Wait until you get home. I’m going to bend you over my knee and —
“Miss Brooks?”
I almost jumped off the chair as my name was called, my cheeks flaming as I hurried to lock my phone and shoved it in my bag. The nurse gave me a funny look, probably wondering why I looked so guilty as I gave her a sheepish smile.
I look guilty because I have a horny fucking God on my phone, sending me all manner of filthy, depraved threats, and I wanted every single one of them!
What the fuck was wrong with me lately? I was like a dog in heat, ready to go the second Dante so much as crooked his finger in my direction.
This was my fault for challenging him this morning and mocking his stamina. I should have known he’d find a way to make me pay for it.
“If you would like to come this way?” the nurse said, interrupting my thoughts as she stepped to the side and gestured for me to follow her.
“Of course,” I said, getting to my feet and following. We made small talk on the way to the treatment room, asking about each other’s day, the weather, and if I was watching Big Brother this year. I was not.
“Ahh, Miss Brooks,” the doctor smiled at me as the door was pushed open. “How nice to see you again. Take a seat.”
I sat down, and he looked behind me, a look of trepidation in his eyes. “That man of yours not with you today?”
“Not today.” I smothered a smile. He was looking at the door as though he half expected Dante to come jumping out wearing a mask and wielding a knife.
Hey now, there’s a thought…
No, stop it, Rachel. Stop it.
“So…” he paused as he scanned my notes. “I believe you were first admitted due to a house fire?”
“Mhm,” I responded, knowing he wasn’t actually expecting a response, and was simply familiarising himself with my notes.
“You were treated for minor smoke inhalation and burns. I trust they’ve healed nicely?” He asked, looking over the top of the notes at me.
“Getting there.”
“Wonderful. There were some traces of blood in your urine, so it was requested that we get some blood work done, just to be on the safe side, as well as redoing the blood test.”
“You couldn’t have saved us both time and read all of this before I was called into the room?” I asked, a note of impatience in my voice. All I could think about was getting out of this room and reading the slew of texts that Dante had been sending me. I could feel my phone vibrating in my bag, and the temptation was calling to me.
“There seemed to be some confusion last time, Miss Brooks, and your partner wasn’t happy about being left in the dark. I’m just making sure everything is cleared up and we’re all on the same page. I’m happy to note that everything seems okay. Your blood work came back fine, although a little on the low side for your iron, but we’ll keep an eye on that. How are you feeling lately? Tired?”
“A little, I suppose.”
“Any strange cravings?” He said with a knowing smirk.
The phone and all the forbidden texts were forgotten.
“If you’re about to say what I think you’re going to say, I suggest you don’t, and we can pretend this conversation never happened.”
“You’re—”
“Don’t.”
“—pregnant, Miss Brooks. Around five weeks. Very early days, but that does explain the blood in your urine. It’s called spotting, and it’s very common during implantation…”
His words were drowned out as my world exploded.
Pregnant.
Me.
