Page 35 of The Baby Twist
I rolled my eyes the moment he walked away. His father was flying in. Interesting. I wondered why. I finished up what needed to be done before noon, grabbed my purse, and headed to get my cast off. The cab dropped me off about a block away due to an accident that had traffic backed up beyond belief. I didn’t care because I was getting this damn thing off anyway. As I was hobbling down the street, my eyes widened as I saw Bri approaching me.
“Jenna?” She stopped when she saw me.
“Hey, Bri,” I spoke in an uncomfortable tone.
“My God. How are you?” She reached over and hugged me.
Breaking our embrace, she gripped my shoulders as she looked down at my belly.
“First things first, what happened to your foot?”
“I broke it. It’s a long story.”
“Are you pregnant? She placed her hand on my belly.
“I am.” I smiled uncomfortably.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. Why the hell wouldn’t you tell me? Who’s the father?”
Was she serious?
“I tried, but you were too busy letting your controlling boyfriend control you and our friendship,” I spat.
“I’m sorry, Jenna. It’s just?—”
“It’s just nothing, Bri.” I started to walk away.
“I miss you!” she shouted.
“I miss you too. You can call me sometime when your douchebag boyfriend allows it.” I walked away and headed to the building where the doctor was located.
I walkedout of the building feeling as free as a bird. Well, somewhat free. When I was out walking around the city or at work, I needed to wear a removable splint for a couple of weeks, which was fine. At least it was removable, and I didn’t need it 24/7. After my appointment, I went shopping and bought some new clothes. As I was climbing out of the cab and trying to gather my many bags, I heard a low voice behind me.
“Here, let me help you with those bags.”
Turning around, my face was mere inches from a handsome older gentleman. He had salt and pepper hair that was slicked back, striking blue eyes, a light mustache, and a salt and pepper beard that lightly graced his masculine jawline. He stood about six foot three and wore a classy black designer suit. There was a familiarity about him.No. It couldn’t be.
“Thank you, but I got it.” I gave him a small smile.
“Nonsense. Obviously, we’re going into the same building, so let me help you.”
I sighed as I gave him a few of my bags, and we walked into the building together.
“You’ve done quite a bit of shopping,” he spoke. “I hope your husband doesn’t mind.” A smirk crossed his lips.
“I’m not married, and I would never marry a man who would have a problem with it,” I said as we waited for the elevator to come down.
“Good.” He smiled. “What happened to your foot?”
“I broke it about six weeks ago. I just got my cast off today and need to wear this while I’m out and about.”
“I see. So, you did a bit of shopping to celebrate?”
The doors opened, and we stepped inside.
“No. I did some shopping because I’m pregnant, and all my clothes aren’t fitting anymore.”
“Which floor?” he asked.
