I'm nervous on the drive to the gynaecologist. I don't know what to expect. I don't know what the outcome is going to be and I especially don't know what Adrian's reaction will be. I fear it, but it's also my fault and I really shouldn't mope around because of a situation I intentionally created.

It wasn't the wisest idea, it wasn't the best one I've had and I don't even know what I was thinking. But ... the possibility of having Adrian's child fills me with warmth. But what scares me is his reaction and him leaving me.

"You're unusually quiet. Is everything alright?" Adrian asks, putting his hand on my knee.

I turn my gaze away from the window. "I'm just admiring the scenery," I say. It's not exactly a lie. But it's not the whole truth.

Adrian doesn't seem to believe me either. "Are you sure? Because if anything's bothering you, you can let me know."

No esta vez, Adrian. Not this time. I just shake my head. "No, I'm really fine. I just like watching the city. I don't know much of it."

"Really? How come? You've been living here for a few years now already."

"Yes, but I never really came around to know it. It's always been my dream living here and I visited some places when I moved here, but then other things came in-between and I didn't really have the time nor any wish later on to go on trips around it. I also didn't have money."

Adrian's eyes soften at the mention of me not having money. I know this is a foreign concept to him, but I got so used to it that I probably wouldn't know how to live any other way. My family was never rich. We had enough money to survive and sometimes treat ourselves, but nowhere near close to Adrian.

Money doesn't play an important role in my life. I want it enough to survive and have a roof above my head, I'm not the one for wanting luxury. I don't even enjoy that. I like simple things.

"You don't have to worry about that anymore," Adrian says quietly.

I turn to look at him, unable to hide my surprised expression. "I'll always have to worry about that, Adrian."

I see how he presses his lips together, but he doesn't make any further comments about this matter. "How much longer until we're there?" I ask.

Adrian glances at the clock. "Twenty minutes, I'd say."

And that suddenly feels way too soon. My foot starts tapping against the floor and I suddenly feel restless. I feel sick.

Adrian notices the movement, of course, forever the observant one. "You have nothing to be nervous about, Cassandra."

If only you knew ... "You would really know that, wouldn't you?"

Adrian lets out a chuckle, completely ignoring that my tone turned harsher, even though that wasn't my intention. "That's what the good doctor assured me and I chose to believe her."

"Since when did you become so trusting?" I wonder, my voice lighter this time.

Adrian looks at me with amusement before he switches the lanes. "The only time I don't trust people is when I have a feeling I can't trust them. My intuition is very strong and rarely ever wrong – if ever."

That makes me interested. I turn in my seat, facing him. "De verdad?" Really? "And what does your intuition say about me?" I want to know, although I'm almost afraid to do so.

Adrian is silent for a second and my heart starts beating a little faster. "I thought I made myself very clear that I trust you more than anyone. And my intuition says it's the right thing to do." He nods to himself and he actually looks proud to say this.

His answer causes a burning ache in my chest. He gets my hopes up so much that I fear I'm going to have to fall too far down at the end to pick myself up again.

"We're here," he suddenly says. My head turns to look out of the window at the normal, everyday building. It doesn't stand out or anything, it actually mixes in with other buildings. But it still fills me with agony just looking at it. My stomach clenches and I take a deep breath and try to calm down. "Cassandra?"

My head turns. I put on a brave look, faking a smile. "Yeah, let's go," I say, trying to sound neutral.

We both exit the car, me forgetting that Adrian tries to be a gentleman whenever we're in public, which he's not that happy to remind me of. He didn't like that he couldn't open the door for me and I just had to roll my eyes at him at how absurd he acted. He was actually sulking about it!

But out bickering before we enter the building helps me to calm down a little. I remind myself that it's all going to be alright. That Adrian wouldn't leave me alone with a child. Would he? I hope not.

When we go in, I see a few women in the waiting room and I feel so weird with Adrian coming with me. Dr Geneva has a private ordination and she has a long waiting list, or so Adrian said, unless it's urgent or, as Adrian worded it, you have a lot of money. Sadly, this world operates in that way still. Money rules everything.

I actually didn't like that, but Adrian said she already expected us to come so she could take a few minutes of her time for a quick check-up. I'm mortified when Adrian goes straight for her door, knocking and opening it only partly. I feel five pairs of eyes on me and it makes me uncomfortable. I don't dare to look them into their eyes.

Adrian indicates with his hand to come closer, opening the door a little wider. I'm dumbfounded at first, looking around. It's not really in my interest to skip the line when the women have been probably waiting for a long time.

"Cassandra," Adrian calls me softly.

I walk to him with reddened cheeks. He holds the door open for me. "Are you coming with me?" I ask him.

"Do you want me to?"

"No!"

He can't hide he's a little taken aback by my quick, loud answer. I look around once again, seeing that two women openly stare at me while other two quickly look away when my eyes meet theirs. The other two are just minding their business, or at least they're pretending to. "No, I'll go alone," I say, calmer and more quietly this time.

Adrian looks at me with amusement. "I'm sure I'm not even welcomed to go with you for a normal checkup. I'll just wait for you here. It shouldn't take you long, anyway, if the doctor gave me the right information."

"Right," I say. I step into the ordination and close the door behind me. The nurse greets me at first and she asks a few formal questions before I meet with Dr Geneva. It's a similar routine I did the last time, only that she's more specific this time.

She asks me questions and I answer them truthfully. I even tell her that we had unprotected sex when I started taking the pill, even though I was informed that the pill may not be effective at the very beginning.

