Coming to my senses, I said to the other end of the phone, "Ask Dustin to go with me to the hospital for a prenatal examination tomorrow."
"Okay, but I can't guarantee that he'll go..."
I couldn't be bothered with her stupid provocation and hung up the phone
I thought to myself, "Not ever again."
I closed my eyes wearily and held back the nausea and bitterness in my throat. Subconsciously, I raised my hand to touch my lower abdomen.
Baby, do you think Daddy will let us down?
The next day, I waited at the hospital from 7 a.m. to 2 p.m.
I registered again and again, but Dustin didn't show up.
In the past, every time I had a check-up, Dustin would take me to the hospital. Even if it was weekdays, he would ask for leave.
He knew better than me about many things to pay attention to about the examinations.
In his words, it was a blessing for me to be willing to give birth to a child for him.
If he couldn't share my burden, he would be too ashamed to say that he was my husband.
Disappointed, I took out my phone and dialed his number.
Nearly half an hour later, the call was connected.
Dustin's voice was rough as he gasped for breath. "Angelica, I was busy just now. What's the matter?"