Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

At the hospital, the doctor did not even have time to scold Nick before preparing to give me an injection to prevent miscarriage. I stopped the doctor and stared at Nick to show him my resolve. "What are you waiting for? I told you not to get too emotional! Do you not want the baby anymore? If you didn't want it, why did you get all those shots before?

"Are you the father? Your wife's health is so poor, yet you let her get pregnant and then neglect her. She always comes alone, quietly gets her shots, and leaves.

"Even I, a doctor who's seen it all, find it heartbreaking. You never show up, but she takes good care of the baby. Now you come, and you've upset her to the point of threatened miscarriage!

"Ugh, you're infuriating!" The doctor shook his head. "I'll give you five minutes to talk, then I must come back to administer the injection!"

Nick flipped through my medical records, his face terrifyingly grim. From the moment I knew I was pregnant, I chose the path of pregnancy preservation to avoid another tragedy.

Albumin, protein, HCG, progesterone, enoxaparin, fat supplement, cyclosporine, aspirin, hormone supplement-I took everything offered to keep the pregnancy. From one shot a day to three shots every two days, to two shots a day, I was constantly on edge. Afraid of another tragedy, yet excited for the baby's arrival, my heart was in turmoil.

Nick remained silent, the small room filled only with the sound of turning pages. "Why... why is it like this?

"It's not necessarily your body. It must be this hospital! I'll call Mr. Gardner right away to find specialists for a consultation. How could our child cause us so much worry?"

Nick paced anxiously. "Who's been taking care of you? Did Wendy feed you something bad? How is your body not absorbing any nutrients?"

cook, never once

"Nick..."

him.

Don't move yourself. The conditions here aren't good. I don't trust this hospital. Once you feel a bit better, we'll

smiled at him, shaking my head. "It's too

Nick's face

"I'm bleeding..."

yanked off the blanket, revealing

but it was useless. I would not accept treatment unless he divorced

to leave me, you'd disregard your own health and our child's life?"

that I don't care. The choice is yours. You know what I

smile. His face instantly turned pale and his dark eyes were suddenly clouded. The bleeding increased, and

power, divorce was a small matter that did not have to be delayed until morning.

five minutes later, they spoke again, "Mr. Hawk, the paperwork

his eyes. "You heard them. They