"Twelve weeks and all looks good," Dr. Mehta said to my mom. It wasn't easy telling my mother that I was pregnant. A lot of expected dramas, 'what are people going to say?', 'I am going to beat Aman into pieces', definitely followed but she accepted what had happened. 

What was difficult was to convince her to keep it a secret. She ran into Aman's mom every now and then and they were both on cordial terms. But finally she relented. 

She also fought with me too much about not living with her and then she insisted that she would come live with me but I told her my friends are taking good care of me. Which they are.

Kartik didn't listen to me and told the news to Anidhi and Raven thinking they are the closest to me right now. I have Anidhi visiting me regularly even though she has her own baby to look after her ever since her surrogate delivered. 

As we got of the hospital, my mom who looked really cross with me finally opened her mouth. 

"You should tell him. It's his right you know," she said. 

"He never picked any of my calls then and you are expecting he will do now?" I replied.

"This is the problem with the two of you! Communication gap!" 

I sighed and concentrated on driving back. As I dropped my mom off, I decided to run to the supermarket nearby to get some stuff.

As I was confused between whether I should be eating junk food or not, I could literally feel tears in my eyes. 

"Mira?" I heard someone say. 

I turned around to find Rachit. He had a dazzling smile on. Did he know Aman and I were not living together anymore?

Of course he did. He was not only Aman's cousin but his best friend. For all I know they were at the strip club together. Last time I met him was when he and his wife at visited Aman at his grand mother's place. 

They distracted me from asking him whether we took any precaution or not and then Aman and I also had silly little fight about unfollowing and blocking on social media.

"Hi, Rachit," I managed to say, trying to control my tears. I was crying for chips,  damn it!

"Are you alright?", he asked. His phone rang. "Speak of the devil! It's Aman!" he said cheerfully and then picked up. "Dude I'm coming right outside, be patient! Fine, come get it yourself," he said to Aman on the phone.

Aman was outside and coming in ?

"He can be a little impatient sometimes, right?" he said to me. "Anyway, are you okay?"

I started feeling really weird. Like my body had lost all it's energy and my feet were no longer controlled my gravity. Everything seemed to turn black and I could see Rachit's mouth forming words, saying something to me but I could not hear him anymore. 

And then everything became completely dark. 

**

"It's nothing to worry about. Dizziness is completely normal in the -twelth week of pregnancy Aman," I heard Dr. Mehta say to Aman. Dr. Mehta was my doctor was the past three years and Aman knew her well. I did not tell her about the divorce but I did tell her about who the father was.

But the father didn't know anything and I was afraid to open my eyes. 

"She probably suffered low blood sugar, I am writing down a list of all foods she should be eating. Make sure she is eating well," she continued.

I opened my eyes.  Finding myself in an all white room. 

"See, she is awake already. You were worried for nothing. Are you alright now?" she asked Aman. 

Ten minutes later, he was still silently looking at me. He hadn't spoken a word except saying 'ok' to the doctor. I was being discharged in an hour and he told the doctor he would take me home. 

"You are...,"

"Yes." I replied.

"And I am..,"

"Yes."

He sighed and became silent again. 

"I didn't go to Mumbai and I am not going to," he said finally.

"Hey, don't disrupt your plans because of me. You should know I don't expect anything from you," I said. 

"Of course you don't," he said sarcastically.

So he was still angry with me. 

"You didn't pick any of my calls," I said to him.

"Let's not discuss this now Mira. We have more important things to take care of," he said. 

I didn't say anything after that. As I changed back into my clothes, Aman did all the paper back. But he wasn't my spouse anymore so I had to take care of some of it. 

I followed him in his car and sat in the backside. Rachit was already on the passenger seat and even he looked shocked. 

There was a wave of awkwardness in the air. 

I decided to break it. 

"So how is Anisha, Rachit?" I asked.

"Quite well. She is doing better now that her brother is out of trouble," he said.

"What happened to him?"

"Didn't Jai tell you? He told me that he spoke on the phone with you?" Jai was Aman's younger brother. 

"No, he never did. Last time I spoke to him, he told me that Aman was caught up in a strip club and that to call him back in the morning," I said. 

Aman looked at me through the rear view mirror trying to see my expression and then for the first time since we got in the car, he spoke. "And you thought I was there having fun, didn't you?"

"Fun, hah! We wish. My brother in law got in trouble with the owners. Apparently one of the strippers blamed him for sexually abusing her. She was lying though, trying to make some money off him. Your husb-...Aman right here, saved his ass!" Rachit said. "Can always count on you bro, for turning up even at three in the morning!" He said to Aman, patting his shoulder.

Uh-oh. 

"He can do that but not pick even one call from me," I said. 

"You gave up in just one week! Jai said that you didn't even call him back after he told you to do so," Aman said.

"One week of endless calls is less?"

"It is! I made my grandmother lie to you just so I could have a chance at living with you again. I thought maybe if we lived together, some things might turn right between us. But you were busy dating that other guy or fighting with me. Then you hurt me so bad and don't even think to apologize personally."

"I think...I am..," it was becoming difficult to talk.

"You think you what? Run away again?" he said angrily. 

"Throw up...,"

"Not my car, bro!" Rachit said. "Give her a plastic bag or something!"

"Mira, you are extremely good at changing topics but this isn't going to work now! When were you planning on telling me you were pregnant?"

"Aman, I am not changing...," It was becoming increasingly hard to control myself. 

"Aman, stop the car. I have to take Anisha on a date today," Rachit said.

He stopped the car and I rushed down. Five minutes later he handed me a bottle of water. I took the support of the car and leaned on it, sighing. This pregnancy thing was hard. 

Suddenly he touched my stomach. "You are not showing yet, is this normal?" he asked.

"Yes..," I said. Even if it was just my stomach but just a little touch from him made me feel better. In fact just his presence made my mood better even though he was so angry at me. "By the way, take a left from here. I got a new place. I am over at the other street. Five minutes away from mom."

"You are staying on your own?"he asked. "No wonder you are fainting. Nobody is there to take care of you. What if you faint again?"

Rachit had gotten out by now and was listening in. "Why don't you stay with her? Anisha and I could have the place to ourself for today then. It's our anniversary today and as much as we love you, we would like our privacy for today."

Both me and Aman looked at him confused.

"What? Stop looking at me like this thing makes you uncomfortable. You already made a baby together after getting divorced, didn't you?"

Well, that caused me to turn red. 

"Well, get in and we will decide later," Aman said to me. "Are you feeling better now?"

I nodded. I was indeed feeling better and not only because I had thrown up but because he was finally here. 

And I was going to do anything to get him back. Even if he hates me right now.