“I don’t need an explanation,” Colver growls.
Dr. Whitney begins to press buttons and draw lines on the screen.
She moves really fast.
When it’s time to listen to the heartbeat, my heart starts to race.
The second I hear the whooshing sound, my eyes fill with tears.
That makes it really real for me.
“Strong heartbeat,” Dr. Whitney says. “Right where we want it to be. I’m just going to say it right now. This is a very healthy pregnancy. Everything is perfect.”
Dr. Whitney removes the wand from my body.
I don’t even feel it.
I just stare at the screen.
She prints pictures for Colver and I.
She hands them to me and Colver rips them out of my hand.
He turns and stares down.
“What an asshole,” Dr. Whitney whispers to me.
I start to smile but suddenly stop.
Wait a second…
Dr. Whitney is a baby doctor.
How does…
“You okay, Abrielle?”
“This is really stupid to ask, but how do you two know each other?” I ask.
Colver turns his head.
Dr. Whitney looks at him.
My stomach drops.
OhGod. Don’t tell me these two used to date and fuck and all that…
“My best friend is an orthopedic surgeon that works for the team,” Dr. Whitney says. “She set Colver and I up on a date.”
My face burns hot with jealousy that shouldn’t matter.
“Relax,” Dr. Whitney says to me. “He stood me up.”
“I thought it was the next night,” Colver says.
“He’s lying,” Dr. Whitney says. “I showed up to a hockey practice and confronted him. Then we went out for dinner that night. No offense to you, Abrielle, but I couldn’t get through the appetizers with him. He’s damn rude. And just obnoxious.”
“You’re one to talk,” Colver says. “You looked like you stepped off a fucking runway from some weird clothing show or something. You’ve got a million dollar desire when I’ve got a beers and wings vibe.”