Page 78 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

I keep my eyes down, not wanting to look at all the happy couples. Cassi did offer to come with me, but I didn’t want her to get in trouble at work. She’s coming over later with pizza so I can share all my news with someone at least.

There’s no way I’m ready to tell Aunt Maria yet. Not until I figure out what the hell I’m going to do about Andre.

If I don’t tell him, I’ll have to leave before he figures it out. There’s no other way. We’ve been fucking enough, and oral contraceptives don’t always work. He’d put two and two together, and I can’t stand the idea that he might force me to get rid of this baby.

“Lila Morano?”

I glance up and find Dr. Waite smiling at me.

He must be in his late fifties, with graying hair and kind eyes.

I get to my feet, my legs shaking as I wipe my sweaty palms on my dress.

“Yes, that’s me.” I cross the waiting room.

I follow Dr. Waite down a corridor until we get to his office.

“I’m going to need you to remove your underwear and take a seat on the chair for me, ok?” he says.

“Uh, ok.”

He smiles at me, pulling a curtain around the chair to give me some privacy.

I kick off my flats and reach beneath my dress to remove my underwear. I opted for something more flowy rather than the skin tight number I wore the other day. Though I don’t think it would make much difference what I wore right now. From the heated looks Andre gives me when I’m near, I know I could be wearing a garbage bag and he’d still bend me over his desk and fuck me.

My cheeks redden. I shouldn’t be having such thoughts in the OB’s office.

I slide onto the chair, the blue paper rustling beneath me, and pull the modesty cover over my lower half.

“All done,” I say.

Dr. Waite pulls back the curtain and takes a seat on the rolling stool.

“Ok. So, today we’re going to do a trans-vaginal ultrasound,” he explains. “Because you expect you’re only around eight weeks along, correct?”

“Yes.”

My ears are ringing as I watch him pick up a long probe and cover it with a condom and some gel.

I’m gripping the edges of the chair so tightly my knuckles are turning white.

“No need to be nervous. This won’t hurt a bit. Please, place your ankles together and let your knees fall open for me.”

I lean back, looking up at the ceiling as I open my legs. I wince as I feel the ultrasound wand be inserted.

“You’re doing great.”

I nod, my eyes pricking with tears. Not from the pain, but from the fact that I have no one beside me to hold my hand.

“Ok, let’s see what’s going on,” Dr. Waite mutters as he turns on the monitor beside us.

I watch, hardly daring to breathe as a black and white image appears on the screen.

He continues to move the wand around, not saying anything as he watches the monitor.

“Is everything ok?” My heart is starting to pound in my chest. “There is a baby, right?”

He chuckles.

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