I had to meet with them all, and this doctor, Dr. Jones, was the first one available.
So I’d taken the appointment, even though he wasn’t the doctor that I wanted to speak with.
Luckily, I wouldn’t have to take another appointment with him.
“Alright, well your pregnancy test came back positive, so you are indeed pregnant. Today we’ll be doing a sonogram on you to double check the dates, but with what I heard about you being a midwife, I’m fairly positive that your calculations on your gestation are correct,” he grinned.
I hid my wince once again with a smile. “Yeah, I’m fairly positive myself.”
He nodded. “What does your husband do?”
Instead of telling him that I wasn’t married, I just smiled and told him, “He’s a police officer.”
Something in his eyes flared, but was gone just as quickly as I saw it.
“Well that’s nice, I bet y’all are excited,” he said, standing up and walking to the sink to wash his hands.
I leaned back and lifted my shirt when he came back to me, his hands moving to my belly.
He pressed into my abdomen, and I had to clench my core tightly when the movement made the state of my bladder go from bearable to Defcon One.
“Everything feels alright,” he said, moving back until he was standing at the sink. “I’ve written a prescription for prenatal vitamins, as well as some nausea meds if you feel that you’ll be needing some, since I read in your chart that you’ve been experiencing quite a bit of nausea and vomiting.”
I nodded, and he smiled, that leer tilting up just the corner of his lips once again.
“Alright,” he said, standing up and heading to the door. “If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to call if need be. Do you know where the sonogram room is?”
I nodded, and he winked. “Alright little lady, you’re more than welcome to go! See you next month.”
I held my shiver in check until he’d closed the door, and I let out a breath of air.
Then an irrational rage swept through me.
If that bastard boyfriend of mine didn’t have to be so irrational about children, then I wouldn’t be freaking out right now alone. I’d have him holding me, telling me we’d never see that fucker again.
Because I knew damn well that Michael would’ve felt the same coming from him as I had.
I left the little room, waving at Dalia as I headed in the direction of the ultrasound room.
I found the room, and immediately realized that I’d fucked up.
Because Memphis, the wife of another member of the SWAT team, was smiling brightly at me.
“I just knew it!” She crowed happily. “I knew it!”
I blinked.
“Knew what?” I asked carefully.
“When I saw your chart. I bet Michael’s so happy!” She cheered happily.
Wrong. Michael didn’t even know!
“Umm, Michael doesn’t know,” I told her softly.
Her eyes cleared of their happiness.
“What?” She asked.
I was sure that was a shock to her.
Downy, her husband, was a really good man who’d been over the moon at hearing that Memphis was pregnant.
She probably didn’t even realize that some men didn’t feel the same way that hers did.
“Yeah, I haven’t told him yet,” I informed her. “And I’m not sure I want to…or how to.”
She blinked. “But why? He’s Saint. He’s the baby whisperer. He loves children.”
Yeah, I could see this going really wrong. “Michael doesn’t want kids,” I finally said. “I don’t know how he’ll react to hearing that I’m pregnant, nor if he’d be happy about it. If I’m being honest, I’m fairly sure he’s going to flip out and leave me.”
“Oh, Nikki. I’m sorry,” she whispered forlornly.
I shrugged.
It was what it was.
I’d deal with everything else once it happened.
Tonight, though, I’d tell him. I didn’t want him finding out from a friend when it should be coming from his woman. At least I could give him that.
Chapter 15
Nobody cares about your problems. We’ve got enough shit of our own to deal with.
-Michael to a suspect