A R I A N A
I sat in the doctor's office, my fingers tapping nervously against my thigh. The room was too quiet, too cold and I was tensed.
The white walls and the smell of antiseptic made my stomach twist. I had been here for what felt like hours, waiting for Dr. Bennett to come back with my results.
What if something's wrong with me? I've been feeling off lately, lots of morning sickness and fatigue, it was becoming disturbing.
So I finally decided to go for a check up.
The door creaked open, and Dr. Bennett walked in, a small smile on her face.
My heart pounded so loud I was sure she could hear it.
"Ariana," she said, sitting across from me. "Your results are in."
I held my breath.
"You're pregnant."
The words hit me like a wave.
Pregnant.
I'm pregnant ?
A baby.
Angelo's and my baby finally after years of trying finally I was going to have a baby?
My hands flew to my stomach, tears burning my eyes.
"Really?" My voice was barely a whisper.
Dr. Bennett nodded. "Yes. About six weeks along. Everything looks perfect."
I couldn't stop smiling as a tear rolled down my eyes.
A baby.
After all this time, after all the months of hoping, it was finally happening.
Angelo was going to be a father.
I can only imagine how happy he'd be, just as much as I was, if anything he was going to be happier.
"Thank you very much" I appreciated getting up.
I marched outside the hospital letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Angelo had been... distant lately. Ever since he got that promotion at work, he'd been buried in files, late-night meetings, and stress.
He barely had time for me anymore and it was disturbing even though I was the reason behind his promotion but it hurt that I didn't get all his attention like I use to.
But maybe, just maybe a baby would bring him back to me... to us.
Tonight was our four-year anniversary. I had planned everything perfectly. Dinner at La Rosa, the most exclusive restaurant in the city.
The one my parents owned.
The one where I would finally tell Angelo the truth.
The truth I had been hiding for years.
I wasn't just Ariana Lopez, the simple girl he fell in love with in college.
I was Ariana Melendez.
The heiress to the Melendez fortune.
My family owned half the city hotels, restaurants, even a few tech companies. But I had hidden it all because I wanted Angelo to love me for me, not for my last name or my money.
But now... now it was time.
I would tell Angelo two life-changing things:
1. We were having a baby.
2. I was a Melendez.
I just prayed he wouldn't hate me for lying.
I really do.
My phone ringing snaps me out of my train of thoughts.