Page 83 of Tempting God

“Want to tell me what made you toss and turn?”

She says, “Just thinking ahead about what our lives will look like when you win.”

“I like the way you think, but are you worried?”

“Not worried. Just trying to figure out what I want to do as the First Lady.” She pauses. “I wish I could get Felicity to quit HYPE and be on my staff.”

“Have you reached out to her? Her answer might surprise you.”

She shakes her head. “I haven’t.”

“You should,” I urge.

“How are you so perfect?” She asks, echoing my words from before.

“Baby, we’re a match made in heaven.”

We both laugh, knowing heaven had nothing to do with our match.

When we return to the suite, I ask Somya to reach out to local obstetricians. She works wonders and has a local obstetrician meet us in another room in the hotel two hours later. The older woman smiles at us, telling us what an honor it is to see us and then gets down to business.

“How long has it been since your last birth control injection?”

Greer answers, “Three months.”

“And there’s a chance you might be pregnant?”

A light blush creeps up Greer’s neck. “Yes.”

“When was your last menstrual cycle?”

“I don’t have normal ones because of the injection, but I did have one about two months ago.” She glances at me before adding, “Which means I had unprotected sex while I was ovulating.”

“Okay. Well, we’ll have some answers for you soon.”

She asks Greer a few more questions. I expect her to whip out an ultrasound machine or something, but all she does is draw Greer’s blood.

“Is that going to be enough to let us know if my wife is pregnant?”

The doctor smiles. “Yes, Mr. Carter. At this stage, the baby would be too small to see via ultrasound, so blood tests are our best guarantee.”

She hands the tube to an assistant, who quietly leaves the room.

“We’ll have an answer for you in less than an hour.”

The next hour feels like fucking torture. Greer works on her phone, but I can’t do shit. Finally, the assistant returns, handing the doctor a folded piece of paper. She opens it, looking it over before turning her attention to us.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Carter. You’re pregnant, though it’s still very early. Only a few weeks.”

Greer reaches for my hand and asks the doctor, “Is there anything I need to do?”

“I’ll make sure you’re left with some prenatal vitamins and a few brochures. Other than just taking care of yourself, there’s not much you can do at this stage other than let the little one grow.” She stands. “We’ll give you a moment and have the information and vitamins sent to your room.”

“Thank you so much,” I say. When she’s gone, I turn to Greer. “How are you feeling, Little Fae?”

“I’m not sure. This is a lot. Like, a lot a lot.”

I nod, knowing what she means. But I can’t deny that I’m happy.

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