"No... How did this happen? How did I end up like this? Why was I so blind?" I lay in the pool of my blood on the coal-tarred floor of the highway. "My little boy... My little angel... How... How will he survive...? No..." My eyes close shut.
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"...ss... iss... Miss... Miss Ozumba..."
My eyes snap open. A male doctor is sitting in front of me. I look around my surroundings, then look down at myself. I'm alive, sitting in a clinic.
"Miss... are you alright?" The doctor sitting in front of me had worry written on his face. "I know this is a lot to take in right now..."
This man looked familiar for some reason, but I couldn't recall who he was. "Who... who are you? How am I here? Am I... dead?"
"What?! No, Miss! You're not dead. You're very much alive." The man seemed to be getting anxious. "Is the result that shocking?"
I look at him. "What results?"
"You're pregnant, Miss." He says quietly, carefully studying my reaction.
"Pregnant? What do you mean?" I asked, looking at him, really confused.
"Well, Miss... You came in today for the results of the pregnancy test I conducted last week."
I sit there stunned. "What.... what day is it today?"
"It's the 25th of April, Miss." The doctor says, looking concerned.
My eyebrows furrow. "25th of April...? What year is it?"
"2022... Miss, are you alright?"
It's all piecing together now. Today was the day I found out that I was pregnant with my son. But how? I was dying just a few minutes ago! I slowly nod to the doctor's question.
"I know this is a huge responsibility and a lot to process right now, but don't let it bring you down, Miss." The doctor said with a reassuring smile.
I simply nod, not listening to the doctor. I still couldn't believe it. I unconsciously place my hands on my flat belly.
"It's going to be alright, Miss. Come to the clinic on the scheduled dates for your prenatal check-ups."
I nod, my hands still on my belly. "Okay..."
The doctor smiles. "That's good." He stands up and stretches out his hand to help me up.
I take his hand. "Thank you, doctor."
We both walk out of his office and towards the waiting room. The waiting room is filled with expectant mothers, each seated with a man by her side. But here I am, standing alone. Memories of my past life come flooding back. Vincent, the love of my life and the man who got me pregnant, and I were supposed to come here together today for my pregnancy test results but I later came alone because Vincent had some 'urgent business to take care of'.
"Well, Miss Ozumba. I'll see you next week on Tuesday. Alright?" The doctor says, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I nod. "Yes. I'll be here."
The doctor smiles. I walk out of the clinic. Once I'm out of the clinic, my phone rings. I pull out my buzzing phone from my jeans pocket. I look at my phone, the caller's ID 'my one and only' written on the screen. I feel my skin crawl. I pick up the phone.
"Hello?" My tone was detached.
"Baby... Are you alright? You don't sound good." Vincent's annoyingly sweet voice came through the other end of the line. "How did it go?"
I took a deep breath to calm myself. "It went well."
"That's good to hear. I was worried because I wasn't able to be there with you today." He says.
I want to just strangle this two-faced pretentious bastard. I hear some incoherent noises on the phone in the background.
"Baby... I'll talk to you later. I'll come over to your house. Okay?" He says in that infuriatingly sweet tone.
"Yeah, whatever. I have something I want to say." I say and hang up.
I remember from my past life that Vincent's so-called 'urgent business' was to meet up with his side chick, Melissa. Judging by the background noise I heard when we were on the phone means that he was probably banging her somewhere was he was talking to me on the phone. What a douche bag. I can't believe I fell for that idiot. I tuck my phone into my jeans pocket and hail a taxi to go home.
Immediately I got home, I took a shower and put on some fresh clothes. I head to the kitchen to make myself a meal. After eating and clearing the dishes, I sit down on the couch to think about all that happened today.
I had died but somehow I am alive again and back five years in the past. I don't know how this is possible but I'm grateful for this second chance to get Vincent out of my life, stop him from ruining me, love and raise my little boy with all heart, might and soul. I place my hand on my belly and smile.
"I'll give you the best life I can, my little angel. I won't let that man take you away from me. Never. I'll keep you safe, healthy and happy. I promise."