Page 31 of The Virgin's Baby
“Oh, no!” I gasped.
Looking concerned, he asked, “What is it?”
“They’re going to do an ultrasound today.” I handed him my phone so that he could read the message.
“That’s not a big deal, is it?” Then he read what it entailed and let out a whistle. “Oh, I see now. That sounds kind of…”
I finished his sentence. “Gross.” My stomach flipped as I thought about them doing a vaginal ultrasound while I was bleeding heavily. “It’s going to be such a mess.”
Ransom didn’t look as if it affected him much as he held open the door for me to go into the doctor’s office. “I don’t want you to worry.”
“I can’t stop worrying. This is going to be so uncomfortable. I’ve never had this done and to be on my period when it happens? It’s too gross.” We walked up to the receptionist. “Aspen Dell for an ultrasound.”
She nodded then pointed to the door to the left. “You two come on back.”
Ransom took my hand, leading me to the door. “It’s going to be fine. I’ll just sit right next to you and hold your hand and tell you a funny story while they do it. I’ve been saving this one story for you anyway.”
Every time we touched, I felt a spark. I had no idea why Ransom didn’t feel it, but it was beginning to make me a little nuts. One thing I knew was that I didn’t want Ransom in the room when this went down. “Can you just wait outside for me to do this, Ransom? It’s going to be very, um, personal.”
A nurse came around to take us where we needed to go, and he pulled me along with him. “It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”
I really didn’t want him to go in with me. If I hadn’t been attracted to him, then it might’ve been okay. But I was insanely attracted to him, and I didn’t want him to see me with blood coming out of me and something being inserted into a cavity that nothing more substantial than a tampon had ever been inserted into.
Ransom had no idea I was a virgin. For that matter, the doctor didn’t either. But I had this terrible feeling that everyone was about to find that out. And I had no idea what they would do.
My protests were too weak; I knew I should step it up if I really didn’t want Ransom in the room with me. I was just about to firmly tell him in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t going to go in with me, when Doctor Larson came around the corner.
“Good. I’m glad you came too, Mr. Whitaker. This isn’t a pleasant process, and I want you to be particularly aware that this isn’t the worst Miss Dell will go through if you two decide to go through with this.” She pushed the door open and in we went.
Feeling put on the spot to allow Ransom to be there with me, I shut my mouth. A nurse in the exam room greeted us and pointed to a door to one side. “Please go in the dressing room, Miss Dell. In there you will find a gown. Put that on, and then come back out here.”
Stepping near enough to whisper to the female nurse, I asked, “And what do I do about my panties? I’m bleeding pretty heavily. And I’m wearing a tampon.”
“Oh, that’ll have to go.” She went to a drawer then pulled out an enormous pad. “Put this on instead. You can leave on your panties and bra. There’s a toilet in there too. Feel free to urinate and get rid of that tampon.”
The nurse clearly missed my intentions when I whispered and seemed unconcerned with my need for discretion. I was thankful that Ransom seemed not to be listening as he looked over the devices in the room, asking the doctor questions about them.
Taking the pad with me, I went to disrobe in the next room. My heart pounded as I took my clothes off. My head swam as if I might pass out when I put on the gown.
What am I doing?
Was it all going to work out? Would the doctor push that ultrasound thing into me and find out I was a virgin and stop everything?
I had no idea if she would go through with the whole thing once she found out that I hadn’t ever had sex. I didn’t know if she could, legally or medically.
After using the bathroom, getting rid of the tampon, and cleaning myself up as best I could, I put the giant pad into my panties. Washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror. “Okay, just breathe. They probably won’t find out. If the tampon didn’t break my hymen, then the vaginal ultrasound won’t either.” I had to believe that.
Going back into the room, I found the lights had been dimmed, and the screen on the ultrasound machine was lit up. Ransom stood near the head of the examination table. His smile was warm. “Here we go, Aspen.”
Yeah, here we go.
I had to stop to take a deep breath. “Is it normal to feel so much anxiety at this point?” I asked the doctor.
It was the nurse who answered me, “Most women are nervous during every procedure. It’s okay. You’re not any different from any of the other women we see here. Come on now. Let’s just do this thing and get it over with. Then you’ll get the other medications, and we’ll be that much closer to getting you guys that baby you so desperately want.”
Ransom added, “Yeah, we’ll be that much closer. Come on. It’s going to be fine. I promise you.”
None of them knew what I was hiding. No one was aware that this might be the end of the road for me.
