Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts

Chapter 152



Chapter 152

At night, Ines could only be pinned down by Ethan. After a round of teasing, Ethan rolled over to let her be on top. Ines had no experience in this area and she could follow how he kissed her to kiss him. But it was only limited to kissing. Apart from that, she couldn't seem to do anything else. Unfortunately, at that moment she felt an intense discomfort throughout her body, desperately wanting relief. All she could do was to stare at Ethan with blurry eyes for help.

At this point, Ethan wasn't feeling too good, looking at the helpless girl on top of him.

"Ethan, I don't understand," Ines said softly.

"Silly girl."

Ethan rolled over and pinned her down again, quickly moving straight to the point. Ines was frustrated, feeling incredibly stupid.

Emma's wedding arrived quickly. Ines didn’t pay much attention to it, but she still heard from people around her that the wedding was quite grand. She thought Phillip would be quiet for a while, but she was wrong. Phillip had people deliver the pills to her office on weekends when she and Ethan didn’t return to the Meyer Mansion and on weekdays. Ines lost her taste for the pills, but she’s not got pregnant yet, which made her anxious.

At noon, she couldn't help but ask Amelia, "Amelia, how long did it take for you to get pregnant with Naomi after you got married?"

Amelia was taken aback, "Is the Meyer family expecting a baby?"

Ines shook her head, "Not exactly;not only does the Meyer family want a baby, I want one too. I'm 27 now, almost 28. I want to have my first child early so I won't be too old when I have my second child, which would make it easier to recover."

"I didn't want to have babies when I got married, so we took precautions. After a while, when we thought the timing was right, I got pregnant in two months."

"That quickly?" Ines was surprised. She and Ethan had been married for nearly five months now. They had been going with the flow and hadn’t taken any precautions, and Ethan had been very committed.

Amelia smiled, "Izzy, don't rush things. Just let nature take its course. It has a lot to do with a person's mood. The more anxious you are, the less likely you are to get pregnant. You're not old, so don't worry."

Ines didn't see it that way. They hadn't had a pre-marital check-up, and she didn't know her health status. "I think I should get a health check-up."

"If you want, I can recommend a classmate of mine. She specializes in obstetrics and gynaecology and has made some achievements in this field."

Amelia gave Ines a business card. After work, Ines asked Phoebe to accompany her to the hospital. On the way, Ines was filled with indescribable tension, fearing there might be something wrong with her body.

“Ines, you're making me nervous too. Don't be scared, it's just a check-up,” Phoebe comforted. Ines nodded because Amelia had called her classmate in advance, her friend arranged for an examination immediately after they arrived at the hospital.. The doctor was a meticulous middle- aged woman with a warm smile. However, after the check-up, the doctor didn't tell them the result, which made Ines sweat.

"Mrs Meyer, don't be nervous. Sit down and answer a few questions for me," the female doctor said with a smile.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Ines nodded and sat down.

"Do your hands and feet often feel cold?"

"Yes, especially in winter. It takes a long time to warm up under the covers."

The doctor nodded and asked, "What's your diet like? Do you like to eat cold food?"

"I like to eat cold food in summer."

"So, you're here for a check-up because you and your husband are eager to have a child?"

Ines's heart tightened, "Doctor, is there something wrong with my body?"

"Ines, don't scare yourself. Let's listen to what the doctor has to say," Phoebe, holding Ines's hand, gently patted it.

"Mrs Meyer, your friend is right. This is not a big problem. Many women have this kind of trouble. You just take a little longer than average to get pregnant. If you guys are planning to have a baby, pay attention to your diet and daily schedule, stay warm, and try not to eat cold food. Also, don't stress too much and keep a happy mood."

"When can I get pregnant?" Ines asked nervously.

"That's hard to say. If it's fast, it's only about two years; if it's slow, it's only four years. It's not a big problem, don't worry. Maybe you'll have a baby very soon. These things are sometimes unpredictable. The baby will come when he or she wants to come."

After leaving the hospital, Ines felt a little uncomfortable.

"Ines, stop looking like the world is ending. It's not infertility. You're just slower than normal. And no one in your family is pressuring you. Chill out," Phoebe couldn't help but comfort her.

"It's too slow."

"Oh no, I don't know what to say about you anymore. The doctor said to relax. Look at you, you're under so much pressure. It's no wonder you can't get pregnant faster. The doctor said these things are unpredictable. Maybe the baby will come anytime."

"That's just what people say to comfort me. You really believe it."

"Nowadays, there are many women who have children in their thirties. Look at me, I don't even have a boyfriend, and I'm not worried. Why are you worried?" Phoebe couldn't help complaining. She really felt that Ines was under too much pressure lately. She was prone to over thinking, and she didn't know why.

"My physical condition is different from yours."

Phoebe admitted defeat, "If you do this again, I will call Ethan and ask him to comfort you."

"No, he's at work. Don't bother him with these trivial matters."

When Ethan came home, he found that Ines was not in the living room but in the study. When he walked in, she was completely focused on searching for something online and didn't notice his arrival.

"Izzy, what are you doing?"

Ines quickly closed the web page, but Ethan still saw it: late childbirth. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"You're back." Ines forced a smile and greeted him.


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