I Want You Back

Angel Leffman

I have to do something because one of these days, Sofia is going to kill me with anguish over her crisis. We're here again at the hospital, and I bet she can have her membership because of how often she's here. "Don't worry, son, this is normal," Gerard assured me.

"Perhaps for you, who's used to her crisis, but she might just kill me with worry."

"This time, I don't think her sugar is the problem." Mary butted in, and we turned to her.

I did not think too much and massaged my temple. "Sugar, stress, nerves, whatever it is, I'm going to have to start controlling it because it will destroy my sanity. Could it be that the doctor is not giving her the right medication?" "Angel, I have seen her since she was a child, and she has had uncontrolled seizures this year," my father-in-law said. "But I agree with you; we must control her sugar better."

"I don't understand; she is eating more than normal lately; she can finish a whole meal by herself." I wondered, and Mary laughed.

"I think her appetite will last a little longer, and again, sugar is not the problem this time."

Gerard and I looked at each other. "Do you know what she's talking about?" I muttered to him as we stared at Mary.

Gerard shook his head at his sister. "No, I stopped paying attention to her craziness a long time ago. Let's just wait and see what the doctor says."

"Good evening." The doctor greeted us when he entered the room.

"Hello, Paul, how is my daughter?"

"Very well, better than ever," Paul replied with a bright smile on his face.

"Better than ever? We're at the hospital because she had a crisis." Is this guy crazy or what?

Paul was unfazed by my outburst. "This time, her sugar had nothing to do with it; it's within its normal limits."

"I told you," Mary interjected with a huge smile on her face.

"Then why did she faint?"

"I already ordered to do some tests. The results should be available in a couple of hours. Sofia is in the room; do you want to see her?"

"What kind of question is that?" I asked in sarcasm. "Where is she?"

"On Room 109," I went straight to where she was to find her lying down while eating jelly.

Are you serious right now?

"Hi! Want some?" She offered and showed me the jelly. "It's so delicious!"

"Princess, are you okay?" Gerard asked when he arrived with Mary behind him.

"Yes, Dad, I don't know what happened; I got up and everything was spinning."

"We were worried sick, and you're here, eating jelly."

"Paul brought it to me because I saw a child in the emergency room eating, and he provoked me. If you had been there, I would make you buy it for me," Sofia tells me while rolling her eyes. "They didn't let us pass; it's a restricted area," I defended myself.

"It doesn't matter; that takes away one point." She scoffed, and I was stunned.

"It's not my fault that I wasn't allowed there. We've been out there worried about you for a while, and now you want to fight." I complained in disappointment.

"Do not yell at me. Dad, he's yelling at me!" Sofia complained to her dad with a pout and started crying.

This must be some kind of joke.

"I'm not shouting, I'm just..."

"Son, you don't need to explain to her," Mary interrupted us. "If I were you, I'd better get used to those mood swings for a while and just say yes to everything."

""Get used to it? It's going to drive me crazy."

"Now am I driving you crazy? Dad, did you see that he doesn't love me anymore?" Sofia continued to tell me while crying.

"I'm not saying that I don't love you, for God's sake." I refuted, all stressed out, and Mary laughed.

"Oh, this is entertaining." I shot her a look of annoyance. My father-in-law tries to console Sofia, and I try to understand her because I'm about to lose my mind. "Dear, better finish eating your jelly," she gently told Sofia, giving me a stern look. "You better give it to her so she'll be happy." "I don't think she'll let me get close," I replied, skeptical, and shot Sofia a reluctant look.

"Just go; she'll get over it, and you better get used to it. I remember I was worse with my poor Ben."

""Who is Ben?"

"Vanessa's dad," she answered, and she pushed me to the bed. "Go on."

Everyone in this family is crazy, I swear.

"Sofia, come, finish eating the gelatin," I told her as I grabbed a spoonful, and she reluctantly began to eat. I gave her two more spoonfuls before she said that she didn't want it anymore. "Do you feel better?" "I already told you that I feel fine. I want to go home already."

"We'll wait for Paul to bring the results of the tests she took, then we'll leave," I gently told her, caressing her hair before guiding her to my chest. "I was worried sick when you fainted."

"It wasn't my intention; I just got dizzy all of a sudden; that never happens in my crises. I felt weak and my vision darkened, but it's the first time I've gotten dizzy."

"Apparently, it wasn't the sugar this time," Gerard says. "Paul said you're healthy, and your sugar is within its limit."

"Then why did I faint? Perhaps because of stress," she told me, looking up at me. I just shrugged because I had no idea.

An hour passes between talks and Sofia's desire to be discharged.

"Hello," Paul finally said. "Here is my favorite patient."

"Tell me I can go home," Sofia begged with a groan, and Paul chuckled.

"You said it wasn't her sugar, so why did she faint?" I asked, expecting a clear answer.

"Surely the stress, Angel. I've already gotten rid of all the pressures, so I just have to reduce the stress."

"I agree with you; you should prevent yourself from getting too stressed. You must eat healthy and sleep well. We have to control your sugar, especially in your condition."? "What do you mean by her condition?"

"Wait, Paul! Don't tell them yet; I want to record this," Mary said, fumbling with her phone. This woman is crazy. "Alright, action!" Paul laughed at her antics.

"Sofia, Angel, congratulations; you are going to be parents." What?

"What?!" Sofia screamed while I was shocked and couldn't believe what I heard. "Again with that?"

