not an ectopic pregnancy, which was reassuring.
When I left the hospital, I took a lot of abortion medicine with me.
Eva said that whether I want this child or not, as a doctor, she should try her best to protect this child.
It’s up to me to decide whether to take these medicines or not. I didn’t object and took the medicine back to the car.
I sat in the car for quite a while and finally decided not to go to the construction site.
Driving back to the Fischer’s mansion, I’m not going to fool around until I’ve figured it out.
Because my stomach hurt, I went home, took the medicine and lay in bed.
I was lying in bed reading when Cheney pushed the door and came in. After we looked at each other, I quickly looked away.
I’m a little guilty. I don’t know if I should tell him the news.
Without saying anything, he went straight to the cloakroom, took his clothes and went into the bathroom.
The bathroom door closed and I breathed a little.
The two of us, we’re under the same roof. But looking at each other without words, this feeling makes me feel a little sad inexplicably.
My hand gently stroked my belly, what should I do?
Cheney came out of the shower and went out of the room.
After ten minutes, the servant downstairs knocked on the door. “Mrs. Fischer, it’s time to eat.”
I replied, “Auntie, can you send it upstairs for me? I … my stomach is a little uncomfortable and I can’t get out of bed.”
“All right, Mrs. Fischer. Just a moment, please.”
After a while, the door was pushed open from the outside. It was none other than Cheney who came in with the tray.
I was somewhat surprised to see that it was him. But I still didn’t answer him.
Cheney put the tray on the bedside table and sat down beside me. “I’ve called the family doctor. He’ll be here in a minute.”
As soon as he finished speaking, I was super nervous. “No, I don’t have a stomachache, I have dysmenorrhea.”
“I’ll have someone prepare brown sugar water for you.”
Seeing him get up, I thought that brown sugar water can promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. So I said, “No, I went to the hospital this morning and prescribed painkillers. I have just taken them. Now it is very comfortable to lie in bed. Call the family doctor and ask him not to go here in vain.”
“Are you feeling better now?”
I nodded. “Well, it’s an old problem.”
He took out his cell phone, helped me set up the small table after the call, and arranged the dishes. “Get up and eat.”
I sat up. But as I was about to take chopsticks, he first took a cold face, picked up the bowl, filled the soup with a spoon, and handed it to my lips.
I paused. What did he mean by that? Is he going to feed me?
I stretched out my hand to pick up the bowl and chopsticks. “I’ll eat by myself, and you can go down to eat.”
He insisted on feeding me, so I had to let him feed me.
We both tacitly didn’t mention what happened last night. Although there was some relaxation between him and I now, I knew that the problem was not solved.
I asked for a week off, and Mr. Quincy agreed without saying anything.
Early the next morning, I found that there was no blood.
Afraid of Cheney’s suspicion, I sneaked tomato juice on the tampon, then rolled it up in a film and threw it in the trash can.
I’m sure Cheney won’t be bored enough to open it and see it. Cheney did not doubt it, but asked some servants to make tonic soup for me every day.
On Thursday, Grandma came.
Seeing Grandma enter the room, I was busy sitting up. “Grandma, why did you come up?”
“I heard that you were not feeling well? I came to see you.”
I am moved in my heart. I know that grandmother’s legs and feet are not very good in recent years, and she rarely climbs the stairs, but she still went in my room for me.
“Grandma, you could just let the servant notify me that you’re here. I will go downstairs for you.”
“If you are uncomfortable, lie down and don’t go downstairs. Grandma is not old enough to walk on the stairs. How are you? Are you in good health?”
“I have nothing to do, that is, I may have been tired some time ago. That’s why when my period came, I had some pain in my waist and stomach.”
“Hey, when God made people, it was really unfair. We women suffered the pain of having children, and we also suffered the pain of the moon. Sometimes, I also feel that when I am going to be reborn in the next life, I wish that I am not a woman, but on second thought, being said that, if I won’t be a woman, what should your grandfather do?”
I looked at Grandma softly. It seems that Grandpa and Grandma were really meant for each other.
Good love will be willing to look forward to the afterlife.
I really envy grandpa and grandma.
“Krista, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”
I nodded, “Grandma, you have something to tell me? What is it?”
“Next week is the death anniversary of Afra’s parents. Although you haven’t met them, I hope you can manage to come as the Fischer family’s housewife.”
After listening to Grandma’s words, I nodded without thinking. “Grandma, I am willing to do this, but I have no experience in holding death anniversaries, I don’t know the rules of the Fischer’s mansion so can I ask you to arrange an experienced person to help me?”
“You can rest assured that I have arranged Uncle Jacob to help you. This year, you will work with your Uncle Jacob, and next year, you will be able to do it alone.”
Grandma looked at me kindly. “Your grandfather and I, one day, maybe one day less, we will be gone. Then all the burdens of the Fischer family will fall on you and Cheney. I have no other expectations now, just hope that you and Cheney can live your little life well, take Afra and have three or four children together. Oh, that’s perfect.”
Grandma said, and the smile on her face was bigger. But I suddenly fell into silence.
Should the child stay? Grandpa and Grandma must be looking forward to the arrival of this child.
This is Cheney’s child after all.
The existence of this child, let my heart have an inexplicable fear.
Before I knew Flora existed, I thought about having a child for him.
Anyway, I decided to live with him all my life. So it can’t just be the two of us. We might not hate each other for a lifetime. Maybe having a child will change something.
But now that I know Flora exists, I also know that Cheney would not divorce me because of his responsibility to me. In this way, how can I selfishly decide to give birth to this child and restrain his life?
What should I do? What should I do now? Shall I go or stay? What should I do to the baby?
This child may be my everything for the rest of my life. Can I really give up this child?
I … can’t do it.
Maybe my expression was too dignified, and Grandma asked with concern, “Krista, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling alright?”
I recovered. “Grandma, I’m fine.”
“You’re almost crying.” She took my hand. “Did Cheney do something to you? Or… has he snubbed you recently because of Flora? Don’t be sad, grandma will talk to him.”
I shook my head. “No, grandma, I have dysmenorrhea. It has nothing to do with Cheney. We are fine and have always been fine.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “Well, really.”
Cheney was a good man, and I always believed that.
In the evening, Cheney came back and looked at me lying in bed. “I went to Grandma just now, and Grandma said that you promise to help with the death anniversary of Big Brother and Sister-in-law?”
“Well, yes.”
“Are you in good health?”
“My period is usually five to seven days. In these two days, my stomach has not hurt much.”
“But Grandma said that you almost cried because of dysmenorrhea.”
“Nonsense, it only hurts once today. Moreover, next week is the death anniversary of my eldest brother and sister-in-law. At that time, my period is over and it will not affect me anymore.”
“Well, whatever you say. In the future, these things will always be handled by you.”
In the future …
I nodded and said nothing.