Chapter 6 The Secret Unveiled

Morning crept in slowly, slipping through the white curtains of James's living room.

A faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the sound of birds outside the window.

On the large, soft sofa, Emma was still asleep - her face a little calmer now than it had been the night before, though the shadows of exhaustion had not completely faded from beneath her eyes.

James stood not far away, dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves neatly rolled up. In his hand, a cup of coffee steamed gently.

He gazed at the woman for a long while, his eyes reflecting something difficult to name - a mixture of compassion, admiration, and a deep, gnawing guilt.

Emma stirred slightly beneath the blanket. Her head still felt heavy, but the cool morning air drifting in from the window brought a fragile sense of ease. She opened her eyes slowly and found James sitting in a chair beside the sofa, his coffee still warm in his hand.

"You haven't gone to work yet?" she asked, her voice hoarse and soft.

James turned to her with a small smile. "Not yet. The doctor will be here soon to check on you again."

"I don't need a doctor," Emma muttered quickly, trying to sit up. "I'm much better now. I just need to go home."

James set his coffee aside and stepped closer. "Emma, you fainted because your body's exhausted. You need time to-"

"I said I'm fine!" she snapped, trying to stand but nearly losing her balance. James caught her shoulders just in time, steadying her before she could fall.

"Easy," he said softly. "You don't have to push yourself like this."

But Emma brushed his hands away. "Don't act like you know what's best for me, James. I can take care of myself!"

James took a slow breath, forcing himself not to raise his voice. He knew she wasn't fighting him - she was defending herself. She had been standing on her own for so long that she had forgotten what it meant to lean on someone.

"Emma," he said quietly at last. "You're not alone, even if you think you are."

Before Emma could reply, the doorbell rang. James went to answer it, and the doctor entered, carrying a small medical bag. The middle-aged man smiled politely, his expression calm and professional.

"Good morning, Mrs Taylor," he greeted warmly. "How are you feeling today?"

Emma shot James a sharp look. "I didn't ask for a doctor."

"I did," James replied simply. "You need a follow-up check. At least let me make sure you're truly all right."

Emma sighed in defeat. She didn't have the energy to argue.

The doctor began checking her blood pressure, temperature, and pulse with careful precision.

A few minutes passed in silence. Then, as the doctor reviewed his notes, his expression shifted slightly. He glanced at Emma, then at James.

"Hmm..." he murmured, before turning to James. "Mr Walker, may I have a word outside?"

Emma immediately tensed. "There's no need. Say it here, Doctor. I don't keep secrets."

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then looked at her again - his voice gentle but firm.

"Mrs Taylor, I'm not sure if you've realised it yet, but based on my examination... you're in the early stages of pregnancy. Around six or seven weeks, I'd estimate."

A long silence fell across the room.

Even the air seemed to stop moving.

Emma froze.

The word pregnant echoed in her mind like thunder rolling through an empty valley.

James lowered his gaze, pretending to be surprised, though inside his heart pounded violently. He closed his eyes briefly, feigning ignorance of a truth he had already known.

Emma clutched the edge of the blanket tightly. "That... that's impossible," she stammered. "You must be mistaken, Doctor."

She was trying to cover her panic, hiding behind denial.

"I'm afraid not, Mrs Taylor," the doctor said softly. "Low blood pressure, dizziness, and extreme fatigue are all common early signs of pregnancy. I suggest you start full rest immediately. Your body's showing clear signs of strain. If you're still uncertain, we can confirm it through laboratory tests."