"Using birth control shots can lead to hormonal imbalances and in severe cases, it could affect your future fertility," the doctor said seriously, looking at me. "You’re nearly ten weeks along now and the fetus seems stable. Honestly, you’re lucky to have gotten pregnant this time. If you have a miscarriage now, you might never be able to conceive again."
At that moment, something within me stirred. Perhaps it was a maternal instinct and I made the decision to keep the child.
That evening, Kenneth finally returned. He personally cooked several dishes.
"Nyta, you've lost weight recently," he said, looking at me with concern.
I lowered my eyes. I no longer trusted such false tenderness.
But for the sake of the child, I didn’t want to cause any trouble before leaving.
"It’s just academic pressure," I answered softly.
A gentle smile returned to his face. "Nyta, you're the most outstanding student I've ever taught. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself."
With that, he moved closer to me, pressing me against the dining table.
"Or is it that I haven't taught you enough?"
As he spoke, he leaned down to kiss me, but I turned my head to avoid it.
"I'm not feeling well today," I said.