You have such a serious relationship now, Margaret says insistently, almost demandingly, looking straight at her potential daughter-in-law, when do you plan the wedding then?
Perhaps it is not time yet, Emily replies with a strained smile, choosing her words carefully so as not to offend her future mother-in-law. We have only been living together for a month. We should wait a little, get to know each other better in everyday life Who knows, maybe we will start arguing over nothing?
Margaret lifts an eyebrow slightly but does not give up her intention to find out everything to the end. In principle, she likes Emily, far more than her sons previous girlfriend. Sophia was unbearable and rude! It is good that Nicholas left her.
How are things with Henry? she asks, shifting the subject, though her gaze stays attentive. The boy is already grown up, but still
Emily feels a warmth spread through her at the thought of Nicholass son. Memories of the first days of their meeting rise unbidden. Back then she worried a great deal: how would the teenager take a new woman in the house? Would he see her as a threat, an attempt to replace his real mother?
He is wonderful, Emily answers sincerely, and her smile grows warmer, more natural. At first, of course, I was anxious. I thought Henry might treat me with dislike, or at least caution. But everything turned out for the best! He proved to be a very open and friendly lad!
She falls silent for a moment, recalling how one day Henry returned from school, tried her pie with delight and immediately announced that from now on there would always be tasty food at home.
More than that, Emily continues with a light smirk, he openly rejoiced that now the cooking would be done by someone far more skilled than his father. Sometimes he even asks me to teach him a recipe or two.
Nicholas, who has been listening in silence until now, finally raises his eyes and nods briefly, confirming Emilys words. A faint smile crosses his face, as if he too is glad the relationship between his son and his partner has gone so well.
Hasnt he asked for a little brother yet? the woman inquires with a clear hint.
Nicholas, hearing his mothers question, winces involuntarily and shoots her a short, reproachful look. His eyes say plainly, Why bring that up again? He knows his mothers habits wellshe never hesitates to raise the most delicate subjects, as though unaware such talk can make others uncomfortable.
What is wrong with that? Margaret says without the slightest embarrassment, continuing her line with confidence. Her voice sounds cheerful and even playful, as if she is discussing something entirely ordinary. Henry adores children, he is always playing with his nephews. And you are only thirty-fiveyou will still have time to raise a couple of children!
Emily feels a wave of awkwardness rise inside her. She dislikes having to discuss such a personal, painful matter in front of a woman she barely knows. She clenches her fingers under the table, trying to keep her outward calm.
I am afraid that is out of the question, she says evenly, working to keep her voice steady. Doctors strongly advise against me having children.
For a moment the room falls silent. Margaret raises her eyebrows slightly, as if weighing what she has heard. Her face changes at oncethe previous friendly mask fades, replaced by a cold, almost distant expression.
Womens problems, is it? she says with feigned sympathy, a faint note of condescension creeping into her tone. But there is no need to despairmedicine keeps moving forward. What once seemed impossible is easily resolved today.
Emily lets out a barely audible sigh. She wants to drop the subject, yet she knows she cannot simply stay quiet. She glances at Nicholas, hoping he will back her up, but he only gives a small shrug, as if to say, You explain.
In my case it would not work, she says quietly, looking straight ahead. Honestly, she does not understand why she must bare her soul to a woman who is, in truth, a stranger! But silence is not an option eithershe might get the wrong idea I have serious problems with my vision. The diagnosis came when I was eighteenby now I have accepted the reality: I will not have children.
Margaret freezes for a moment, clearly trying to take in what she has heard. Her eyebrows rise, and her face shows genuine bewilderment, as if she has encountered something entirely incomprehensible.
What does vision have to do with it? she asks, tilting her head a little. She truly sees no link between eyesight and children, and even wonders whether this is merely a weak excuse. I do not understand.
Emily draws a deep breath, choosing her words. She does not want to go into medical details, yet she cannot avoid answering.
There is a ninety percent chance I will lose my vision, she explains in an even, controlled voice. Such a strain on the body is strictly forbidden for meit carries too high a risk! It is not worth it, you see! What is the point of having a child you will never even see?
She falls silent, giving her listener time to absorb the words. Emily nervously adjusts her glasses. It matters to her that Margaret understandsthis is no whim or desire to keep her figure. It is a very real danger!
The girl senses clearly how disappointment is building in the air around her companion. Margaret no longer tries to keep the conversation going, only casting occasional short glances at her, in which undisguised displeasure shows. It is obvious that such a partner for her son does not match her idea of an ideal match. In the mothers mind, a very different picture is probably forminga healthy, strong woman who will soon give her grandchildren.
But Emily feels neither guilt nor any wish to justify herself. She and Nicholas discussed the situation long ago, weighing every pro and con. Talks with doctors, long evenings spent reading information, honest conversations between themselvesall of it led them to the same conclusion. The risk to her health was simply too great, and neither of them wanted to expose her to danger. If necessary, adoption or a surrogate mother could be considered. After all, these days it is not so difficult to arrange.
When the couple finally begins to gather their things to leave, the atmosphere eases a little. Margaret hugs her son goodbye and nods to Emily, but the gesture holds no warmthonly a nod to politeness. While they put on their shoes in the hallway, Emily catches Nicholass eyehis gaze clearly reads a silent sorry.
