Chapter 52

Elyana's POV 'I-I can be a mother?' I thought as I froze in the shotgun seat while Felicity drove me back to the mansion after we left the restaurant. I couldn't let out any words after hearing what my best friend revealed on our way home. I wanted to ask questions, but no words were coming out of my mouth because there were many emotions and thoughts inside my heart at that moment. My tears continued falling; however, at that time, it was not sadness or pain anymore. I was beyond grateful for that great news, and, to be honest, I felt like asking Felicity to take me somewhere for a drink. Not for a drink to celebrate. I was thinking of finding a man to do what was needed to fulfill my greatest desire for so long as a woman. However, I was certain that Bakla wouldn't agree to that kind of idea. That's why I chose to stay in the seat while crying my heart out with gratitude. 'Oh God! I'm very sorry for blaming you for my misfortune. I didn't even know I was blaming the wrong person,' I cried in silence. As I did so, Felicity continued sharing what he heard from Quintin while driving. He started from the day Lucas got the result of his infertility test until the present. He knew he came here to try to convince me to come back to him, but how would you accept someone if you knew somebody else had been using him for so long, and for that long? I couldn't erase the disgust I was feeling for him. However, at the back of my mind, something was whispering; screaming to give him a chance because what he did was to protect me from Diane, but he failed in that because he broke my heart too much. I was thinking about those, which made my heart ache so much. It was a bitter pain, yet there was something sweet because the truth finally prevailed. We reached the mansion, and he told me to rest. He guided me to my room and made sure I was comfortable on the bed before he left. I wasn't sleepy, but I felt I needed to regain my energy. Just looking at the ceiling and thinking about things, I imagine myself at all stages of motherhood—all happy days. These thoughts formed a smile on my lips, especially on the part where I heard a child calling me mommy, which was too precious. The next day, I convinced Bakla to take me to a gynecologist. He knew someone in Pasay, and there he took me too. About Quintin, I didn't know where he was. He hadn't called or texted since the day Lucas appeared. He made me think he was afraid to show up, but I was not even mad at him. Honestly, I wanted to thank him. Both of them protect me. According to Bakla, Lucas has ordered someone to follow me since I arrived in the Philippines. So all this time, I was being followed without my knowledge. Felicity went outside and left me with pregnant women around. His secretary called, and I told him I'd be fine even though I was restless in my seat. I tried looking around to find something that would distract my mind, and my eyes landed on the pregnant woman sitting next to me when he suddenly sighed heavily. We were sitting on a long, comfy bench. I turned my head in her direction, and I saw joy in her face. "S-she kicked," I heard her utter to her husband sitting next to her. The man placed his hand on his wife's belly to try to feel the next kick from the child. I could see how happy they were through their faces, and I got teased enough to ask, "First baby?" They both looked at me with a sweet smile on their lips. They nodded at me while saying, "Yes." "A she?" I asked next while smiling at them. I heard her refer to the child as she, but they might think I was a creep to eavesdrop, which is why I asked. "Honestly, we don't know yet. We wanted it to be a surprise, just like in the old days," she answered with enthusiasm and excitement in her eyes. "Mrs. Vargas?" All our attention went to the secretary after she called out a name. "I'm here!" the pregnant woman next to me announced, and she excused herself from me because it was finally her turn. When the seat next to me was finally empty, a middle-aged woman sat in exchange. "Are you with that famous matchmaker, beautiful?" she asked as soon as she sat down, catching my attention completely. "Mom!" A girl younger, sitting on the other bench, called the woman. She seemed so young and yet pregnant, but that was not my concern anymore because her mother seemed to be getting nosy; however, the woman seemed not to care. They seemed rich based on how they dressed, especially the lady sitting next to me. She was wearing thick gold jewelry and carrying a luxury bag. "Are you with him?" She repeated that which caught my attention and stopped me from examining her. I didn't know why she was asking, but because it seemed she wouldn't leave me without getting an answer, I entertained her. "Y-yes, he's with me." I smiled at her, thinking that was all he wanted to know, but there was more. Her expression brightened with my answer. I could even see the excitement in her eyes. "Is he your boyfriend?" I automatically raised an eyebrow at this question. A grin formed on the corner of my lips. I wanted to laugh, but knowing my best friend, his career, appearance, and achievements in life—even if he was as soft as a woman, anyone or any girl he would date must feel lucky if Felicity Martincu asked them out. While the woman waited for my next reply, I could hear her daughter repeatedly calling her. She was asking her to return to her original seat, but her mother wasn't listening. "Then why are you both here? Are you pregnant too, just like my daughter and the father of the child is the famous matchmaker?" She continued as she turned her head back to me. I was dumbfounded by the kind of imagination the woman had. She was more like a reporter doing an ambushed interview in a random place. