The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Seven Words

Seven words were all it took for Lola’s perfectly planned life to change.

"Congratulations, Miss Young. You’re three weeks pregnant."

"Huh?" Lola’s mind went blank.

Pregnant?

She hadn’t even processed this as the doctor continued. "I’ve written you a prescription for your vitamins..."

His voice felt distant as her entire world spun around.

What... what’s going on? She wondered.

"Here." The doctor casually peeled the page from his prescription pad, producing a scratchy paper noise that snapped her out of her daze. "Come back next month for your monthly check-up."

Lola opened and closed her mouth, gazing at the prescription for first-time mothers atop a small pregnancy manual. When she looked up, a tiny smile appeared on her face as she let out a short, dry laugh.

"Doctor, are you sure... I’m pregnant?" She asked, visibly causing the doctor to frown. "I think there’s a mix-up here. Because that’s — that’s impossible! I’ve never been with a man."

She didn’t even have a lover; she never had one in her life. Not even flings. Well, if having a fiancé who had only looked at her in disgust could count as getting impregnated, then she’d had a dozen children by now!

So, how could she get pregnant?

"Besides, I’m only here because of some stomach problems... no?" Her voice slowly sounded tinier and more nervous. "Doctor, I really didn’t — I’m telling the truth."

The doctor frowned. "Miss Young, did you undergo medical procedures like in vitro fertilization or donor insemination?"

"What? No."

"Then there’s only one way you could be pregnant!" The doctor’s tone continued to dip.

"But—"

"Miss Young, if you’re embarrassed that you got pregnant out of wedlock, please stop wasting our time!" This time, the doctor couldn’t help but scold her. His voice was loud enough to reach the people waiting outside for their turn. "We still have plenty of other patients waiting to be examined. I’ve finished my diagnosis."

Lola frowned and dejectedly left the office.

As she stepped out, she could hear the hushed, nasty comments and see the scornful looks of the other pregnant women outside the office.

"I can’t believe she’s been keeping this line waiting so long just because she’s embarrassed."

"Youngsters these days. They selfishly don’t listen to their parents and end up getting knocked up."

"Young guys don’t have taste or standards anymore. How could they stomach knocking up such a fat girl? I fear for this new generation."

"She’s still so young... another young mother who will have to burden her elders with such a responsibility."

"I pity her child. The child wasn’t born yet, but his mother already denies his existence!"

Lola hung her head low as she dragged her feet outside the clinic and jumped back on her scooter. When she reached home, she barely closed the entrance before slumping to the floor as if her entire world were crumbling.

"I’m pregnant..." she whispered to herself, utterly confused. "How?"

But more than the confusion of just being pregnant, Lola was more perplexed because...

"This didn’t happen in my first life, though?"

Lola had a secret she hadn’t told anyone.

This wasn’t her first life.

And in her first life, around this time of year, she... was pushed into an accident that left her crippled for life.

Placing a hand on her stomach, her eyes fell on it. Her lips quivered, still confused how, out of nowhere, she was blessed with a life within her.

"A life..." she whispered to the life within her. "How do I—"

The rest of her words choked in her throat as she remembered one of the mean comments she heard at the clinic.

"I pity her child. The child wasn’t born yet, but his mother already denies his existence!"

Seven months later, Lola’s stomach was bigger than that of a typical eight-month-pregnant woman. Somehow, she had managed to survive the past eight months by selling things online and doing some online art commissions. After all, the company she had started was barely staying afloat.

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