Once outside, both breathe out in relief. The evening air feels especially fresh after the tense talk. Emily takes Nicholas by the hand, and he squeezes her fingers at once. Nothing is said about what happened, yet both know the meeting with his mother cannot be called a success. Still, it changes nothing about the main thingtheir decision to stay together, whatever other people expect or believe
Three months later.
Emily notices more and more often that she does not feel quite herself. At first she pays little attentionshe thinks she is simply worn out from work or has picked up a mild virus. But when the discomfort lasts several days, she begins to worry.
She feels constant mild weakness, nausea rises most mornings, and familiar smells suddenly irritate her. Emily tries to manage on her ownshe buys antiviral tablets at the chemists, drinks more water, goes to bed earlier. Yet nothing improves. She catches herself growing distracted at work, and by evening she drops from tiredness even though she has done nothing especially demanding.
One evening, speaking on the phone with her mum, Emily shares her worries without meaning to. Her voice sounds a little muffledshe still feels the strange lethargy she cannot shake.
Emily, her mum asks after a short pause, cautiously, are you sure you are not pregnant?
Emily is even slightly surprised by the suggestion. She stays quiet for a second, thinking it over, then answers confidently:
Absolutely! I have not missed a single pill. The doctor prescribed them after a thorough check-up, all exactly as directed.
Her mum does not argue, but her voice carries insistence:
Buy a test anywayfor your own peace of mind. This is too serious a matter to ignore.
Emily wants to object that it is definitely not pregnancy, yet something in her mums tone makes her pause. In the end, a test is quick and simple, and extra certainty never hurts.
All right, mum. I will go to the chemists now. Nicholas is at work, so there is time, Emily says and ends the call.
She gathers her things quickly, pulls on her jacket and leaves the flat. The chemists in the next building is only a few minutes walk away. Emily moves a little faster than usual, as though trying to outpace her own thoughts. The same questions turn in her head: What if mum is right? But how could this happen? Everything was under control
In the chemists she pauses before the shelf of test kits. The choice is surprisingly widedifferent brands, different formats. Emily looks at the pharmacist in confusion, then back at the shelves. Finally she takes two tests in the middle price rangeshe decides there is no point skimping on something like this. She pays, slips the purchases into her pocket and hurries home.
Back inside, she stops for a minute in the hallway, trying to steady a light flutter of nerves. Her hands shake a little as she removes the tests from their packaging. She follows the instructions exactly and waits.
The first minutes drag on unbearably. Emily glances at the clock, then at the tests again. And theretwo clear, bright lines appear. She looks at the second testclear lines have appeared there too.
How is this possible?! she exclaims without thinking, feeling a wave of confusion rise inside her. This cannot be! I prepared so carefully!
At that moment the doorbell rings loudly. Emily jumps. She checks the clockthe time is not right for anyone to call on business. Then it occurs to herit must be Henry. The teenager often forgets his keys when he rushes home from school.
Emily quickly drops the tests into the bin, straightens her hair and hurries to the door. Opening it, she sees Henry on the step, slightly out of breath with his backpack on his shoulders.
Forgot your keys again? she smiles, letting him in.
Yeah, Henry nods guiltily, pulling off his trainers. I was in a rush, and only realised once I was outside
The girl heads for the kitchenshe needs to feed the clearly hungry teenager. She does not yet know that one of the tests missed the bin and now lies on the floor
Nicholas, I am going to stay with my mum for a weekshe is not feeling well, Emily says, avoiding her fiancés eyes. She hates lying to the man she genuinely loves, but right now she simply cannot tell the whole truth. And she cannot do otherwise! She cannot risk her healththe decision is already made
Nicholas looks up from his laptop at once and studies her with real concern.
Do you need help? he asks immediately. Shall I fetch medicines? Or come with you? Mum is on her own after all
Emily smiles despite herselfwarmly and a little guiltily. His readiness to help touches her, yet now it only makes things harder.
Nothing is needed yet, thanks for offering, she answers as calmly as she can. If anything comes up, I will call.
She turns away and quickly continues packing a small travel bag. Jumper, a pair of jeans, several t-shirts, underwear, toothbrush Minutes tick in her headless than an hour remains before the last bus to the nearby town, and she still has to reach the station. Her mum promised to meet her there, and that steadies her a little: someone who will understand and ask no extra questions will be waiting.
Keep in touch, all right? Call straight away if you need anything. I can come at any time.
Of course, Emily nods, pressing against him for a second. I will be back soon. You will not have time to miss me.
The journey to the station passes in a blur. She checks her phone constantlyhas Nicholas messaged, is her mum ringing back. Her thoughts are tangled, but she holds firmly to the plan: arrive, sort out the situation, return. Only then, once everything settles, will she talk to Nicholas. Honestly, openly, without half-truths.
The next day Emily visits a private clinic. She booked the appointment online in advance, chose the doctor from reviews, and arranged everything to avoid unnecessary questions. The appointment moves quickly and routinely: examination, tests, ultrasound. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a calm voice, studies the results carefully, checks the dates, and once more confirms the medical history.
