The silence inside the sterile hospital room felt deafening. Luna sat there, rigid, her fingers trembling against the white sheet that covered her legs. The coldness of the room seeped into her bones, but her body was aflame—her mind still trying to process what the nurse had told her just minutes ago. Pregnant.
Her breath hitched, and she tried to ground herself, staring at the sterile wall in front of her, but her heart refused to slow down. Every beat echoed like a hammer, as though mocking her for daring to think life could not become more complicated.
The door clicked open, soft rubber soles brushing the tiled floor. A middle-aged doctor with kind yet discerning eyes entered, glancing at Luna’s chart before approaching her bed. He offered a smile, but there was no mistaking the seriousness in his expression.
“How are you feeling now?” the doctor asked, his voice calm, almost too calm for the storm raging inside her.
Luna blinked at him, her throat constricting. The words that spilled out were broken, hesitant.
“Am I… am I really pregnant? Like the nurse said?”
The doctor’s eyes softened, but his nod was firm, professional. “Yes, Miss Luna. You’re six weeks pregnant.”
Six weeks. The words rang in her ears, almost unbearable to hear. Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first. She felt her hand move instinctively, pressing against her abdomen, flat under the hospital gown. Six weeks…
Her vision blurred. She remembered.
That night. Her engagement party, when emotions had run high, when she had been vulnerable, defenseless against the pull of the man who had shattered her in every possible way. Keifer. The way he had kissed her with a fire that burned through her resolve. The way she had let herself fall despite the chaos surrounding them.
And then her wedding night. A night of desperate touches and unspoken confessions, a surrender in the dark when their hearts betrayed everything their minds had tried to bury.
Her hand pressed harder against her stomach, the truth heavy, almost suffocating. She was going to be the mother of Keifer’s child.
The thought made her shiver. Keifer, who was her love and her destroyer. Keifer, who was the reason for every scar she carried, both seen and unseen. And now—his child growing inside her.
Her trance shattered when the doctor cleared his throat sharply.
“Miss Luna,” he said, his tone more stern now, “do you realize what this means? You have to take better care of yourself. I reviewed your medical history… the number of accidents you’ve had in the past, the trauma your body has gone through—it’s shocking that you conceived at all. Frankly speaking, it’s a miracle.”
Luna’s head jerked up, her eyes wide. Miracle? She almost laughed at the irony. To her, it didn’t feel like a miracle at all. It felt like fate playing its cruelest trick.
The doctor’s words pierced through her haze, each one laced with warning. “You can’t afford to neglect yourself anymore. No more skipped meals, no sleepless nights, no reckless behavior. Do you understand? If you want to keep this child safe, you’ll need to prioritize your health above everything else.”
His tone had shifted into a scolding rhythm now, like a father admonishing a stubborn daughter. Luna barely heard half of it. Her hand remained glued to her stomach, a protective gesture she hadn’t expected. Was she already… attached? The thought terrified her more than anything else.
Keifer’s child. Their child.
Her chest tightened painfully, and she struggled to breathe past the lump in her throat.
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THE MAFIA QUEEN
Fanfiction--- Jasper Jean Mariano - known simply as Jay Jay - was just another face in the crowded halls of HVIS, Section E. To most, she was a common student, a quiet girl battling the usual high school chaos - insecurities, fears, and a world that sometimes...
