Page 32 of They Call Me Dom

“You’re the best, baby.” I faced Dr. Ellis. “Thank you so much for helping us. You have been a real beacon in our life, but your services will no longer be needed. Today is our last visit. My husband and I will continue to be together and navigate our new lifestyle.” I stood and held my hand out for Sur. “Let’s go and get our girl.”

“I’m with you, baby,” Sur agreed.

“It was nice meeting you both. Thank you for the opportunity. It was a pleasure. Take care, and you both know where to find me if you need my services,” Dr. Ellis expressed.

I waved goodbye to her. My husband and I walked out of Dr. Ellis’s office hand in hand. We were closer and happier, just like we were when we met at seventeen.

11

Surtain “Sur”

I stirred in my sleep when the sound of coughing and vomiting filled my ears. I’d been partially awake with the thought of our last therapy session on my mind. I accepted the fact a long time ago that Lai didn’t want me sexually anymore, but to hear it out loud hit different. There was a pain in my heart because of it. The woman I’d loved and lusted after since high school no longer desired me the way I still did her. My life had changed so much in this short time that I struggled to process my newfound emotions.

Groggily, I sat up and looked around. Lai was in the bed sound asleep, but Dom wasn’t. I looked at the bathroom in our room. The door was closed, but the light was on. I flipped the cover off me and slipped into my underwear, a tee, and pajama bottoms. Dom’s puking had ended as I walked to the door.

I now heard running water. I knocked then entered. Dom brushed her teeth, but her eyes were red and tiny red bumps covered her face. It was called petechiae, a condition that was caused from stress or straining when vomiting. It had happened a lot to Dom lately. I’d never seen her look so ill. Dom spat in the sink.

“Baby, don’t come in here. It’s not good. I could be contagious. I don’t wanna get you sick.”

I kissed the back of her neck and cheek.

“Beautiful, I don’t care about that. You’re my baby. Take a seat on the toilet when you’re done,” I directed.

“Okay.”

I walked back into my room and removed my doctor’s bag from the closet. Something in me told me Dom had more than a stomach bug. That was even if she had one at all. Dom told us that the physician at an urgent care said she had a stomach bug. I had mixed emotions about his diagnosis. Dom had been sick for weeks now. Her stomach bug should’ve been gone or at least she should be recovering. When I walked back into the bathroom, Dom sat on the toilet top, but her head rested in her lap.

“Hey, baby. Sit up for me, please.”

She did as I instructed. I removed my thermometer and took her temperature. Dom’s temp was a hundred degrees. It was a low-grade fever. I removed my mobile blood pressure machine. As the balloon deflated, her numbers on the screen elevated until they stopped. Dom’s pressure was a little elevated. Her vomiting a minute ago was more than likely the cause.

“Is everything okay, love?”

“Yes. You have a low-grade fever, and your blood pressure is slightly elevated, but it’s nothing to worry about. I do have to ask you, Dom, when was the last time you had your cycle?”

Her face scrunched and brows furrowed. Dom pulled her legs under her and stared off into space. When her eyes widened, I felt that the question I’d been pondering since our hotel stay was validated.

“I-I haven’t had my cycle in almost two months,” she admitted softly. Dom stared at the floor when she answered.

“Baby, look at me.” Dom’s head slowly rose. She gazed into my eyes. “Lately, you’ve been super nauseous, dizzy, and your breasts are sore. Not to mention, when I enter you, your pussy feels warmer than it ever has. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, but I believe you are pregnant with my baby.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she nodded.

“I suspected, but I didn’t want to entertain the thought. It’s because I feared you might think I tried to trap you. Plus, I didn’t want Lai to hurt me or take you away from me. Sur, I’m not ready for a baby. I have nothing to offer a child. My life is all over the place right now. Not to mention, I got pregnant by a married man. Oh, God.”

She placed her hands over her face and sobbed. I sat on the floor of the bathroom and allowed Dom to feel. As wild and unorthodox as this situation may be, I was ecstatic. Not only was I about to be a father, but the woman I truly loved carried my baby. Life couldn’t get any better for me. I stood from the floor then pulled Dom into my arms. She stared at me with watery eyes. I wiped away her fresh set of tears.

“I know you’re scared right now. I am too, but I love you. What would make you think that I wouldn’t love our child too? It’s a unique situation to be in, but I want my baby.Ourbaby. No one, not even Lai, can keep me away from you and our child. We’re going to tell her now, but however she responds, just know I’ll be by your side every step of the way. Lai asked you a few days ago to move in with us, and you said you’ll think about it. I’m begging you now.

“There’s no way I can comfortably stay here knowing you’re at home alone with our unborn child. Lai and I have the means to provide for you both. If you say yes, then fuck that apartment and job. Come and live like a real princess. I know you’ve been on your own for a while now, but you don’t have to be any longer.What do you say? Please say yes, baby. Trust me. I’ll handle the rest.”

Dom searched my eyes with her lips pursed to the side. She contemplated heavily. The vein in her forehead continued to spike. I could only imagine how she felt. Stability was what she wanted, and I could offer her that and more. All she had to say was yes. Dom nodded slowly.

My brows merged together. “Are you saying yes?”

She nodded again.

“Yes,” she quietly replied.

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