Test result

TEST RESULT

Mia snaps her fingers like she’s cracked the code to life itself. “Mel, listen. The only way we can find him is simple,the hotel.”

I blink at her. “What?”

She leans forward, eyes glowing with excitement. “Think about it. For a whole king to have a private-person room at that hotel, it means he uses it often.

He’ll come back. That place is his hideout, or business stop, or whatever rich kings do. We’ll wait for him there.”

I stare at her, speechless.

“And before all that,” she continues, wagging a finger, “we need proof. Solid proof. We’re going to the hospital to get a proper pregnancy test. Not those cheap sticks you used.”

“Mia—”

“No,” she cuts me off. “Someone like him won’t take your word. We need results. Papers. Medical stamps. Evidence.”

I swallow hard. She’s right. And that’s what scares me.

“After we get the results,” she goes on, “we’ll go to the hotel every night and watch. Any car with a royal crest emblem? We pay attention. That’s how we find King Adrian.”

I let out a sharp breath, frustration prickling my skin. “That’s easier said than done, Mia. Even if we do find him, how am I supposed to make him stop? His convoy? His security? What do I do, jump in front of the car? Throw myself on the windshield?”

She doesn’t even flinch; she just narrows her eyes at me. “You know, I’ve watched you handle worse things. You always find a solution. But the moment it involves this king, you’re acting… scared. Pessimistic. That’s not you.”

I look down at my hands, twisting my fingers together. “Maybe because he’s a king,” I whisper. “And I’m… nothing.”

Mia’s expression softens. She shifts closer, gently tilting my chin up so I meet her eyes. “Mel, you’re not nothing. You’re smart, strong, hardworking… and now, you’re carrying something important. You have to try. Do your best, and hope for the best.”

The tears I’ve been holding back finally burn behind my eyes. I lean forward and wrap my arms around her. “Thank you,” I murmur against her shoulder. “For staying. For not freaking out. For… everything.”

“Of course.” She squeezes me tightly. “We’re in this mess together.”

I pull back a little, wiping my face. “What about reaching out to him on Instagram? Maybe he’ll see it? A message… something.”

Mia’s eyes widen. “Yes! We’ll try *every* way. Email, social media, even his palace line if we can find it.” She laughs under her breath. “We’re about to chase a whole king, Mel.”

And for some unknown reason—maybe hope, maybe desperation—I feel a spark in my chest. Energy. Purpose.

“Okay,” I breathe out. “Let’s do it.”

Mia grins. “Then tomorrow, hospital first.”

I nod.

For the first time since everything fell apart, I feel like maybe—just maybe—I can fight for this.

For my baby.

For the truth.

For the impossible.

The hospital smells like disinfectant and cold floors, too bright, too quiet. Mia and I walk in together, but it feels like I’m walking toward the edge of something I can’t return from, my heartbeat sounds louder than it should.

At the reception desk, the nurse barely looked up.

“How may I help you?”

I steadied my voice. “I need a pregnancy test.”

She handed me a form. My hands shook as I filled in my details, name, age, last menstrual date. Each word felt heavier than the last. When I returned the clipboard, Mia watched me with quiet concern.

“Breathe,” she whispered.

I tried.

A few minutes later, a nurse opened a door. “Melissa Lawson?”

My stomach tightened. Mia squeezed my hand once before I stepped into the examination room.

The nurse inside handed me a small container. “Collect the sample and bring it back.”

In the bathroom, I gripped the sink and stared at my reflection. My eyes looked tired, uncertain.

“This is it,” I said softly to myself. “There’s no turning back.”

When I returned the sample, the nurse gave a short nod. “Results will be ready soon.”

The wait felt endless.

Finally, the door opened again. “Melissa, you can come in.”

The doctor sat behind a small desk, my file in front of him. His face was calm, too calm for what I feared he was about to say. He opened the folder, glanced at the paper, then looked directly at me.

“Your results are ready.”

My breath lodged in my throat.

“Congratulations,” he said evenly. “You’re pregnant. Approximately five weeks along.”

The words hit with sharp, unmistakable clarity.

Exactly the night with him.

Exactly when everything changed.

Behind me, Mia gasped loudly. “Five weeks? Mel, that’s… that’s exactly—”

Her voice faded into the background. The room felt smaller. My pulse, louder than anything else.

.

The doctor continued, vitamins, early precautions, follow-up appointments, but his words blurred into a distant hum.

When we finally stepped outside, Mia clutched the printed result like it was fragile.

My name.The hospital stamp.The confirmation.Positive.

“Mel,” she whispered, eyes wide, “this is real.”

I looked down at the paper in her hands. The truth stared back at me, undeniable now.

No more guessing.

No more fear of the unknown.

This was my reality.

“Mia” I breathed, this is real.”

And my future was now tied to the most unreachable man in Greece.

Tonight, we will begin the next step.