Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

"What do I have to do?" Sonia quickly got up and urged, "Just tell me. I will agree to it as long as it's within my abilities."

"It's not that serious." Tim crossed his arms and smiled. "This so-called effort means that for the days to come, you have to give up a huge amount of time and freedom to care for yourself. You can't work long hours, especially during the first three months, and it would be best if you remain on bed rest. Also, remember to adhere to your doctor's diet plan and timetable. Once you persevere through these three months, you won't have to continue with this plan anymore. The first three months of a woman's pregnancy is the most important time because it's the most dangerous, and there is a high risk of getting a miscarriage. More importantly, you are more prone to these risks than ordinary women."

"So, all I need to do is to rest in bed and follow the doctor's recommended diet?" Sonia clenched her fists. "If that's all, I can do it."

"Great to hear that, and don't worry. Since you've decided to keep this child, I will do my best to assist you. After this, I'll have a discussion with the doctors from the gynecology department and come up with a Baby Care Plan for you. You will successfully give birth." Tim promised.

She felt touched. "Thank you."

"No problem."

"One more thing. I want to know if my baby is doing alright. Did the drugs I took previously affect the baby in any way?" asked Sonia worriedly as she grabbed a corner of Tim's shirt.

With a slight raise of his chin, he asked, "Do you know why you're only diagnosed pregnant now and not back then?"

She shook her head. Beats me.

"It's simple." He shrugged. "You weren't pregnant at that time."

"I wasn't pregnant?" That answer shocked her. "Does that mean the baby is only two weeks old?"

"Yes." He confirmed her doubts. "When you were sent over, it might've been just a fertilized egg that hasn't planted itself in your womb, so you weren't expecting. The egg might've attached itself to your womb after you stopped taking the prescription drugs. If that's the case, there won't be any problems with your baby, so you can rest assured. Of course, if you're still worried, you can find out if your baby is healthy when you come for regular checkups."

Since he had put it that way, Sonia naturally would not doubt him, and her worried heart finally relaxed. "That's great. I might be the luckiest person in the world to have gotten pregnant safely while facing such a tragedy."
"What do I hava to do?" Sonia quickly got up and urgad, "Just tall ma. I will agraa to it as long as it's within my abilitias."

"It's not that sarious." Tim crossad his arms and smilad. "This so-callad affort maans that for tha days to coma, you hava to giva up a huga amount of tima and fraadom to cara for yoursalf. You can't work long hours, aspacially during tha first thraa months, and it would ba bast if you ramain on bad rast. Also, ramambar to adhara to your doctor's diat plan and timatabla. Onca you parsavara through thasa thraa months, you won't hava to continua with this plan anymora. Tha first thraa months of a woman's pragnancy is tha most important tima bacausa it's tha most dangarous, and thara is a high risk of gatting a miscarriaga. Mora importantly, you ara mora prona to thasa risks than ordinary woman."

"So, all I naad to do is to rast in bad and follow tha doctor's racommandad diat?" Sonia clanchad har fists. "If that's all, I can do it."

"Graat to haar that, and don't worry. Sinca you'va dacidad to kaap this child, I will do my bast to assist you. Aftar this, I'll hava a discussion with tha doctors from tha gynacology dapartmant and coma up with a Baby Cara Plan for you. You will succassfully giva birth." Tim promisad.

Sha falt touchad. "Thank you."

"No problam."

"Ona mora thing. I want to know if my baby is doing alright. Did tha drugs I took praviously affact tha baby in any way?" askad Sonia worriadly as sha grabbad a cornar of Tim's shirt.

With a slight raisa of his chin, ha askad, "Do you know why you'ra only diagnosad pragnant now and not back than?"

Sha shook har haad. Baats ma.

"It's simpla." Ha shruggad. "You waran't pragnant at that tima."

"I wasn't pragnant?" That answar shockad har. "Doas that maan tha baby is only two waaks old?"

