Chapter 67

Elyana's POV I woke up early and didn't tell anyone where I would be heading. My parents were both still sleeping and it was still dark around six in the morning. It was cloudy at that time and the wind was cold. I knew I was earlier than the time Doctor Chelsea told us to come, but I was beyond excited and at the same time nervous. I couldn't even sleep long enough, but I felt I had enough energy to go on from that day onward. I left the house wearing an outfit that anyone would think I went for a jog in so that, in case they became suspicious of where I went, I could easily prove where I went. The clinic was still closed when I came. Doctor Chelsea's secretary arrived around seven and she immediately let me in. I sent Florentin a message to inform him I was already there, and he replied twenty minutes later, telling me he was on his way. After a few minutes, the secretary received a call. She turned to me when she put the phone down. "The doctor told me to prepare you now, Miss Elyana." I stood when I heard it and followed her into a room. She guided me to a clean restroom and gave me a hospital gown to wear, She also handed me a hairnet before she let me inside a small room where I could change clothes. My heart was pounding and when I was inside the restroom, it seemed I could hear it. I took a deep breath to try to calm it but it was too much, so I quit when I couldn't. "This is it," I murmured after leaving the restroom. The secretary was waiting for me outside and I followed her again to a room where the procedure would be done. Fifteen minutes after eight, Doctor Chelsea arrived. She smiled at me when our eyes met and she put on her mask before coming closer to the inclined bed where I was lying down. "How do you feel?" She asked under the mask when she came closer. "Nervous," I answered and sighed. "Don't be nervous, it will affect the result of this. I advise you to think about how eager you are to have a child and think of things you want to do once you have already held your baby in your arms," she advised. "Think of happy thoughts," she added and as they prepared the equipment, I was there on the bed doing what she said. After a few minutes, the door on the left side suddenly opened. A woman holding a tray with a vial came in. She handed it to the doctor and I immediately thought that was Quintin's donation. I was right, that was what we were waiting for. The real procedure started and took place within a few minutes. I felt like I was over the moon. There was a slight discomfort, but I was already expecting that before coming into the clinic. I felt warmth go in and I heard Doctor Chelsea joke that she could sell the remaining specimen because there were more left. The procedure went well. Doctor Chelsea let me rest for a while before letting me go home. I felt like nothing happened when I left the clinic. I was trying to look around to see if I could find Quintin's car outside, but I couldn't find his car. I thought of calling him, but I changed my mind too. I decided to text him instead with just a plain, "Thank you." I was already home when I tried to feel my body to see if there were any slight changes, but there was nothing. She told me to return after a week or two to find out if it was successful or if I needed to repeat the same procedure, even though she said that there was a good chance that something would develop because my body seemed ready for that day. Quintin didn't text or call me after that. I was expecting to see him around when I left the clinic, but there was not a single sign of him when I left. I waited for a reply to the messages I sent, thanking him, but I already reached home and there wasn't anything from him. I knew how weird that was, yet, I had no choice but to think of possibilities like he received a call from his office asking him to come over right away or he needed to travel and he was on the road, driving. As much as possible, I didn't want to make him think I was being paranoid because I hadn't received any news from him. I was quite worried, but I was ashamed to go and see him after he donated his sp*rm. To distract my mind. I tried to spend the day just like normal. I went out again with my parents to meet old friends of theirs, trying to meet new people again but I was uninterested when they tried to introduce a man to me. My after got consumed at the party we went to. We returned home late and that was the same moment I received a reply from Quintin. "How are you doing?" was his message. I reached my room and was about to type a response when it suddenly rang. Quintin was calling. I chose to answer the call instead of going back to typing my response, which was supposed to be his. "Hey, I'm doing good. How about you?" I responded right after pressing the accept button on my phone screen. It was too late when I realized that my question seemed inappropriate. "I'm fine," he answered. I was in silence after that. All I did was bite my lower lip because of the thought that I was talking to the man who gave me that different warmth inside me that morning. There was too much awkwardness, I could say, however, it was unexplainable compared to any other kind of awkward situation.