Page 8 of Hacker Christmas

A nurse in her late forties with light-brown hair waited for me at the door, holding a clipboard. Butterflies flew around my stomach.

She led me down the hallway and into a room then motioned for me to take a seat on the table so she could take my vitals. It felt as if my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

When she took me into the doctor’s office, my hands were sweating and shaking. Dr. Jones’s office was large. She sat behind a large glass desk, and baby photos lined the wall behind her.It made the room feel inviting.

“Hello, Dakota, my name is Dr. Jones. Please have a seat.”

“Daisy likes—sorry,” I mumbled. “Please call me Daisy.” Like the woman up front, she didn’t flinch at my words. She nodded, and I took a seat.

“Daisy, can you tell me a little about yourself and why you’re seeking a fertility doctor?”

I couldn’t help but twist my hands in front of me. It was hard to discuss my past. “Fifteen years ago, a sadist kidnappedme and held me captive. I was under his command for ten years. The evil man told me he made it so I can’t have kids. I found two wonderful men, and I want to know if I can start a family with them.”

I had to give credit to the doctor for not dropping her jaw. Most people thought my story was a lie until they discovered my back. It wasn’t, and I had the scars on my body to prove the years of abuse.

“When was the last time you saw a doctor?”

“When Sam and his team rescued me, I saw a doctor, but my mind was a fog back then, and Daisy doesn’t remember what they said.”

“Have you had unprotected intercourse recently?”

“Yes, I belong to a BDSM club, and they do a yearly blood draw. I don’t have an STD.”

The doctor coughed to cover up a laugh. “I’m glad you don’t have an STD.” She grabbed her stethoscope and walked toward the exam table. “Let’s do an ultrasound.”

I followed the nice doctor over to the exam table and jumped up. The paper crinkled under my butt.

“Can I lift the back of your shirt and listen to your lungs?”

I nodded before thinking about it, and her breath hitched when she lifted my shirt. “I hope the man who did this to your back is in jail.”

“Neal, one of my men, took care of him. He won’t be happy for a while. Aaron, my other man, wasn’t happy either.”

“Your lungs sound good. Let’s have you lie back so I can take a look at your reproductive organs.”

The gel felt cold as she squirted it on my stomach. She pressed a device to my stomach, and the screen lit up. A thumping noise came through the machine. I glanced to the doctor, and Dr. Jones fixated her eyes on the screen. “Do you see what the problem is?” My voice shook.

“Well, Daisy, the reason you never got pregnant in the past is that you have an IUD. But I think your IUD is past its expiration—look here.” She pointed to a speck on the screen. “It’s one of your babies, and if you look here”—she pointed to another speck—“it’s your other baby. Given their sizes, you’re about four weeks pregnant.”

I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. “Are you sure I’m pregnant?”

“Yes, and with twins.” She wiped the gel off my stomach and handed me a picture with my two babies. “I can refer you to another doctor for delivery. We need to get this IUD out.”

It took her a few minutes, and Dr. Jones removed the T-shaped device.

“Here is a list of doctors I recommend,” she said when she was done.

“But I don’t feel pregnant.”

“Some women don’t experience morning sickness. But, Daisy, you are pregnant—and with twins. You need to go home and tell your Neal and Aaron the excellent news.”

When I stepped into the waiting room, Neal and Aaron sat together. “What are you guys doing here?” I looked toward the receptionist.

“She said nothing,” Neal said. “When you texted you would be seeing a doctor, we wanted to be here to make sure you were okay.”

I turned back to the receptionist and asked if I could schedulean appointment with Dr. Angel, and her face lit up. Dr. Angel was Dr. Jones’s top OB-GYN on the list.

I turned to Neal and Aaron. “Do you guys want to come with me Friday to the next appointment?”

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