That Doctor Is Mine

When their lips parted they stared at each other. Their eyes speak how much they love each other.

“Open it.” Avah whispered still staring into her husband’s beautiful eyes.

“It’s not a mini annulment paper right?” Davien was still cheating.

“Just open it.” He ordered again.

Davien takes his hands off Avah and he breaks the wrapper of the small box. She looks like a necklace. When the wrapper broke he opened the box. She was exposed to a pregnancy test with two red stripes. Davien stood frozen. He was suddenly stunned by his wife’s gift. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move because of the excitement and shock.

“Does this mean …”

“Congratulations. You’ll be a daddy again. I’m three weeks pregnant.” Avah’s tearful interview.

While holding the pregnancy test, she quickly pulled her husband closer and hugged her very tightly. The same feeling he felt when he knew what Avah was carrying two and a half years ago came back. He will be a father again. And this time, he will protect Avah and the baby at all cost.

“I’m going to be a daddy, Avah! I’m going to be a daddy again!” He couldn’t believe the announcement of her pregnancy that they had been joking about lately.

“Yeah … you will.” Avah cried on her husband’s arm.

“I love you so much. Baby Angelo must be so glad that he will be the older brother.” Davien mumbled.

He move a little farther from her. They we’re both lost on the depth of their eyes. Avah tiptoed and then she hooked her tiny arms around his nape to support herself in claiming his lips. They kissed passionately, they explore their tongue on each other’s mouth. When they escaped from each other’s lips Davien whispered. He said, “The baby is only three weeks old. He’s not sure he’ll be affected, is he?”

Avah nodded nervously because those lines of Davien were familiar. And so … they did it.

They made love whole night as if it was their first. As if they’re still in the stage of discovering what’s their both body can offer.

They will start all over again. Both with their baby in heaven and with the developing fetus on Avah’s womb.

Epilogue

[Point of View of 16 years old Davien]

“Davien! Move faster!” my mom shouted from downstairs. I’m in my room and still fixing my white sleeve. My door is wide open so I can hear her loud voice.

“Give me a minute! I’m fixing my clothes!” I shouted back through my open door. I know she heard me.

I glance at the wall clock and it tells me that it’s already 7:45 A. M. It’s still early. I told her I didn”t want to go to church! I wouldn’t listen to the priest, why did he force me to include him!

I have other schedule and I have to ditch my video games with my friends because of mama. I could have enjoyed this day but it was too early.

“Brother! We’re leaving raw!” 12 years old Daniela informed me. She’s wearing a flowery pink dress and there’s a barbie doll on her arms. Eww.

I rolled my eyes in submission and then followed my little sister downstairs. My step down is heavy, each step is making loud noises.

Today is Sunday and I want to go to Gael’s. For sure Tim and Hirro enjoy them even without me. They are traitors. Si mama kasi! Like I’m so tired of my high school for the whole week and then he’ll take the weekend I have to rest.

“Davien, don’t wear that look one me. The priest won’t wait for you no!” Mom glare at me. “Get in the car!”

“You don’t have to scream, ma!” I answered him and warned him to get in the car.

I grabbed my phone and texted my friends that I can’t join them today in our video games.

To ease my irritation, I diverted my focus on the rode. There’s so many teens walking in the street. All of them look like someone at my age. They are with their friends. There are groups of beautiful girls, there are also boys. Watching them made me wonder. Will one of them be my soulmate?

I read some sort of article that kids at the age 16 are more likely to meet their soulmate without even noticing it. Sometimes you can just meet, sometimes you can look through, or if you’re lucky enough you can make eye-to-eye contact.

So what is it? Is my soulmate one of those girls?

What kind of woman is my soulmate? And is it normal for sixteen years old boy to think this way? Tim is what I’m being asked to read.

“Brother let’s play! Barbie’s prince charming is yours!” Niela said then she handed me her doll guy.

“No. I don’t want to play girl stuffs.” I snapped at her. Then when I look at her again, I noticed the sadness on her eyes. Sighing, I grabbed prince charming and says, “okay. Just this once.”

Niela’s face lit up and her eyes sparkled with joy. She even squealed before we started playing her stupid little love story game. We’re still playing when the car stopped. I look outside and I see a lot of people. I also saw the huge and old Catholic Church.

“Continue your game later, get yourself ready. Daniela leave Barbie and prince charming in the car. Toys are not allowed inside the church.” Mom reminded.

Yeah. Yeah. Whatever.

Mama held Niela’s hand as I just followed her and her back as we strolled the way towards the front left side of the church. We were in the second row of the bank because there was a vacant spot.

“Ma, I want to use bathroom.” I’m letting him know. I’m trying to do my best to get out of the church.

“No. Stay where you are!” She whispered but her each words were firm.

“Fine!” Then I sink myself on the wooden chair. “I hate this day,” I mumbled to myself.

As the priest spoke I rolled my eyes. It’s kinda fascinating to see that there are paintings on the ceiling. It was painted in a glass. And when they are illuminated by the sun rays, they glow and they become even more colorful. The walls are very ancient. And the designs. Even the images and wax of the Saints and Apostles.

I was admiring the interior design of the church when suddenly a piano played.

“Let’s sing Praise to God,” the priest said and the piano started echoing in the area.

The Parish Choir has also started singing.

“Praise GOD!

Praise be to God in the highest!

Praise GOD! (2x)

And on earth peace

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