Ishan ran to the washroom for what felt like the fifth time that day, he clutched his stomach as he bent over the toilet seat, and threw up the remnants of his last meal.

He brushed his teeth quickly; head still spinning as he tried to keep himself conscious and made a mental note to get an appointment at the clinic, he could always consult his own brother (FYI-Raj is a doctor), but then again, he thought worrying his family wouldn't be the best thing at the moment.

So he booked an evening appointment for his usual doctor and got ready to leave. He reached the clinic right on time as his name was called out by the nurse.

(A/N: All medical knowledge here is absolute bullshit. Neither am I a doctor nor a med student so please bear this stupidity.)

He entered the doctor's office and watched as Dr.Sharma's face lit up at the familiar face,

"Ishan beta, what a delight to see you again.. but also not, cause I'm a doctor." He chuckled, doctors and their impeccable sense of humour.

"So, what's the problem?" He asked, concern etched on his face.

"Um... actually, I've been feeling nauseous and dizzy the past three days. I've also puked quite a lot and my stomach feels, I don't know, weird..."

"It could be food poisoning. Ishan, have you been eating outside or eaten something at home that caused this reaction?"

"Actually, I've not eaten anything other than the food made by my nutritionist... I don't think it's food poisoning."

"Are you experiencing any chest or back pain?" Mr.Sharma promptly asked.

"No." Ishan assured

"How is your bowel movement?"

"It's pretty normal..."

Mr.Sharma frowned at the symptoms, as they didn't properly align to anything.

"Let's do an ultrasound and then we'll decide on further tests.. " he declared.

Ishan was then directed to the ultrasound room along with the head nurse.

As Ishan laid on the bed with his tshirt pulled up and his pant's waist slightly lowered, he blushed bright red upon remembering that most of the marks Shubman left less than two weeks ago are probably still visible.

The radiographer however, professionally ignored it and applied the cold gel over his abdomen and pressed the transducer over the skin, sliding through the pale expanse of exposed soft flesh.

She then lowered the transducer towards his pelvis and gasped audibly at the video monitor.

Ishan immediately sat up.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, greatly bothered by her reaction.

The radiographer immediately rushed to wipe him clean with a cloth and proceeded to the collect the printed sonograms without replying to his queries.

"Dr. Sharma will explain the matter, follow me." She finally spoke, handing him the sonograms and walking ahead of him towards the doctor's office.

"Is it something to worry about?" Ishan's voice shook with nerves, having health issues was an athlete's biggest nightmare.

"No...not really." She replied curtly. They entered the office, and she leaned in to whisper in Dr.Sharma's ear in hushed tones as Ishan sat at his assigned seat, placed the sonograms before his doctor and rubbed his palms gingerly.

As soon as the radiographer left, the doctor turned to Ishan, looking dreadful ...

"Ishan... you're pregnant."

There.

Short and simple...

Ishan's world stopped spinning...
His hands shakily rubbed over his face... this couldn't be happening to him... not right now when he was living his childhood dreams.

(A/n: Mpreg is as common as female pregnancy in this story)

"You're an mpreg, it's a beautiful miracle of life." Dr.Sharma continued, Ishan silently thanked him for not asking him further private details.

"You can decide to keep it, obviously it would interfere your current flourishing career but it's your choice really. Or..." he paused.

"We can talk about further steps of pregnancy termina-"

"No! " Ishan suddenly gasped. He couldn't do that to his child... Shubi's child. How could he kill an innocent angel all because of a career? He may have just come to know of their existence but he loved them already.

And what was a career? He knew he would give up his life for his child. He ran his palm over his flat stomach and smiled knowingly, he would go against the world for this precious angel.

But Shubi...

°°°°°°

Meanwhile, Shubman sat at a cafe with Sara as per their scheduled plan, unbeknownst of all that was unfolding.

He'd been troubled restlessly for days regarding his growing feelings for Ishan. He needed to cast control over them and restrain himself.

But, his heart supplied traitorously, Ishan is sooo beautiful; he looks as though he was crafted with utmost care, God really took the time to make those features resting on that face.. so gentle..so empathetic ...He's compassionate even for the tiniest bugs, couldn't hurt a fly even if he tried. He's unashamedly funny, his smile and laughter brightening up the entire galaxy, the sun could probably retire now. He was unbelievable...

But no...

No...

Gosh no...

Was he really going to throw away a career cause he found a teammate beautiful?

Absolutely rubbish .

"-I swear it was a one time thing-" Sara's shaky voice brought him back to reality, as she tried to redeem herself, "and a horrible mistake... it should've never happened."

"I saw the video go viral and immediately knew you'd misunderstand, I'm so sorry Shub, please forgive me..." She wiped her tears with a tissue and looked up at the taller boy with utmost affection.

This...

This is how things should be.

Shubman had loved her once.

He could do it again.

This is normal.

"I forgive you, Sara..." his voice seemed foreign to himself, he reluctantly reached a hand across the table and held hers tightly, "And I'm willing to give us a second chance..."

This was normal, he repeated in his head .

Then why did it feel like his world just came crashing down?

A/N: Not him going from Daddy to-

-Dada real quick... 🤣🤣🤣

A/n: Next two chapters will be waterfalls of tears so put on your seatbelts, get your tissue boxes ready and prepare for the ride downhill..😭💔