My Love Journey's
Small Accident

The time to relax is up, the time to return to the busy and boisterous atmosphere in the hospital.

I immediately stepped into the dressing room after getting out of the car and Paul immediately drove to the field for practice after two full weeks of preferential treatment from his coach by letting him off.

I'm a little lucky today my stomach didn't act so early in the morning, so I can work with a fresh face. Arriving at the door of the dressing room, I met Stacey who happened to be about to exit.

"Bitches!" he shouted, directly pulling me into a hug.

"I can't.. breathe!" I said intermittent.

He let me go, then lowered his gaze down while rubbing my stomach. "Oh, my gosh, sorry. Miss you. This place seems to die during your holiday" he said with a dramatic look.

I laughed, delighted with his words that proved as important as what our friendship was to him. "I miss you too." I said. "How's Jack doing? Is she okay?" I asked, when suddenly the memory of Stacey and Elise's adopted son flashed through my mind.

He nodded fully, his face looking very happy. I know he and Elise are enjoying their time as parents. I myself can imagine how peaceful a person is after a tired day of work, then go home and be greeted with laughter of their children waiting at home. And soon I will feel it too.

"He can already sit down" said Stacey, raising both corners of his lips. "Elise has also started feeding him. You have to go home to see how it goes. Oh, my God, how's your honeymoon going?"

I grimaced, he didn't know that Paul and I only lasted three days in Italy. "Not good, actually." I pucker my nose.

"Eh? Why?"

"Let me tell you, okay? I don't want Dr. Grey was nagging on the first day I came in."

Stacey nodded in understanding, she kissed me on the cheek once while muttering 'See you later' then stepped past me.

Succeeding through the first four hours without any meaningful furore other than receiving many congratulations from my colleagues and the doctors, I stepped out of the hospital building and headed straight for my restaurant and my friends. Arriving there, I found Stacey and Camille sitting there waiting.

"Sorry late." I said as I opened the jacket and hung it on the back of the chair and sat down.

"Pregnant women always get privileges." Camille snored, winking at me.

I laugh. "Have you ordered food?" my many.

Stacey nodded. "I ordered a regular menu, why?"

"I don't think I can eat it" I said. "I'll order something else later." Stacey and Camille nodded in understanding.

While waiting for the order, we discussed some light topics during my vacation, until the memory of Ellie flashed through my mind.

"Camille," hissed. "How's your relationship with Thomas?" ask me without further ado.

A red hue slowly adorned his face. He lowered his head with a smile, then spoke as he raised his face. "Well, I think he's a pretty good guy. And, Ellie. geez, that kid is so adorable." he muttered enthusiastically.

Stacey and I simultaneously chuckled while shaking their heads. "I'm sure her father is more adorable." sizzled Stacey, wiggling both eyebrows teasing Camille. I patted his arm slowly, but my actions did not stop his intentions at all. He shrugged his shoulders. "Acquire, dear. Any woman would be interested in Thomas, other than me and Elise, of course."

"Nothing's too soon when you find the right person, Camille." I said. "You yourself witnessed how I traveled with Paul, didn't you?" I tried to push his spirit. I know Camille's afraid of hurting Thomas's feelings because she's having a hard time in a long-term relationship. His attention is easily distracted, but I'm sure it's because he found the right guy for him.

Just at that moment, a waiter came to deliver our order. I ordered spaghetti and garlic bread back to her. Stacey and Camille waited until my food came for us to eat together.

After finishing lunch and chatting the next few minutes, Stacey and I returned to the hospital while Camille also returned to her office which was about two hundred meters away from the restaurant. We split up in front of the restaurant.

Arriving in front of the hospital building, I saw Paul standing next to his car with his eyes down staring at the phone screen. What made him come here?

"See who's coming? He can't stay away from you, can he?" Stacey grinned, making me laugh. "I'm in, bye!"

"Bye!"

My feet took a step forward when suddenly I didn't realize someone was hitting me, so hard, that my body staggered and my butt hit the floor. "Geeh!"

"LOVE!"

I groaned, enduring the pain in my buttocks and stomach. Both of my eyes closed while I held my breath with one hand squeezing the front of my uniform. "Oh, shoot!"

My eyes were still closed when I felt Paul rolling and holding my arm. "Love, hey, are you okay?" ask her with a worried tone. I nodded and opened my eyes, but what I realized happened next he cursed. "Damn it! Can't you use your eyes well?"

"I'm sorry. I was completely accidental" said a man who had just hit me. His face was pale, and he was trembling.

"My wife is pregnant, motherfucker!" furious Paul. Now, everyone is staring at us. The last thing I wanted right now was to be a free spectacle of dozens of pairs of eyes that happened to be passing by and looking forward to the continuation of this unpleasant scene.

I hurriedly grabbed Paul's hand as he was about to stand. "No, please. Just, uh!" I felt my stomach getting coiled up until my breath got stuck in my throat. I gulped, closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath.

Without waiting for a long time, Paul lifted me to his chest and led me into the front door after making a final threat to the poor man who hit me earlier.

"Someone, please help!" he was impatient as soon as he arrived in front of the emergency room. I couldn't say anything because of the pain I was feeling.

***

I woke up and felt something overlay my hand. When I opened my eyes, I saw Paul sleeping next to me, using my arm as a pillow. I looked out the glass window and realized it was night and we were still in the hospital. I cleared my throat and rubbed my husband's face.

"Paul, hey..." He squirmed, looking tired. "Why sleep while sitting? Your back can hurt."

He frowned. "I'm not the one to worry about, Bianka" she said, then rubbed my cheek with the back of her hand. "How are you feeling? Still feeling sick?"

After the doctor examined me and confirmed that I was doing well due to the accident this afternoon, I slept with relief. I can't imagine what Paul would do to the man who ran me over if something really happened to our son.

I shook my head. "Absolutely not." I replied. "Paul, I want to go home."

"Now?" I'm nodding. "Well, I'm gonna have the doctor check on you one more time, and we're gonna go home if there's no problem."