Yes, you are pregnant, she confirms at last. The pregnancy is early, around five or six weeks.
Emily nods silently. Somewhere deep down a faint hope lingers that this is a mistake, that the tests lied, that the results got mixed up. But now everything is finally clear.
But I was taking the pills! How could this happen? her voice trembles, carrying not only confusion but barely held excitement. How is this possible? She followed every instruction exactly!
The doctor tilts her head slightly. She does not rush to answerat first she folds the papers neatly on the desk, then lifts her eyes to the patient.
Perhaps the medication was faulty, she suggests in an even, professional tone. Or certain factors reduced its effectiveness: taking antibiotics or other drugs at the same time, missing doses, digestive issues. It happens, though rarely.
She pauses briefly, watching Emilys reaction, then continues gently:
From what I understand, you are not planning to continue the pregnancy?
Emily closes her eyes for a moment. She has asked herself the same question countless times over the past few days. The doctors warnings from years ago surface again, the risks that have never disappeared. She draws a deep breath and answers, keeping her voice firm:
The risk of losing my sight is nine to one. Do you think I can take that step?
The doctor nods with understanding. She has already reviewed the patients notes and accepts that the risk is real. In such a situation the young womans choice is the right one.
I understand, she says softly. This is a very serious decision, and you are entitled to make it based on your health. I will now write referrals for further tests. They will help us assess the situation more precisely and choose the best course of action.
She turns to the computer, types quickly into the system, then prints several forms. Folding them neatly, she hands them to Emily.
I will see you tomorrow for a follow-up. By then we will have the results and can discuss the next steps. If you have questions or anything worries you, ring the clinic and ask for me.
Emily takes the papers and smooths them absently with her fingers. Her thoughts are still spinning, yet they feel a little more ordered now. She thanks the doctor with a brief nod and rises slowly from the chair. In the corridor she pauses for a second, leaning against the wall, breathing in and out deeply. Tomorrow will bring a new dayand a new stage in this difficult decision
Nicholas, why did you not tell me? Nicholas exclaims joyfully down the phone, his voice so lively that Emily tenses at once. Why did you not tell me?
Emily feels everything inside her tighten. She grips the phone harder, trying to stop the sudden trembling.
About what? she asks warily, working to keep her voice level. The thought flashes through her mind: Has he found out? But how?
That you are pregnant! Nicholas says with genuine delight. His voice carries such enthusiasm, as though he is already picturing their future together.
Emily closes her eyes for a second, gathering her thoughts.
What makes you think that? she replies, trying to speak calmly even though her heart races.
I found a test with two lines on the floor, Nicholas explains, and his tone holds no doubt or worryonly pure excitement. I have already booked you with a top specialist. Shall we go to the appointment together? I want to be there and support you.
Emily takes a deep breath, choosing her words. She needs to cool his eagerness without hurting him.
Do not get your hopes up yet, she says gently but firmly. It is most likely a mistake. You know I take the pills. Everything followed the instructions exactly, no missed doses. This simply cannot be true.
A pause hangs on the line. Emily can almost feel Nicholas trying to process her words.
Well, about that he hesitates at last, and embarrassed notes enter his voice. You see, my mum came round recently. She saw your pills and started telling me your condition is not such a serious problem. She said many people have children with far worse illnesses and everything turns out fine. She gave examples of people she knows, talked about modern ways of handling pregnancy She was so insistent that well, I gave in.
Nicholas falls silent, as if waiting for a response. Emily listens without speaking, feeling a mix of conflicting emotions rise. On one hand she understands he simply wanted to believe the best. On the other it irritates her that someone else is meddling in their private life and trying to decide for her.
You mean she convinced you to tamper with my pills? she asks in an even voice, though everything inside her is boiling.
No, of course not! Nicholas objects at once. Nothing like that. She just persuaded me not to stick so strictly to the prescriptions. That it might be worth taking a chance. I did not think it could lead to this. I am sorry.
A cold shiver runs down Emilys spine. Words stick in her throat and she forces out the question:
What exactly did you do?
Nicholas lowers his eyes and nervously grips the edge of the table. He looks uncomfortable, yet he gathers himself and speaks:
I dropped your bottle by accident and the pills spilled. Then I thoughtmaybe this is a sign? So I replaced them with vitamins. I wanted us to have a child. Mum convinced me everything would be all right
Emily stands still, trying to take in what she has heard. It does not make sense that the man she loves could do this. She explained so many times how important it is to take the medication every day, what even one missed dose threatens, what the consequences could be
You are serious?! her voice trembles. She clenches her fists without thinking, feeling indignation surge inside her. You did this on purpose? You listened to your mother and swapped the medicines?
Nicholas shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, as though seeking a way to avoid answering.
I thought it would be better for our family he answers quietly, eyes still down.
For the family?! Emily can no longer hold back her feelings. Her voice shakes with anger, yet she tries to speak clearly so he understands the full weight of the situation. You did not even ask me! You knew about my diagnosis, you knew the risksand you still went ahead behind my back!
She pauses, trying to steady the tremor in her hands. Her temples throb, thoughts whirl, but one thing is clear: she cannot continue this conversation now.
