Page 192 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2
Dante fidgeted in his seat, eyebrows arched in confusion. He was probably wondering who the hell I’d bumped pelvises with. Then he fidgeted some more when the doc shot us both a speculative look.
“We’re not,” Dante was already denying any involvement. “I’m just her partner,”
“Business partner,” I hastened to clarify. Brits used the word differently, a partner to them was automatically understood to be your significant other. “And best friend,” I added with a tiny glare in his direction. Huh.
“I’m just here for moral support,” Dante said firmly. “I had todrive her here.”
“I’m not pregnant,” I said without doubt. My coat was unbuttoned so to prove a point I stood up and lifted my light sweater. “See,” I patted my flat stomach with a wry laugh. “Not pregnant.”
The doc gave me a strange look but kept that professional smile on her face.
I patted my tummy again, even harder to bring my point home. “If I was pregnant I would be about 3 months. Wouldn’t it show? There’s no baby in here.”
Suddenly feeling foolish, I dropped my sweater and sat back down. Dante’s reassuring gaze did nothing to ease the disquiet growing within me.
“Ok, let’s just run a few tests,”
“I missed breakfast,” I replied, annoyed with myself for not remembering my last period. It made me look stupid. “And I was on the pill,” My babbling just wouldn’t stop. “I’m not on it anymore, but like I said I’ve not had intercourse since September-”
“Was that around the time you stopped using birth control?” The doctor asked pleasantly.
“Um,” I stuttered and began chewing my lower lip again. “I’m not sure.” I looked at Dante. “But even if I did, it stays in your system, right? You have like a day’s grace period, don’t you? It’s in your body.”
Dante shrugged his shoulders, embarrassed at my flustered ramblings. “I don’t know, Madi.”
“Let’s just draw some blood and you can do a urine test,”
“Fine,” I cut her off abruptly. “That’s great. I’m probably anaemic like you said, and I missed breakfast.”
Under my stony gaze she went about getting the necessary tools to draw my blood. I couldn’t wipe the scowl off my face and it had nothing to do with the doc personally. I just felt like an idiot for not having clear responses to her questions about my cycle and birth control care. I had stopped taking the pill around September. When I ran out of the last box I had simply not bothered with getting fresh supplies. It sounded irresponsible now, but at that time I had no intention of having sex anyway. I still didn’t, what with being separated from my husband and awaiting an upcoming divorce to be filed in a month’s time. Wanting sex and actually having it were two different things. After letting her draw my blood and disappearinginto the loos to pee in a sample pot, I felt somewhat better having convinced myself I was still taking the pill that weekend Matt had sexed me up real good. Hmm. Memories. That stubble of his was…mmm.
“September?” Dante murmured while we waited for the doc to come back through the open door. We’d been waiting for ten minutes now and I could hear her speaking to someone right outside the room.
“Huh?” I feigned confusion and rocked forward on the seat, impatiently waiting for the obvious prognosis of exhaustion and anaemia. Instead of increasing my red meats intake, I could probably up the amount of spinach in my meals. With butter, oh yummy, and finely chopped onions, perhaps some crushed garlic-
“I’m so hungry, D.” I growled, then my stomach rumbled in agreement.
“September?” Dante asked again. “Who did you-”
“Shut up,” I hissed as the doctor re-entered the room with a thin file in her hand.
She smiled at us and took her seat. “We have the results back and I can confirm youarepregnant,”
I froze in my seat. Dante choked on air.
“Which is probably why you’re also anaemic and suffering from these dizzy spells-”
“Excuseme?” Still frozen to the chair only my face moved, the expression duly conveying my disbelief. “I’m what?”
“Pregnant.” The doctor repeated, her pleasant expression and warm smile dimming a fraction at my shocked features.
“No. There’s no way. I’m not pregnant.” I denied, now able to move my neck. I tilted my head at Dante. “I’m not pregnant.”
He stared at me in horror, mouth hanging open. It seemed he’d lost the ability to communicate so I turned back to the doctor.
“You’ve made a mistake,” My upper body was now able to move, mainly my hands and arms as I gestured wildly at nothing in particular. “I don’t know what tests you ran but they were obviously wrong!”
“I can assure you-” she began.
