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act two, chapter six

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vittoriacorelone: posting this to state I will forever be a daddy's girl & because my dad can't work his own social media and wanted me to show what he's been cooking recently (it's pasta al limone and it's amazing!!) ❤️

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username: Anton corelone is her dad!!! how did I not know this???

username: omg she's back, honestly though you'd died
  — vittoriacorelone: alive but insanely sick atm

username: can he adopt me please?

florencepugh: can i come over for dinner soon please!!!
— vittoriacorelone: why you acting like you don't already???

" WHY DON'T YOU GO TO THE DOCTORS SWEETIE." I can feel the palm of my dads hand run over my hair as I lie in the fetal position in my childhood room,

I've been here a few weeks now, normally in this position. I don't like being ill, and I especially don't like being ill by myself. So I retreat here, and normally it's only for a few days, but this time whatever illness this is persists for the last week of two.

When you're as ill as I've been since the week I came back from New York, nothings better than my parents company and especially their cooking which seemingly cures all. Yet this particular illness decides to test said parental remedies.

Watching the fourth Harry Potter film, a bowl I've just emptied in my grasp. A untouched cup of tea now probably lukewarm on the bedside table as I try not to be sick again this morning.

I look at him as he stand over, like he has done every time I'm ill. And I give him a weakened smile " it's just a stomach bug, I'll be fine in a couple days." I tell him.

He gives me a unsatisfied look " you said that last week sweetheart." he tells me, because I repeat it to both of my parents and I will do until it becomes true. And that this stomach bug leaves and I'm fine again.

" but this week it's true." I hum, looking at him and trying to give him a smile, " but if you really, want I can get a doctor to tell you that themselves."

My dad nods and rubs his hand over my head again " it would make me worry less." he tells me as I shake my head.

"Dad, I'm twenty five." I say, but he shakes his head almost ignoring what I just said.

" but you'll always be my little girl tori." he hums, and he moves down to kiss the temple of my head, the exact place he has done since I was a baby.

He pulls away and looks at me " go and see a doctor." he tells me and I nod with a soft smile.

" I'll try and get an appointment today." and he nods in agreement as he walks out of the room.

IT'S MY FIRST VENTURE INTO THE CITY IN DAYS. I don't want to be seen so I hide my face with a pair of sun glasses and one of my dad's baseball caps.

I almost throw up on the tube towards the hospital because someone decided to eat a tuna sandwich during the lunch rush on my carriage. I take steady sips of water before I can exit the station onto the street.

Noting the cute dress in the window of some boutique as I walk towards the doctor's surgery. Ignore the billboard of me advertising mui mui that sits on the opposite side of the street. The one where I don't look like the personification of death and didn't throw up before leaving the house.

Walking into the empty waiting room, I smile at the receptionist who does a poor job of pretending she doesn't know who I am. I don't think the billboard helps me either.

Offering a soft smile " uh hi, vittoria corelone." I say, " I have an appointment." I tell her.

Trying to glaze professionalism over the start-struck look in her eyes as she types obnoxiously loud into the computer.

" that's all good, take a seat." she says, her voice shaking slightly. I nod my head and walk towards one of the empty chairs.

My legs fold other one another, taking out my phone and sending a photo of me with a thumbs up to my dad who had been pestering me all morning about this appointment.

I look up to the woman who's sat opposite me, her hand's cradling a child, they're asleep and look so peaceful.

I smile gently as she looks up and clocks me " the first time he's slept in days." she hums " At least that's what it feels like."

Letting out a soft laugh " how old is he?" I ask, she smiles back down at her baby.

" three months, worst sleep of my life." she jokes and lets out a small laugh " but I wouldn't change it for the world."

I feel my heart feel slightly heavy, as she looks back up to me " you have any children?"

My head shakes " no-no." I state, smiling at her "maybe in the future, but I will one day when I'm ready." I say with a hopeful tone, my infamous plan still hanging in the background.

Her head shakes slightly " you'll never be ready, you may think you are one day— but you're not." she tells me, " it's the best surprise though, trust me on that."

I watch her a little longer, before heading my name being called. I stand up and watch as her eyes follow me " I hope everything goes well." I smile.

Soon I sit on the bed of the doctor's office, my feet only just touching the floor — my doctor looks at me, jotting down everything I tell into the computer.

She makes me do a couple tests, which includes a blood test — and if I was queasy already, that test definitely made me feel worse.

And after a few minutes of silence when I've finished and she comes back in with my test results, she gives a hum of thought.

"Miss corelone, when were you last sexually intimate?" a question that takes me off guard, my eyebrows furrow and face scrunches.

I know exactly when I was last sexually active. The Plaza, New York, room 327 — with a certain Irish man I haven't communicated with since I left New York.

Shaking my head, pretending as if I have to scratch my mind " I don't really see why that's relevant- um a few months ago I guess?" I say.

She looks at me, whilst simultaneously typing on the computer " and are you in contact with said sexual partner?"

My face screws up, Is she slut shaming me right now?

I once again shake my head " sorry but I don't really find the relevance of this, I have a stomach bug-"

She spins and gives me a look, " actually miss corelone you are almost two months pregnant." she states and I don't process it.

Instead I do what any sane woman would do. I stare at her with wide eyes until I laugh. I laugh hysterically that soon turns into crying.

Sorry, I meant any sane woman who just found she's pregnant with a man who she hooked up with in New York and hasn't spoken to since.

" no, no." I say wiping stray tears " you must have the wrong test results-" I say definitely with that medical degree that I don't have.

She exhales and I hate that she feels pity, " I guess this isn't what you were expecting." she tells me, and I blubber which I thinks gives her my answer.

We spend the next half hour talking about options, none of which sound appeasing to me — mostly because I'm still in denial that this is anything other than food poisoning.

I tell her I'll think about my next steps, and she discreetly hands me a handful of pamphlets that I stuff into my bag before anyone in the street can see what I'm holding.

Walking towards the tube station, not before rampaging the local boots of all their clear blue pregnancy tests.

As well standing outside a closed baby shop staring absentmindedly at blue and pink cardigans that hang on the tiny mannequins in the mirror.

I go back to my house, knowing if my dad were to ask me what was going on I'd probably break down and cry 'I'm pregnant' like the closing scene of some British soap.

Instead, sitting on my closed toilet lid staring at the thirteen ( I counted them) positive tests that line my bathroom floor by my feet. One held in my hand as I exhale again, placing it amongst the others as I pull out my phone.

IMESSAGE
flo💫

vittoria🌷
I'm pregnant.

vittoria🌷
like, well and truly carrying something in my stomach .

flo💫
are you sure?

vittoria🌷
the doctor confirmed with a blood test but I thought she was lying

vittoria🌷
currently sat in my bathroom with thirteen positive tests.

flo💫
Jesus, how do you feel?

vittoria🌷
like we weren't meant to be having this discussion for another 5 years..

flo💫
not part of the plan?

vittoria🌷
might as well throw the plan in the bin at this point.

flo💫
who's the dad?

vittoria🌷
Paul.

flo💫
Paul? who tf is Paul? are you seeing him?

vittoria🌷
...mescal

flo💫
fucking hell

vittoria🌷
😦

ELLIE SPEAKS🪄
milf vittoria is spawning guys.....