I just wanted children Nicholas attempts to justify himself, his voice almost pleading. I thought we could manage everything together.
Emily draws a deep breath, trying to regain control. She needs time to think everything through and order her thoughts.
I do not have time to talk right now, she says more calmly, though emotions still rage inside. Can you come the day after tomorrow? Meet me at the park at noon?
Of course I will come! Nicholas replies at once, hope returning to his voice. I am sure everything will be fine!
Emily does not argue or explain further. She simply needs to end the call.
See you then, she says shortly and hangs up.
Emily burns with fury! Nicholass words loop in her headhow he accidentally dropped the bottle and then deliberately swapped the vital tablets for vitamins. He knew every risk, every warning from the doctors over the years, how critical it is for her health never to miss a dose. Yet he chose to believe his mother, who, without any medical training, confidently declared that everything will be fine.
The thought sears her. How could he treat her health and her life so lightly? Emily realises that with such disregard for basic thingstrust, respect, caretheir relationship has no future. And the day after tomorrow she fully intends to tell him so.
On the appointed day Nicholas arrives at the park half an hour early. He buys a bouquet of white rosesher favouritesand now shifts nervously by the entrance, glancing at his watch every few seconds. Hope flickers in his chest: perhaps Emily simply got worked up, and once they talk he can explain he meant well. He pictures her accepting the flowers, her expression softening, the two of them deciding together what comes next.
But when Emily appears exactly at noon, arm in arm with her brother, her face is cold and unreadable. She does not even glance at the flowers Nicholas quickly holds out. Instead she silently takes a sheet of paper from her bag and hands it to him.
What is this? I do not understand, Nicholas says, confused by her icy tone. He tries to catch her eye, but Emily looks away.
This means there will be no child, the girl says coldly. You knew about my diagnosis. You knew and still put my health at risk by listening to your mother. I will never forgive this! Tomorrow I will come for my things. And I will not be aloneI am bringing my brother to avoid any trouble.
Without waiting for a reply she turns and walks away. Nicholas steps after her instinctively, calling out:
Emily, wait! Let us talk!
She does not turn, only quickens her pace. He hurries after her, unable to contain his agitation, but JamesEmilys older brothersuddenly blocks his path. James stands firm, feet planted, and looks at Nicholas without any sympathy. His stance says clearly: Do not try to follow her.
Nicholas attempts to step around him, but James keeps him at a distance with a steady hand.
You are lying about everything! Nicholas shouts, his voice shaking with anger and despair. He feels his hopes collapsing, the future he believed in slipping away. I consulted doctors myself! They said that with todays medicine the risks are minimal! You just do not want a childthat is why you are making excuses!
Emily turns slowly. Her face is pale, yet her expression stays calm, almost detached. There are no tears in her eyesonly the firm resolve she has built over these days.
You went to doctors without me? Discussed my health with strangers? she says quietly, yet every word lands with weight. Do you even know my exact diagnosis? Or did you just walk in and say my fiancée talks about possible blindness?
Nicholas flinches. He did not expect the questionhe had been sure his actions were understandable, that Emily would see his reasons. Clenching his fists, he tries to gather his thoughts.
I was thinking of our future! Of our family! his voice sounds strained but sincere. You yourself said you would consider adoption or surrogacy. Why not give our own child a chance?
Emily draws a deep breath. Pain flickers across her facethe same pain she has tried to hide behind cold determination.
Because this is not a game, Nicholas! real emotion breaks through her voice for the first time. This is my life, my body, my sight. Do you understand I could go blind? That I would be helpless, unable to work or look after myself? Did you think about what it would be like to live in constant darkness?
She pauses to let him absorb the words, but he has already opened his mouth to object.
But the doctors said
What doctors?! she cuts in sharply, bitterness in her voice. The ones you saw in secret? Did you even ask them about complication rates? Real cases? Do you know how many women lose their sight during pregnancy with my condition? No, you only heard what you wanted to hear!
Nicholas falls silent. His eyes still blaze with hurt, yet something else shows there nowa vague awareness that he may have made a serious mistake.
You betrayed my trust, Emily continues, quieter yet no less firm. You knew how important these tablets are to me. You knew I have spent years learning to live with this diagnosis, accepting it And you wiped it all out with one act.
At that moment James steps closer. The mans hands itch to teach the would-be son-in-law a lesson! But he holds back, only because his sister asked.
I want nothing more to do with you! Emily straightens, her voice turning cold and level again. I do not want to live every day fearing you will pull another stunt!
Nicholas opens his mouth, trying to speak, but the words stick. He searches her face for any trace of doubt, any hint that things might still be mended! But there is only coldness and contempt
Emily turns and walks away. Nicholas wants to call after her but cannot. He stands watching her figure fade into the evening dusk. James walks beside hersilent, steady, guarding her peace.
When they disappear from view, Nicholas sinks onto the nearest bench. In his hands he still clutches the bouquet of white rosesnever given, never accepted
He looks at the delicate petals and realises for the first time that he has lost not only the child he wanted so much. He has lost the woman he loved.