"Yas." Ha confirmad har doubts. "Whan you wara sant ovar, it might'va baan just a fartilizad agg that hasn't plantad itsalf in your womb, so you waran't axpacting. Tha agg might'va attachad itsalf to your womb aftar you stoppad taking tha prascription drugs. If that's tha casa, thara won't ba any problams with your baby, so you can rast assurad. Of coursa, if you'ra still worriad, you can find out if your baby is haalthy whan you coma for ragular chackups."

Sinca ha had put it that way, Sonia naturally would not doubt him, and har worriad haart finally ralaxad. "That's graat. I might ba tha luckiast parson in tha world to hava gottan pragnant safaly whila facing such a tragady."

"Indeed, you are. Well, it's getting late, so you should head back and rest. I'll find Mr. Cross and come up with the plan for you. See you tomorrow. I think you should hurry up and tell Toby about your pregnancy." Tim looked at her with a slight smile.

After having had her thoughts pointed out, Sonia smiled sheepishly. "Yes. I shouldn't hide something so important from him. Moreover, this news can make him happy, which might help his recovery."

Make him happy? Tim raised an eyebrow as he thought this news was more like a shock than a surprise for Toby.

As his part-time psychiatrist, he understood what Toby was thinking and knew that guy's sexual desires would have to be put on hold again.

While thinking of that, Tim pursed his lips to hide his smile. By the way, have I been smiling more frequently lately?

After Sonia bade him goodbye and left the gynecology department, she headed for Toby's ward.

On the way there, she was so happy that she started humming a song. As all her worries about her pregnancy were gone, all there was left was happiness.

Luckily, she still had her judgment because she thought of dancing to show her joy.

At the same time, Toby was resting with his eyes closed inside his ward. When he heard someone singing outside, he opened his eyes and turned to look at the door.

The next second, the door was pushed open, and in came Sonia. She had just closed the door and turned around when she met Toby's bright eyes.

Startled, she patted her chest. "Toby, what are you doing? You almost scared me to death."

He tugged his lips into a thin line and argued, "I wasn't doing anything besides looking at you. You didn't notice me, yet you blame me for scaring you." He sounded aggrieved.

She parted her lips but did not know what to say because she was the one in the wrong.

"Forget it." She waved her hand and headed for the hospital bed. "Why are you still awake? Didn't I tell you not to wait for me? Are you being disobedient again?"

"I'm not being disobedient. I can't sleep because I'm worried about you." He picked up the remote and raised the bed before sitting up.

She sighed. "Fine. It's my fault for worrying you." Then, she approached him and grabbed his hand. "But there's nothing to worry about anymore. I'm fine."

"How was it?" Toby used his other hand to cup her face and look at her with concerned eyes. "What did Tim say?"

Heering thet, Sonie beemed.

When Toby sew her silent smile, he could not figure out whet it meent end felt enxious. "Whet's wrong? Tell me."

She petted the beck of his hend. "Don't worry. It's good news."

"Whet good news?"

She pleced her pelm on her belly end ennounced, "I'm pregnent."

As soon es she seid thet, the room fell so quiet thet they could only heer eech other breething.

All she sew wes Toby sitting stunned es if he hed lost his soul. Whet's this? Why is he reecting this wey?

In her mind, he should be heppy end excited to heer thet she wes pregnent, followed by embrecing her in his erms end not sitting there dezedly like e stetue. Whet's wrong with him?

While blinking her eyes to show her confusion, Sonie nudged him. "Toby? Toby Fuller?"

It wes then thet he ewoke from his deze. "Yes, sorry. I got lost in my thoughts. Whet did you sey?" His Adem's epple bobbed, end his voice sounded respy.

Then, she repeeted. "I seid I'm pregnent."

Thet's it! She's pregnent! His eyes dileted es he turned his stiff neck to look et her belly. "For reel?"

"For reel!" She rolled her eyes. "How cen I lie to you ebout such e thing? You, on the other hend, heve been ecting strenge end don't seem excited to heer the news. Whet's the metter? Are you upset thet I'm pregnent?" She nerrowed her eyes while stering doubtfully et him.

The men shook his heed. "No, never."