His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies

When I walked into the clinic with my hoodie pulled over my head I had hoped for it to be a quick visit, jexpected for them to remove the baby as soon as possible, but they didn’t.

In the morning I woke up feeling anxious and perhaps even excited to get rid of the baby but each time I’d feel guilty and thought about how much I wanted to have something of my own. If I had this child I walone, but if I had this child it would be yet another mouth to feed and babies were expensive. The costs year shocked me and definitely helped me with my decision.

That amount of money on top of what I had to pay for myself was ridiculously much and unrealistic. For much extra I would have to work as hard as a horse.

As if speaking over the phone wasn’t enough, I had yet again another assessment appointment before thabortion would even be arranged. As each day passed I got more and more attached to the baby growinand at times would even touch my flat tummy which barely showed any signs of pregnancy.

I understood both the counselor and doctor were doing their job, but questions as to why I wanted to haand where the father was made me doubt myself and wonder if it was more so fear over money. Fear of alone and fear of not being able to tell Christian in case he calls me names or rejects the baby. The last thfor someone like Christian was to accept the baby with open arms. Would he even like children? Did he echildren?

Every now and then the counselor asked me if I was still sure about my decision, and that would probablfact of me pulling strange faces after hearing about the process, associated risks and complications, and face when I heard the price and learned that it’s not covered by my insurance.

I had not prepared myself for another ultrasound and had promised myself to not look at the screen, butmyself when I heard a heartbeat. Something inside of me, something which wouldn’t betray me or walk almost everyone did, and it had a heartbeat.

I had not noticed I was crying until I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but surprisingly enough I wasn’t sad.because of happiness, I was crying because I couldn’t remember the last time that I had focused on listeheartbeat, including my own but yet here I was, listening to my baby’s heartbeat. My baby…

Whenever those words went through my head I would have a change of mind and thought about what lYes, a thirteen-week old baby which I did not plan on having turned out to be the first thing in a very lonme happy tears.

that I didn’t sign anything. When the doctor remotransducer from my stomach I had almost yelled at him to put it back but wasted no time

all I told him as he gave me a look of pity. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, aput

said back irritated and pulled my hoodie over my hefollow up appointment?” The doctor

could really use that money towards diapers!” I told him a bit too enthusiastic

but I’m fine. Thank you for everything, inclultrasound but I really have to go now, bye!” That was all I said

be a mommy and take care

hahappy smile on my face but for the first time since I had found out about my

first thing that went through my head when I walked out of the clinic. I walked to thethinking of ways to get a stable job for my unborn baby but just as I was about to unlock my car

He asked me while grabbing both of my shoulders. I shrugged him oa step back so I was glued

reason why he here. Did Christian know I was pregnant and

knows-“ I spoke but stopped mid-sentence when Marc’s

asked, and that was all it took for me to frozeof answers. “You were planning on getting an abortion and you didn’t tell him?” Marc asked for confirmathat he might report back to Christian so I kept

pregnant?” He asked again, busounded disappointed and I felt

keep an eye on me? Would he know about the preghe have sneaked in my house late at

he was reading my mind and I immediately feltdid you