One thought beats in his head: What if she is right? But it is already too late.You have such a serious relationship now, Margaret says insistently, almost demandingly, looking straight at her potential daughter-in-law, when do you plan the wedding then?
Perhaps it is not time yet, Emily replies with a strained smile, choosing her words carefully so as not to offend her future mother-in-law. We have only been living together for a month. We should wait a little, get to know each other better in everyday life Who knows, maybe we will start arguing over nothing?
Margaret lifts an eyebrow slightly but does not give up her intention to find out everything to the end. In principle, she likes Emily, far more than her sons previous girlfriend. Sophia was unbearable and rude! It is good that Nicholas left her.
How are things with Henry? she asks, shifting the subject, though her gaze stays attentive. The boy is already grown up, but still
Emily feels a warmth spread through her at the thought of Nicholass son. Memories of the first days of their meeting rise unbidden. Back then she worried a great deal: how would the teenager take a new woman in the house? Would he see her as a threat, an attempt to replace his real mother?
He is wonderful, Emily answers sincerely, and her smile grows warmer, more natural. At first, of course, I was anxious. I thought Henry might treat me with dislike, or at least caution. But everything turned out for the best! He proved to be a very open and friendly lad!
She falls silent for a moment, recalling how one day Henry returned from school, tried her pie with delight and immediately announced that from now on there would always be tasty food at home.
More than that, Emily continues with a light smirk, he openly rejoiced that now the cooking would be done by someone far more skilled than his father. Sometimes he even asks me to teach him a recipe or two.
Nicholas, who has been listening in silence until now, finally raises his eyes and nods briefly, confirming Emilys words. A faint smile crosses his face, as if he too is glad the relationship between his son and his partner has gone so well.
Hasnt he asked for a little brother yet? the woman inquires with a clear hint.
Nicholas, hearing his mothers question, winces involuntarily and shoots her a short, reproachful look. His eyes say plainly, Why bring that up again? He knows his mothers habits wellshe never hesitates to raise the most delicate subjects, as though unaware such talk can make others uncomfortable.
What is wrong with that? Margaret says without the slightest embarrassment, continuing her line with confidence. Her voice sounds cheerful and even playful, as if she is discussing something entirely ordinary. Henry adores children, he is always playing with his nephews. And you are only thirty-fiveyou will still have time to raise a couple of children!
Emily feels a wave of awkwardness rise inside her. She dislikes having to discuss such a personal, painful matter in front of a woman she barely knows. She clenches her fingers under the table, trying to keep her outward calm.
I am afraid that is out of the question, she says evenly, working to keep her voice steady. Doctors strongly advise against me having children.
For a moment the room falls silent. Margaret raises her eyebrows slightly, as if weighing what she has heard. Her face changes at oncethe previous friendly mask fades, replaced by a cold, almost distant expression.
Womens problems, is it? she says with feigned sympathy, a faint note of condescension creeping into her tone. But there is no need to despairmedicine keeps moving forward. What once seemed impossible is easily resolved today.
Emily lets out a barely audible sigh. She wants to drop the subject, yet she knows she cannot simply stay quiet. She glances at Nicholas, hoping he will back her up, but he only gives a small shrug, as if to say, You explain.
In my case it would not work, she says quietly, looking straight ahead. Honestly, she does not understand why she must bare her soul to a woman who is, in truth, a stranger! But silence is not an option eithershe might get the wrong idea I have serious problems with my vision. The diagnosis came when I was eighteenby now I have accepted the reality: I will not have children.
Margaret freezes for a moment, clearly trying to take in what she has heard. Her eyebrows rise, and her face shows genuine bewilderment, as if she has encountered something entirely incomprehensible.
What does vision have to do with it? she asks, tilting her head a little. She truly sees no link between eyesight and children, and even wonders whether this is merely a weak excuse. I do not understand.
Emily draws a deep breath, choosing her words. She does not want to go into medical details, yet she cannot avoid answering.
There is a ninety percent chance I will lose my vision, she explains in an even, controlled voice. Such a strain on the body is strictly forbidden for meit carries too high a risk! It is not worth it, you see! What is the point of having a child you will never even see?
She falls silent, giving her listener time to absorb the words. Emily nervously adjusts her glasses. It matters to her that Margaret understandsthis is no whim or desire to keep her figure. It is a very real danger!
The girl senses clearly how disappointment is building in the air around her companion. Margaret no longer tries to keep the conversation going, only casting occasional short glances at her, in which undisguised displeasure shows. It is obvious that such a partner for her son does not match her idea of an ideal match. In the mothers mind, a very different picture is probably forminga healthy, strong woman who will soon give her grandchildren.
But Emily feels neither guilt nor any wish to justify herself. She and Nicholas discussed the situation long ago, weighing every pro and con. Talks with doctors, long evenings spent reading information, honest conversations between themselvesall of it led them to the same conclusion. The risk to her health was simply too great, and neither of them wanted to expose her to danger. If necessary, adoption or a surrogate mother could be considered. After all, these days it is not so difficult to arrange.
When the couple finally begins to gather their things to leave, the atmosphere eases a little. Margaret hugs her son goodbye and nods to Emily, but the gesture holds no warmthonly a nod to politeness. While they put on their shoes in the hallway, Emily catches Nicholass eyehis gaze clearly reads a silent sorry.