"Are you sure, Paul?" I asked when I snapped back to reality.

""Exams don't lie."

"Paul, I'm not pregnant," Sofia denied, and she didn't seem happy. "They had already told us this before; we ordered the tests to be repeated, and it was a false alarm." "But it's what the exams say, Sofia."

"And the symptoms agree," Mary added. "Besides, Angel has nausea."

I gently pulled away from Sofia. "Paul, is there a way to confirm if I am pregnant?"

"I'm not; I think I'd know if I'm pregnant." Sofia quickly shuts me down.

"But your aunt is right, Princess. You have sudden mood swings, a lot of appetite, and now you faint," Gerard said, and I almost hugged him in appreciation.

"Also, your breasts have increased; you are more sensitive, plumper, and quite fiery," I added, and I received a slap in my arm from Sofia.

"Angel Leffman! You can't say those things in front of other people!" She wasn't satisfied and threw a pillow at me.

"See? That's a change of mood. She cries one moment and yells the next. Then, she blames me for everything, and then she wants to eat me like a tray of cheese!" It was my turn to complain, and I managed to dodge her hit this time. "Angel!" I laughed, my heart overflowing with happiness.

Am I really going to be a dad?!

"Can we confirm the pregnancy?" I repeated to Paul.

"You can have an echo, but as a doctor, I have no doubt about it."

"Perfect, let's do the echo," I told him and stood up.

"But they already did it to me, and nothing came out."

"Sofia, we'll just make sure. You heard the doctor; you can't be upset; you're going to hurt the baby."Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"I'm not going to hurt the baby." Sofia scoffed and rolled her eyes at me while Mary and Gerard laughed.

"I remember how your mother ate a lot when she was carrying you."

"Well, I will recommend you do an echo now. For everyone's peace of mind."

"I knew it! I am excited! We'll have a baby at home; it feels like forever since the last time!" Mary exclaimed in happiness and excitement.

I am not quite sure how to take the news yet. I mean, I'm happy; I am over the freaking moon, but Sofia doesn't look very happy.

In a few minutes, a nurse came, and she escorted us to the imaging area to have an echo. Once there, a young doctor welcomes us.

"Why are you looking at her so much?" Do you find her cute? "Sophie whispered to me in jealousy and annoyance.

"Why? Are you jealous?" I teased her, and she hit me. "I like no one more than you love."

She turned serious, and I couldn't quite pinpoint what she was feeling. "Angel, the last time was a mistake."

"Do you not want to have children, or do you not want to have children with me?" I finally voiced out what was upsetting and bothering me.

She was saved by the doctor, who interrupted us. "Well, let's see how everything is here."

She places a gel on top of her belly and starts checking. A few seconds passed, and it looked like she didn't see or hear anything.

"Hmm, I can't see anything."

"See? I told you, Angel. It's a mistake; I'm not pregnant."

The happiness I felt earlier was depleted, and I felt sad; nothing would make me happier than a baby from both of us.

"We do a transvaginal echo to be more sure; are you willing?" Sofia looked at me, and I nodded my head.

I didn't know what that was at first, but I stiffened when I saw what she'd use. "Are you going to put that down there? No one is going to put anything in there except me." "Angel, don't be rude! Let the doctor do her work!" Sofia reprimanded me with a small pinch.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous," I admitted, and it's true.

Once the doctor calmed me down, she introduced the device, and we still didn't see anything until I heard a sound.

"There it is," she said, and my heart thumped in my chest.

"Oh, my God!" Sofia exclaimed as we both looked at the screen with huge eyes.

"That's the sound of their hearts; she seems to be healthy. They're inside the bag, so we had a hard time looking for them. You're approximately six to seven weeks old."

"It just can't be!" Sofia says in shock, and when I look at her, she is crying.

She doesn't want it, doesn't she?

"Congratulations! You are going to be parents!" The doctor greeted us with enthusiasm.

"Sofia, don't cry. I know it wasn't in your plans and that you don't want to have a baby now, especially not mine, but..."

"Angel, shut up!" She interrupted me and gave me a kiss. "I'm going to be a mother!" She exclaimed while crying, and the happiness I felt bloomed inside me again.

"Yes, love, you're going to be a mom, and I'm going to be a dad," I confirmed, and we both laughed while crying. "Are you happy?"

"Of course, I'm happy, moron! How can I not be? We are going to be parents! But are you ready and happy?"

"My love, you just made me the happiest man in the world," I emotionally said, kissing her all over her face.

"But when they did the echo before, they told me there was nothing," Sofia told the doctor, and we held hands.

"Sometimes, when you are a few weeks pregnant, a pelvic echo usually does not show it; that is why the transvaginal one is done, but there is no doubt that you are pregnant, so you have to be careful." "Yes, of course." She got off the stretcher, and I helped her. I gently lifted her and turned her around.

"I love you, I love you, I love you! I'm going to spoil you a lot, my princess."

"Are you talking to me or the snail?"

"Snail?" I repeated with a chuckle.

"Yes, didn't you see it? It was so tiny, it looked like a snail."

I laughed, and I kissed her again.

"I hope he's a boy as handsome as you so that I can continue being your princess," she mumbled against my chest.

"Yes, you are definitely crazy."

"But I'm your crazy, the mother of your baby, and you can't get rid of me; you're doomed forever, Angel Leffman."

"And I gladly accept the sentence. I'm going to be a father!" I screamed in happiness and spun her around again.