The Randy Romance Novelist(89)
“Yes, I will show you to her room. Meet me at the door to the side and I will guide you back.”
“Thank you.” I gave her my most winning smile, grateful for not having to put up a fight.
The doctor’s office was full of waiting women, all with different sized bellies. Some looked completely and utterly miserable; they were the ones with the bigger bellies, and the other women were positively glowing. I wondered what Rosie looked like now that she knew. The only thing I could think of was terrified, since she wasn’t secure with our relationship right now.
The nurse receptionist met me at the door and guided me down a hallway decorated with pictures of pregnant women and female organ charts. We walked all the way to the back and then she knocked on the door on the right.
“Come in,” Delaney’s voice rang out.
“Go ahead,” the nurse nodded, letting me let myself in.
I took a deep breath and opened the door to find Rosie looking forlorn, troubled, and sad, and Delaney hovering over her.
“Henry, what are you doing here?” Delaney asked, cluing Rosie in to who just entered the room.
I shut the door before I answered. I wasn’t quite keen on letting everyone in the building hear our business.
“I didn’t want to miss this appointment,” I answered her. Rosie briefly glanced at me, but then turned away. I saw the tears in her eyes. I glanced at Delaney and pleaded with her. “Can you please give us some privacy?”
I was ready for her to put up a fight, but from the look of the hangover she was sporting, she was happy to leave. Rosie was a handful at times, especially right now, so I sensed her relief.
Before Delaney exited the room, she leaned into me, placed her hand gently on my arm, and said, “Please don’t break her heart.”
She left, leaving me utterly confused. Why the hell would I break Rosie’s heart? She was my forever.
Silence filled the room, and I wasn’t quite sure how to approach the situation. In the past, I’d never had trouble talking to Rosie. It was always easy having a conversation with her. We were able to skip the awkwardness and be real with each other. Right now, it seemed like we wouldn’t be able to pull ourselves out of the awkward pool even if we had a crane helping us.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I walked over to the table and hovered over her. She turned her head away from me, not allowing me to see those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
“Rosie, please look at me.”
“I can’t.” Her voice was filled with heartache.
“Love, please. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”
She sniffed and wiped at her face, just as there was another knock on the door, followed by the doctor entering the room.
“How are we today, Miss Bloom? Glad you were able to come back and get things checked out.”
“Yeah, sorry about last time.” She sniffed and straightened on the table. She glanced at me briefly, and in that one second, I saw total defeat on her face. My stomach churned and nerves hit my veins hard, sending chills of anguish through my body.
“Since we already know you are pregnant; why don’t we get right to it and see how far along you are?”
The doctor turned on the ultrasound machine that was next to the bed and dimmed the lights in the room. I took the seat next to Rosie and observed everything that was happening.
I’d watched enough TV shows and movies with pregnant people in them to know the drill. They squirted gel on the belly, moved a wand over the skin, and a grainy image popped up on the screen. Even though it was familiar to me, sitting in front of the screen now, watching the doctor open Rosie’s robe slightly to apply the gel, it was surreal.
Within minutes, the doctor had the screen fired up and the wand on her stomach. A whopping beat echoed through the silent room, and a little bean showed up on the screen. The doctor pointed at it and said, “There’s your baby.”
In awe, I watched the flicker of a heartbeat on the screen and the little shape take form. My heart beat rapidly in my chest and the only thing I knew to do was link my fingers with Rosie’s. I grabbed her hand and brought it up to my lips. I placed a very gentle kiss on her knuckles, and held her hand close to me.
The doctor talked about the baby’s size and the heartbeat, and confirmed that she was in fact three months along, which only meant Rosie and I must have conceived around the first time we had sex. What were the chances of that happening?
Well, according to Legacy, a point five percent chance. I guess we were the lucky ones.
The rest of the appointment was spent checking her body out, asking her questions, and making sure she knew what vitamins she needed to start taking, but I didn’t pay attention to that because in my hand was a strand of pictures, all with my baby in them, front and center.
My eyes misted with joy and I didn’t care if the doctor saw me cry. This was the baby I created with Rosie, and it would be so f*cking cherished; I would make sure of it.
“If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to call the office. We will see you in a few weeks, Miss Bloom. Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” Rosie answered softly as the doctor left.
Neither one of us moved right away. She lay flat on the table and I sat next to her, frozen in awe. She was due in six months. In six months, we were no longer going to be just a couple, we were going to be a family of three.