Once outside, both breathe out in relief. The evening air feels especially fresh after the tense talk. Emily takes Nicholas by the hand, and he squeezes her fingers at once. Nothing is said about what happened, yet both know the meeting with his mother cannot be called a success. Still, it changes nothing about the main thingtheir decision to stay together, whatever other people expect or believe
Three months later.
Emily notices more and more often that she does not feel quite herself. At first she pays little attentionshe thinks she is simply worn out from work or has picked up a mild virus. But when the discomfort lasts several days, she begins to worry.
She feels constant mild weakness, nausea rises most mornings, and familiar smells suddenly irritate her. Emily tries to manage on her ownshe buys antiviral tablets at the chemists, drinks more water, goes to bed earlier. Yet nothing improves. She catches herself growing distracted at work, and by evening she drops from tiredness even though she has done nothing especially demanding.
One evening, speaking on the phone with her mum, Emily shares her worries without meaning to. Her voice sounds a little muffledshe still feels the strange lethargy she cannot shake.
Emily, her mum asks after a short pause, cautiously, are you sure you are not pregnant?
Emily is even slightly surprised by the suggestion. She stays quiet for a second, thinking it over, then answers confidently:
Absolutely! I have not missed a single pill. The doctor prescribed them after a thorough check-up, all exactly as directed.
Her mum does not argue, but her voice carries insistence:
Buy a test anywayfor your own peace of mind. This is too serious a matter to ignore.
Emily wants to object that it is definitely not pregnancy, yet something in her mums tone makes her pause. In the end, a test is quick and simple, and extra certainty never hurts.
All right, mum. I will go to the chemists now. Nicholas is at work, so there is time, Emily says and ends the call.
She gathers her things quickly, pulls on her jacket and leaves the flat. The chemists in the next building is only a few minutes walk away. Emily moves a little faster than usual, as though trying to outpace her own thoughts. The same questions turn in her head: What if mum is right? But how could this happen? Everything was under control
In the chemists she pauses before the shelf of test kits. The choice is surprisingly widedifferent brands, different formats. Emily looks at the pharmacist in confusion, then back at the shelves. Finally she takes two tests in the middle price rangeshe decides there is no point skimping on something like this. She pays, slips the purchases into her pocket and hurries home.
Back inside, she stops for a minute in the hallway, trying to steady a light flutter of nerves. Her hands shake a little as she removes the tests from their packaging. She follows the instructions exactly and waits.
The first minutes drag on unbearably. Emily glances at the clock, then at the tests again. And theretwo clear, bright lines appear. She looks at the second testclear lines have appeared there too.
How is this possible?! she exclaims without thinking, feeling a wave of confusion rise inside her. This cannot be! I prepared so carefully!
At that moment the doorbell rings loudly. Emily jumps. She checks the clockthe time is not right for anyone to call on business. Then it occurs to herit must be Henry. The teenager often forgets his keys when he rushes home from school.
Emily quickly drops the tests into the bin, straightens her hair and hurries to the door. Opening it, she sees Henry on the step, slightly out of breath with his backpack on his shoulders.
Forgot your keys again? she smiles, letting him in.
Yeah, Henry nods guiltily, pulling off his trainers. I was in a rush, and only realised once I was outside
The girl heads for the kitchenshe needs to feed the clearly hungry teenager. She does not yet know that one of the tests missed the bin and now lies on the floor
Nicholas, I am going to stay with my mum for a weekshe is not feeling well, Emily says, avoiding her fiancés eyes. She hates lying to the man she genuinely loves, but right now she simply cannot tell the whole truth. And she cannot do otherwise! She cannot risk her healththe decision is already made
Nicholas looks up from his laptop at once and studies her with real concern.
Do you need help? he asks immediately. Shall I fetch medicines? Or come with you? Mum is on her own after all
Emily smiles despite herselfwarmly and a little guiltily. His readiness to help touches her, yet now it only makes things harder.
Nothing is needed yet, thanks for offering, she answers as calmly as she can. If anything comes up, I will call.
She turns away and quickly continues packing a small travel bag. Jumper, a pair of jeans, several t-shirts, underwear, toothbrush Minutes tick in her headless than an hour remains before the last bus to the nearby town, and she still has to reach the station. Her mum promised to meet her there, and that steadies her a little: someone who will understand and ask no extra questions will be waiting.
Keep in touch, all right? Call straight away if you need anything. I can come at any time.
Of course, Emily nods, pressing against him for a second. I will be back soon. You will not have time to miss me.
The journey to the station passes in a blur. She checks her phone constantlyhas Nicholas messaged, is her mum ringing back. Her thoughts are tangled, but she holds firmly to the plan: arrive, sort out the situation, return. Only then, once everything settles, will she talk to Nicholas. Honestly, openly, without half-truths.
The next day Emily visits a private clinic. She booked the appointment online in advance, chose the doctor from reviews, and arranged everything to avoid unnecessary questions. The appointment moves quickly and routinely: examination, tests, ultrasound. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with a calm voice, studies the results carefully, checks the dates, and once more confirms the medical history.
