The doctor, understanding but firm, advised, “Regular prenatal checkups are vital to ensure the baby's health."

Nicole had never imagined the possibility of another child in her life and was overwhelmed by the news. "I understand," she murmured.

She rose to leave, and the doctor reminded her gently, “Discuss this with your husband. Even if you don't visit our hospital, find one nearby to ensure you don't miss any checkups."

As Nicole walked out, still reeling from the shock, she paused at the door and turned back to ask, "Sir, is terminating the pregnancy an option now?"

The doctor, taken aback, inquired, “Do you have other children?"

“I have one," Nicole responded.

Surprised, the doctor mentioned, "This is only your second. Why would you consider not keeping it?"

Observing Nicole, who appeared well-capable of supporting a child, the doctor normally refrained from influencing life decisions unless the patient was already expecting. They would first understand the person's circumstances before discussing the possibility of termination.

Nicole's expression conveyed her turmoil. “I'm not ready for another child right now."

Seeing her resolve, the doctor remarked, “If you're certain, consider a medical abortion soon, before the tenth of next month. After that point, you would require an induced abortion, which can be harsher on your body."

With a gentle sigh, the doctor added, "You're quite striking, and your child would surely be as well. Please take your time to carefully think over this decision."

Nicole nodded appreciatively. “Thank you. I will think it over."

After stepping out of the doctor's office, Nicole slumped onto a nearby bench, overwhelmed by the irony of her situation, pregnant once again with Jarrod's child. It felt as if the fate conspired against her happiness.

She was lost in thought when a familiar voice startled her. "Nicole?"

Looking up, Nicole saw Roscoe approaching.

"What are you doing here? Are you feeling alright?" Roscoe inquired, noticing her distress.

"I..." Nicole fumbled with her test results, concealing them behind her back. "Just some stomach issues."

“Have you had it checked out?" Roscoe asked, concerned. “Do you want me to review the results for you?"

"There's no need," Nicole replied, swiftly stashing the reports into her bag. "It's nothing serious. Don't worry."

She didn't want to add to Roscoe's burdens as he was just beginning to stabilize his life. Masking her worry with a smile, she changed the subject. “Did you get the results for that pill?"