Broken Trust - Pt. 3

India, please talk to me.

Can we please just talk?

I need to see you… Hold you.

Baby, give me another chance.

I swear I’ll never keep anything from you again.

I need you.

Her finger hovered over the block button. She knew she needed to cut him out completely, but a part of her still hesitated, the wound too fresh to fully close off. Suddenly, the door opened, and her doctor stepped in, holding a file in his hands. As soon as she saw the look on his face, her heart began to race. 

“What is it, doctor?”

“India,” he began, his voice calm but grave, “we’ve completed your tests, and…” he paused and looked her directly in the eyes. “You’re pregnant.”

The room seemed to tilt slightly, the words echoing in her ears as if they were spoken from a great distance. “Pregnant?” she repeated, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her mind raced, trying to process the information. This was the last thing she had expected, the last thing she had prepared for. “But…but you said it wasn’t possible, that I’d never be able to get pregnant.”

“I remember, India,” he took a deep breath, nodding sympathetically. “Your previous tests showed that it would be extremely difficult for you to conceive naturally but sometimes, the body surprises us. It’s rare, but it happens.”

India sat back in her chair, her mind spinning. For years, she had come to terms with the idea that she would never have children. It was a loss she had grieved privately, a reality she had accepted, even if it wasn’t what she had wanted. Her heart clenched as her thoughts turned to Malcolm. How could this be happening now, just when she had decided to walk away from him forever? 

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. The tears she had been holding back began to spill down her cheeks, and she buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed by the weight of it all.

“It’s okay to feel overwhelmed, India.” He rested a comforting hand on her shoulder. “This is a lot to take in, and you don’t have to make any decisions right now. Take some time, think it over, and we’ll be here to support you with whatever you choose to do next.”

India nodded, trying to steady her breathing. Everything had changed in an instant, and she didn’t know what to do next. 

That night, Keisha leaned forward, eyes wide in shock as India recounted the meeting with Malcolm, the doctor’s appointment, and the fact that she’d been told she couldn’t have children.

"Girl, this is a whole new level of complicated," Keisha said, pouring herself another glass of wine. “I guess you won’t be needing this!” she grabbed India’s wine glass. 

India managed a weak laugh, but her eyes were distant, focused on some point beyond the room. “Tell me about it,” she muttered, rubbing her temples. “I mean what are the odds on this happening now and with Malcolm of all people!”

“So, what are you going to do?”

‘Well,” India stared at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, the weight of her choices pressing on her. "I've always wanted a child," she said softly. “Maybe this is life’s twisted way of giving me what I want.” She sighed, feeling the truth of her words settle in her chest. “Malcolm doesn’t have to be a part of it. I can do this on my own.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s you.” Keisha hugged her friend. “You’re one of the strongest people I know and I will be here to help you every step of the way”

“Thanks, hun.”

Weeks later, India sat in her apartment, nails tapping the phone in her hand. She had been thinking about this moment for days, debating whether or not to tell Malcolm about the baby. She knew it would be a huge decision—one that would change everything. Finally, she typed out a message: 

We need to talk. It’s important.

She stared at the screen, her heart pounding as she waited for his reply. It came within seconds: 

Of course. When and where?

India hesitated, thumb hovering over the keyboard. She thought about the future, about the kind of life she wanted for her child. She imagined the complications, the potential for more lies and betrayal. Did she really want to invite that kind of uncertainty into her life again… into her child’s life?

As all the different outcomes churned in her mind, she suddenly made a decision. Her thumb moved swiftly, deleting the conversation, and re-blocked his number. She couldn’t risk putting her child through that kind of pain. Her hands shook slightly as she sat her phone down, but a sense of calm washed over her. She had made her choice. There would be challenges ahead, and she knew she would forever wonder if she made the right decision. But for now, she was doing what she felt was best for herself and her baby.

THE END

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