Yes, you are pregnant, she confirms at last. The pregnancy is early, around five or six weeks.
Emily nods silently. Somewhere deep down a faint hope lingers that this is a mistake, that the tests lied, that the results got mixed up. But now everything is finally clear.
But I was taking the pills! How could this happen? her voice trembles, carrying not only confusion but barely held excitement. How is this possible? She followed every instruction exactly!
The doctor tilts her head slightly. She does not rush to answerat first she folds the papers neatly on the desk, then lifts her eyes to the patient.
Perhaps the medication was faulty, she suggests in an even, professional tone. Or certain factors reduced its effectiveness: taking antibiotics or other drugs at the same time, missing doses, digestive issues. It happens, though rarely.
She pauses briefly, watching Emilys reaction, then continues gently:
From what I understand, you are not planning to continue the pregnancy?
Emily closes her eyes for a moment. She has asked herself the same question countless times over the past few days. The doctors warnings from years ago surface again, the risks that have never disappeared. She draws a deep breath and answers, keeping her voice firm:
The risk of losing my sight is nine to one. Do you think I can take that step?
The doctor nods with understanding. She has already reviewed the patients notes and accepts that the risk is real. In such a situation the young womans choice is the right one.
I understand, she says softly. This is a very serious decision, and you are entitled to make it based on your health. I will now write referrals for further tests. They will help us assess the situation more precisely and choose the best course of action.
She turns to the computer, types quickly into the system, then prints several forms. Folding them neatly, she hands them to Emily.
I will see you tomorrow for a follow-up. By then we will have the results and can discuss the next steps. If you have questions or anything worries you, ring the clinic and ask for me.
Emily takes the papers and smooths them absently with her fingers. Her thoughts are still spinning, yet they feel a little more ordered now. She thanks the doctor with a brief nod and rises slowly from the chair. In the corridor she pauses for a second, leaning against the wall, breathing in and out deeply. Tomorrow will bring a new dayand a new stage in this difficult decision
Nicholas, why did you not tell me? Nicholas exclaims joyfully down the phone, his voice so lively that Emily tenses at once. Why did you not tell me?
Emily feels everything inside her tighten. She grips the phone harder, trying to stop the sudden trembling.
About what? she asks warily, working to keep her voice level. The thought flashes through her mind: Has he found out? But how?
That you are pregnant! Nicholas says with genuine delight. His voice carries such enthusiasm, as though he is already picturing their future together.
Emily closes her eyes for a second, gathering her thoughts.
What makes you think that? she replies, trying to speak calmly even though her heart races.
I found a test with two lines on the floor, Nicholas explains, and his tone holds no doubt or worryonly pure excitement. I have already booked you with a top specialist. Shall we go to the appointment together? I want to be there and support you.
Emily takes a deep breath, choosing her words. She needs to cool his eagerness without hurting him.
Do not get your hopes up yet, she says gently but firmly. It is most likely a mistake. You know I take the pills. Everything followed the instructions exactly, no missed doses. This simply cannot be true.
A pause hangs on the line. Emily can almost feel Nicholas trying to process her words.
Well, about that he hesitates at last, and embarrassed notes enter his voice. You see, my mum came round recently. She saw your pills and started telling me your condition is not such a serious problem. She said many people have children with far worse illnesses and everything turns out fine. She gave examples of people she knows, talked about modern ways of handling pregnancy She was so insistent that well, I gave in.
Nicholas falls silent, as if waiting for a response. Emily listens without speaking, feeling a mix of conflicting emotions rise. On one hand she understands he simply wanted to believe the best. On the other it irritates her that someone else is meddling in their private life and trying to decide for her.
You mean she convinced you to tamper with my pills? she asks in an even voice, though everything inside her is boiling.
No, of course not! Nicholas objects at once. Nothing like that. She just persuaded me not to stick so strictly to the prescriptions. That it might be worth taking a chance. I did not think it could lead to this. I am sorry.
A cold shiver runs down Emilys spine. Words stick in her throat and she forces out the question:
What exactly did you do?
Nicholas lowers his eyes and nervously grips the edge of the table. He looks uncomfortable, yet he gathers himself and speaks:
I dropped your bottle by accident and the pills spilled. Then I thoughtmaybe this is a sign? So I replaced them with vitamins. I wanted us to have a child. Mum convinced me everything would be all right
Emily stands still, trying to take in what she has heard. It does not make sense that the man she loves could do this. She explained so many times how important it is to take the medication every day, what even one missed dose threatens, what the consequences could be
You are serious?! her voice trembles. She clenches her fists without thinking, feeling indignation surge inside her. You did this on purpose? You listened to your mother and swapped the medicines?
Nicholas shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, as though seeking a way to avoid answering.
I thought it would be better for our family he answers quietly, eyes still down.
For the family?! Emily can no longer hold back her feelings. Her voice shakes with anger, yet she tries to speak clearly so he understands the full weight of the situation. You did not even ask me! You knew about my diagnosis, you knew the risksand you still went ahead behind my back!
She pauses, trying to steady the tremor in her hands. Her temples throb, thoughts whirl, but one thing is clear: she cannot continue this conversation now.
