Page 93 of Ruthless Vengeance
“Mostly nausea and fatigue. And also, sensitivity to certain smells.”
“Hmm…” Dr. Weston scribbles down some notes.
“At first, I thought I might be pregnant. The symptoms feel…familiar. I felt like this when I was pregnant with Zoe.”
Dr. Weston arches a brow. “And you’re still breastfeeding.”
I nod.
“What about sex?”
Heat rushes to my face despite the fact that I’m a grown woman with a child. But somehow, speaking to a doctor about sex makes me feel like a teenager. “Yes, I’m, uh…having sex.”
“Then unless you used any contraception, pregnancy is absolutely a possibility.”
“B-but I thought you couldn’t get pregnant if you’re breastfeeding?” I’m a little panicked as I think of all the times Marco and I have slept together over the past few weeks, completely unprotected.
“It definitely reduces your chances, but it doesn’t eliminate them completely.” She reaches into her bag for a plastic cup. “Let’s check to be sure.”
My heart pounds as I take the cup and head into the bathroom.
I feel stupid for bypassing protection when Marco and I had sex and relying on the fact I was breastfeeding, but I guess there’s not much I can do about it now.
When I return with the sample, Dr. Weston immediately dips the test into the cup and within fifteen seconds, the two lines start to appear clear as day.
I’m pregnant.
Again.
“It looks like your suspicions were correct.” Dr. Weston offers me a smile. “Congratulations.”
I’m too stunned to speak. Every emotion is coursing through me as I take the test from Dr. Weston and stare down at the two pink lines.
Zoe isn’t even a year old yet, and my life is only starting to get back on the right course after my first pregnancy sent it careering off the tracks.
And now I’m about to do it all over again.
“Do you know the date of your last period?”
I shake my head. “They’re still irregular after having Zoe. I-I couldn’t say for sure. Maybe six weeks?”
“Okay, well, I suggest you book yourself in for a scan as soon as you’re feeling better so we can get an idea of how far along you are. In the meantime, I’ll leave some electrolyte sachets for you to drink just to keep you hydrated and try to stick to plain foods to help keep your stomach settled.”
“O-of course.” My eyes remain fixed on the two pink lines.
“If your nausea gets worse, please call me as it could be an indication of hyperemesis gravidarum, in which case, we’d need to admit you and administer fluids.”
I nod, too overwhelmed to speak.
“Congratulations, again.” She leaves the room.
I press a hand to my stomach as the reality starts to sink in.
“Holy crap.”
I’m going to have another baby.
Even though there’s a tiny ache building in my chest at the idea of delaying my dreams of going to fashion school once again, there’s one thing I already know for sure.