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not pregnant, and that gay is not my boyfriend," I replied. Her shoulders dropped. I saw how much she gasped. She was silent for a few seconds like the answer was not something she wanted to hear from me. "Such a waste," she murmured, bowing her head with too much disappointment. "I agreed," I answered. She was stunned when I agreed, and she instantly lifted her head to level with mine. "I'm very sorry to pry about your private life. I only feel—you know. Knowing how he stands among men," she uttered and paused for a few seconds before continuing, "Since I saw him in the magazine, he instantly made me curious about his life. We could line him up with hunks and those celebrity heartthrobs." I listened. All those things she said were true. I couldn't deny that Bakla was good-looking. It was too easy to imagine how he could be as a man because he had a twin brother. "His genes are a real waste. If only I am young like you at this time, I will beg him to give me a child." She exclaimed and chuckled. I got carried away by her laughter and I laughed along with her. Even I knew that was not completely a joke. "M-Mom!" Her pregnant daughter called her again and by this time, louder. She seemed embarrassed when I looked at her. Her mother's laughter stopped and she immediately apologized to me. "It's okay," I politely replied and went back to the bench where she originally seat. The couple with whom I had a short conversation came out of the door they went in. The woman waiting across from us at the desk called my name. It was already my turn. I looked into the front door of the clinic expecting to see Felicity, but he was out of sight. I had no choice but to go in by myself. "Hello, Elyana! Come in. Have a seat." A young female OB-Gyne said right after I entered the door. I took a seat on the chair she pointed at, and before I could settle, she started asking, "So, you're here to confirm if you have a chance? But before that, where is that gay? I saw him with you when you arrived." "He went out earlier to take a call," I answered, a bit unsure because he might have left me at that time. He had been out for a few minutes, so he might have left already to go to his office to fix whatever trouble it had there. "I see," she uttered as her eyes went up and down, checking on me. I suddenly thought that maybe she was also suspecting I had a relationship with Felicity, so before she could ask and think about it, I already took the initiative to clear it up. "Felicity and I are only best friends, and we don't have any relationship greater than that," I said, which made her chuckle. "I-I wasn't even saying anything—but I'm surprised that you seemed to know what I was thinking," she uttered jokingly. "Well, it's obvious how you look at me, doc, and you're like the mother of your patient outside. She asked me the same question already." "That's what I saw on the monitor earlier then. Felicity is that popular, especially here in my clinic. Do you know how many times someone came to me to convince Felicity to be their donor when they found out that we knew each other? What something funny, some of them don't want their husband to impregnate them and they desperately want a child from your best friend," she shared. She was laughing while telling me that story. I just looked at her and gaped slightly. I couldn't believe that gay was in demand, and the doctor before me justified what the woman outside told me about. "So, let's get started. Let's not wait for him," she said after she composed herself from laughing. Their statements gave me images of how truly famous my best friend was. I kind of felt proud and, at the same time, realized that for the years I was away from him, there were things that I hadn't known so much about him. I knew he was famous, but what I discovered that day was something new and I can't wait to learn more about him in the days that would come. I underwent some tests. Felicity told me we could trust the doctor he took me to, and Lucas wouldn't be able to fake the results because we could wait for the result on the same day. There were a few tests and the last, she asked me to lay on a bed, spread my legs wide open, and insert a tiny camera to get the samples she needed to find out what I came for there.