Page 35 of Slay King

“Yes,” I replied.

I took a deep breath as he walked back into the room. This was not a big deal. I was a grown woman. I was being silly. I forced a smile as he walked over to my urine sample.

The silence in the room felt awkward, so I tried to think of something to say just to make myself feel better. But what did one say to a man currently studying your pee? Dropping my gaze to my hands clasped in my lap, I decided to wait and let him speak first.

He cleared his throat, and I glanced up to see him turn around with both his hands stuck in the pockets of his slacks. When his eyes met mine, there was a serious expression on his face. I stilled.

What had my urine told him? He wasn’t easing my nerves over the exam he had to do. Where was his smile? Wasn’t he supposed to be making me feel better about this?

He glanced back at the door, then walked over to it and closed it softly. Perhaps he felt weird about having to give me a Pap smear. He’d be up close and personal with my lady bits. Maybe I should have had Maeme come in here. I could still ask.

“Rumor.” He said my name just above a whisper. That was odd and not helping my growing anxiety.

“Yes?” I replied, wishing he would stop with this strange behavior.

I wanted the door back open. Maeme should be in here. I didn’t know Dr. Drew that well after all. Nurses were normally in the room with doctors.

“You’re pregnant.”

I sat there, staring at him. All other thoughts suddenly snatched from my head.

“What?” I asked, my voice cracking as those two words slowly sank in.

“The urine sample. You’re pregnant,” he repeated. “I don’t know how far along, and I don’t have the equipment here to do an ultrasound.” He ran a hand over his head and sighed. “I should have tested you before the X-rays on your ribs. You said you were on the shot, so I assumed you were safe. It’s rare that someone can get pregnant taking the Depo-Provera shot. We will need to run tests. See how far along you are. Do you remember the last time you had sex with, uh”—he paused—“your former husband?”

I couldn’t speak. I had no words. I just sat there, not knowing what I felt.

“I know this is a lot to take in, and I am sorry. Perhaps an examination would be the best way to start this. I can get an idea of how far along you are by checking for changes in your uterus and cervix. It isn’t accurate, but it will give us a ballpark. If you could tell me the last time you had sex, then that, too, would help.”

I blinked as I looked back at him. That was a very easy answer. However, the last time I’d had sex with Hill, I didn’t know. Sex with him had become something rare toward the end.

“Sex? Or … sex with Hill?” I asked, too numb to even be embarrassed by this question.

His eyes widened slightly. “You’ve had sex since you left your … Hill?”

I nodded.

“I need to know when.”

I dropped my gaze to my lap. “Last night.”

He was silent for a moment, and I began to twist the gown I was wearing in my hands.

“Was that the first time?”

I shook my head, not looking up at him.

“When was?”

I swallowed hard, feeling nausea slowly creep in. “Five … almost six weeks ago.”

“Were there other times in between?”

I nodded.

He let out a heavy sigh. “King.”

I nodded again.

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