I just wanted children Nicholas attempts to justify himself, his voice almost pleading. I thought we could manage everything together.
Emily draws a deep breath, trying to regain control. She needs time to think everything through and order her thoughts.
I do not have time to talk right now, she says more calmly, though emotions still rage inside. Can you come the day after tomorrow? Meet me at the park at noon?
Of course I will come! Nicholas replies at once, hope returning to his voice. I am sure everything will be fine!
Emily does not argue or explain further. She simply needs to end the call.
See you then, she says shortly and hangs up.
Emily burns with fury! Nicholass words loop in her headhow he accidentally dropped the bottle and then deliberately swapped the vital tablets for vitamins. He knew every risk, every warning from the doctors over the years, how critical it is for her health never to miss a dose. Yet he chose to believe his mother, who, without any medical training, confidently declared that everything will be fine.
The thought sears her. How could he treat her health and her life so lightly? Emily realises that with such disregard for basic thingstrust, respect, caretheir relationship has no future. And the day after tomorrow she fully intends to tell him so.
On the appointed day Nicholas arrives at the park half an hour early. He buys a bouquet of white rosesher favouritesand now shifts nervously by the entrance, glancing at his watch every few seconds. Hope flickers in his chest: perhaps Emily simply got worked up, and once they talk he can explain he meant well. He pictures her accepting the flowers, her expression softening, the two of them deciding together what comes next.
But when Emily appears exactly at noon, arm in arm with her brother, her face is cold and unreadable. She does not even glance at the flowers Nicholas quickly holds out. Instead she silently takes a sheet of paper from her bag and hands it to him.
What is this? I do not understand, Nicholas says, confused by her icy tone. He tries to catch her eye, but Emily looks away.
This means there will be no child, the girl says coldly. You knew about my diagnosis. You knew and still put my health at risk by listening to your mother. I will never forgive this! Tomorrow I will come for my things. And I will not be aloneI am bringing my brother to avoid any trouble.
Without waiting for a reply she turns and walks away. Nicholas steps after her instinctively, calling out:
Emily, wait! Let us talk!
She does not turn, only quickens her pace. He hurries after her, unable to contain his agitation, but JamesEmilys older brothersuddenly blocks his path. James stands firm, feet planted, and looks at Nicholas without any sympathy. His stance says clearly: Do not try to follow her.
Nicholas attempts to step around him, but James keeps him at a distance with a steady hand.
You are lying about everything! Nicholas shouts, his voice shaking with anger and despair. He feels his hopes collapsing, the future he believed in slipping away. I consulted doctors myself! They said that with todays medicine the risks are minimal! You just do not want a childthat is why you are making excuses!
Emily turns slowly. Her face is pale, yet her expression stays calm, almost detached. There are no tears in her eyesonly the firm resolve she has built over these days.
You went to doctors without me? Discussed my health with strangers? she says quietly, yet every word lands with weight. Do you even know my exact diagnosis? Or did you just walk in and say my fiancée talks about possible blindness?
Nicholas flinches. He did not expect the questionhe had been sure his actions were understandable, that Emily would see his reasons. Clenching his fists, he tries to gather his thoughts.
I was thinking of our future! Of our family! his voice sounds strained but sincere. You yourself said you would consider adoption or surrogacy. Why not give our own child a chance?
Emily draws a deep breath. Pain flickers across her facethe same pain she has tried to hide behind cold determination.
Because this is not a game, Nicholas! real emotion breaks through her voice for the first time. This is my life, my body, my sight. Do you understand I could go blind? That I would be helpless, unable to work or look after myself? Did you think about what it would be like to live in constant darkness?
She pauses to let him absorb the words, but he has already opened his mouth to object.
But the doctors said
What doctors?! she cuts in sharply, bitterness in her voice. The ones you saw in secret? Did you even ask them about complication rates? Real cases? Do you know how many women lose their sight during pregnancy with my condition? No, you only heard what you wanted to hear!
Nicholas falls silent. His eyes still blaze with hurt, yet something else shows there nowa vague awareness that he may have made a serious mistake.
You betrayed my trust, Emily continues, quieter yet no less firm. You knew how important these tablets are to me. You knew I have spent years learning to live with this diagnosis, accepting it And you wiped it all out with one act.
At that moment James steps closer. The mans hands itch to teach the would-be son-in-law a lesson! But he holds back, only because his sister asked.
I want nothing more to do with you! Emily straightens, her voice turning cold and level again. I do not want to live every day fearing you will pull another stunt!
Nicholas opens his mouth, trying to speak, but the words stick. He searches her face for any trace of doubt, any hint that things might still be mended! But there is only coldness and contempt
Emily turns and walks away. Nicholas wants to call after her but cannot. He stands watching her figure fade into the evening dusk. James walks beside hersilent, steady, guarding her peace.
When they disappear from view, Nicholas sinks onto the nearest bench. In his hands he still clutches the bouquet of white rosesnever given, never accepted
He looks at the delicate petals and realises for the first time that he has lost not only the child he wanted so much. He has lost the woman he loved.
One thought beats in his head: What if she is right? But it is already too late.