She's displeased with that information, I find, but she has to stay professional, so she quickly schools her expression. I have to take a pregnancy test and that becomes nerve-wracking because everything will be revealed in a few minutes and I don't think I'm prepared to know the answer. Truthfully, I don't even know what I want the test to show. I'm not sure about my stupid, foolish decision anymore. It wasn't the wisest idea I've had.

Especially because I want to go back to college to finish it and having a baby would prevent me to do that. In all honesty, I can barely take care of myself. How did I even expect myself to take care of another human being? I suddenly start to panic. It is what it is now but I'm scared to find out the results.

When I come back from the bathroom, Dr Geneva must read my internal battle on my face. "I think you should take a seat for a minute. The results will be here shortly."

I don't even look at what she's doing, I just stare straight forward, sitting straight, palms placed on my thighs. She starts rattling how I'm clean and healthy and that everything is alright. I even gained some weight, which is noticeable and a great progress and that I should keep it up. I barely even hear her.

"Your pregnancy test also came back negative."

My head snaps into her direction. "Pardon?" my voice is faint. I think I'm not even breathing anymore.

"You're not pregnant, Miss Duarte."

I let out a long exhale. I slump in my seat, not knowing if I should be happy or disappointed. It's clear that I didn't think this through and I acted upon my selfish motives, yet a small part of me still hoped for a life growing inside of me that would also belong to Adrian and that would connect us.

Dr Geneva is studying my reaction. "I've informed you about the pill not working on the first few days to one week, didn't I?"

I nod. "You did."

The doctor nods, grabbing her things. "Good. You're good now, your body is responding well to the pill and, by your words, you didn't have any side effects which is good. Do you have any questions for me?"

She asks this in a way as if she's almost expecting or hoping I'll have questions. "I don't. Thank you for your time." I stand up on my shaky legs.

"If you have any questions, you know where to find me. Mr Welch also has my number."

I nod, in a hurry to get the hell out of here already. "Yes, okay. Thank you. Goodbye."

I have to go to the pharmacy because she prescribed me 12 more boxes of the pill. When I come back out, it's not hard to spot Adrian right away. He stands out, dressed in a black suit, his dark hair complementing his dark figure. It's a contrast to see in the all white waiting room.

He turns to me when I approach him cautiously, yet somewhat happy and relieved that I don't have to worry about how to tell him I'm pregnant since I'm not. "I'm all done and ready to god. I just need to go to the pharmacy for more pills."

Adrian doesn't smile, he actually doesn't react in any way. He stares at me for some more seconds, his face serious and I get a bad feeling. I lose my smile. "Excuse me for a minute. I want a word in private with the doctor."

He walks past me, straight for the door, leaving me standing there confused and actually a little bit worried. I wrap my arms around my body, feeling chilly, and I go stand by the wall, in the same spot I found Adrian at so I don't look too weird and so I don't bring even more attention on myself. I already feel eyes judging me and shooting daggers at me, but it's not my fault Adrian has some privileges just because he's got money.

Adrian is back out soon, taking long steps and the look on his face is murderous. It makes me panic a little, but I don't know why his mood changed so drastically.

"Let's go," he tells me, not even stopping. He just continues walking, apparently not even caring if I follow him or not. But I do, of course. I hurry after him, almost having to run.

When we come out, he goes straight towards his car. "I have to go to the –"

"Some other time, Cassandra," he snaps back.

I'm taken aback by how angry he sounds. I pause, stopping there for a second, but Adrian keeps walking and I have to run after him to catch him up.

When we come to his car, he doesn't open the door for me. He sits behind the wheel, staring straight forward. I quickly climb in the passenger seat, looking at him from the corners of my eyes. Adrian starts the car without any words.

I give him a few minutes before I turn to him, asking, "Are you mad?"

I hear him let out a long exhale, his hands gripping the steering wheel even tighter. "I'm fucking pissed."

I gulp. "At me?" I ask with a small voice, suddenly feeling ten times smaller. He's intimidating when he's mad.

"What do you fucking think?!" He doesn't even look at me.

I start twisting my hands, nervous. "Why?" I ask after a few minutes, keeping my voice quiet.

Adrian lets out a cynical chuckle. "I can not believe you have the audacity to even ask me this." He takes a paper out of his suit jacket and throws it at me.

It's a leaflet. About contraption. I'm confused for a second, not knowing what to do with it. But when my eyes look over the text quickly, my stomach sinks when I see the paragraph. There, in bold letters, is written everything you should take into the consideration when starting the pill. Even that it's not effective right away.

The leaflet is crumbled, most likely from Adrian squeezing him into a fist.

"Why did you give me this?"

Adrian shakes his head. "Oh, I think you know exactly why, Cassandra. I can't believe played me like this. Would you ever tell me about it? Or you'd just keep it a secret until the baby would be here?"

"I can explain –"

"No, I really don't want to hear your explanation!" Adrian punches the steering wheel. "Tell me, Cassandra, did your plan work? Are you pregnant?"

Dios, it hurts that he doesn't even want to look at me. My bottom lip trembles. "I'm not."

Adrian lets out a breath of relief. "Thank fucking Christ," he mutters.

My heart sinks even further at hearing that. "I'm really –"

"No. I do not want to hear it. I don't want to hear a word you have to say right now. We will talk about what you did and the consequences when I'll feel like it and when I'll feel calmer. This is not now. And do not even try it because you have no idea what I'm capable of."

I slump onto the seat. I don't even know what I'd say if he'd let me speak. I understand him. I understand he's angry. I shouldn't do that. I thought I'd get away with it, but I underestimated him and predicted the situation all wrong.

Now karma came and bit me in the ass. I'm going to get what I deserve and I brace myself for the storm that's coming my way.   

Well, Cassandra is not pregnant, but she's still getting bitten by Karma. Uh oh.