Impregnated By The Two Alphas

“You’re pregnant!”

Those two words ring in my ears, bringing the whole world to a halt. For a moment, I can’t hear the whir of the small electric fan at the end of the doctor’s desk, I can’t hear the small noises that had been coming filtered through his thin carbon-fiber door. At that moment, I cannot feel the relatively cool air of the hospital room on my skin. My heart skips a beat and my eyes lock on the doctor’s kind face.

“No,” I breathe, “no, it cannot be.”

The smile on the doctor’s face falls, replaced by one of careful understanding.

“You and your partner had not been planning for this?” he asks, his voice low as he takes a seat on the doctor’s chair.

I shake my head, “no, we weren’t. We always used protection. He always wore a…a condom, and I took birth control. Neither of us slipped since we began this.”

And oh, did I remember the beginning so clearly. It had been him that approached me, smiling at me when I thought had been invisible to the likes of him. I knew that I was not bad to look at, in fact, I know that I had a certain reputation amongst my designation, but until then I did not realize that my image could make men like him take a second look at me as well.

And he had done more than take a second look.

“Are you sure?” I ask the doctor again, just to be certain “I mean, there could have been a mistake in the test, right?”

The doctor shakes his head, “Arielle, you did a pregnancy test at home as well and it gave you a positive result. Now, we had done one here in the hospital too. Now, I could do another, just to alleviate your suspicions, but let me tell you now, it’s just going to be a waste of money. It will render the same result. You are pregnant, coming along for 5 weeks. We need to do a scan to see the situation of the fetus, but so far, it all looks like a wealthy healthy pregnancy.”

Then he asks me, “did you and your partner not want kids?”

“It’s not that,” I reply, “It’s just that we never talked about it. We aren’t married or anything and…” I gulp, “it was only meant to be a monogamous partnership. We can’t marry, even if we wanted to.”

The doctor’s eyes widen, “Oh, it’s like that, huh.”

I nod.

“Well, in that case, I believe you are due to have a long and meaningful talk with this partner of yours,” says the doctor, his tone one of finality, “and I wish you the best of luck, but in case that you don’t find the option of keeping the child…unavailable, then know that we can help you. With adoption after the baby is born, or even abortion.”