It was mid august and Jerome was back from his work trip to Paris working on a scientific experiment cloning genes. The sun glazed our faces as we took our morning jogs through Clarenton Park.
"So how was your trip" I asked.
He took one big bite into the apple, slowed down and said "it was fine, I accomplished alot"
"That sounds exciting" I said with a smirk and continued jogging. Jerome and I have been engaged for about 6 months after the water fall proposal last December at the Chamberlain Hotel. A couple weeks later, I realized that I was losing a lot of weight and I'd wake up with coating of bad tastes in my mouth which I found very unusual. My body told me something was wrong so I finally went to the doctor. Do I have anything contagious? Will I die? Is there something wrong with the baby? Is it something I ate. Caught up in my thoughts, the doctor tapped my shoulders and brought me into his room. I layed down and watched as he poured the gel over my stomach and stared at the moving life on the screen. I was still in the first trimester so it was difficult to tell if anything was significantly wrong. Doctor Mann tookk my temperature and looked in my mouth. I had a knawing fever and he took out a cotton swab and I drenched my saliva on it.
Minutes later he came back and told me that I was HIV positive and that if I had the baby, it would also be HIV positive. I grabbed my purse, slipped my shoes on and left. With tears in my eyes I handed Jerome the engagement ring and walked away.
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