It’s a lot for a nurse to be asking. Not protocol if I had to guess. But honestly, I don’t mind the personal bluntness of it all. It makes me feel like Iris is in the room. I regret now that she isn’t.
“I don’t know…” I say. “But he cares about me.”
She smiles sweetly. “Then I bet he’s one of the good ones.”
I leave the office and head to the pharmacy. The air is sunny and hot and thick, a nice change from the cold dark stale air in the office. My phone is already blowing up with multiple texts.
Iris: How did it go? Are you for sure pregnant?
Callum: Hey, just checking in. Hope you’re feeling better.
Kate: Hey, I need some help with cake flavors. I want six tiers, but six flavors seems like a lot. Or is it? The better, right? Haha!
Jesus. I ignore the third text and put the first on hold, texting Callum first.
Amanda: I feel alright, thank you. Just a little iron issue. Going to get some supplements.
I know I need to tell him. But I need to process first. So, I text Iris.
Amanda: Yes.
Iris:
Amanda: Want to see something cool?
I take a screen shot of the sonogram pic. While it’s just a blob, it’s real. A baby with measurements and gestation period and everything.
Iris: I am BAWLING. Oh Amanda. I know it’s a lot. But you got this.
I hope she’s right. Jesus, I hope she is right.
Chapter 29
Callum
“In the market for a ring, sir?”
The girl behind the counter at Cartier smiles at me and it suddenly hits me…
I’m in the market for a ring. And that can only mean one thing…
I’m in love?
Nope. It’s not a question. As Amanda’s face floods back into my mind I know I’m not crazy. I am without a doubt ready to buy this ring.
“So, tell me a little about this girl,” the woman prods me on as I look in the case of diamonds. So. Many. Diamonds.
“She’s incredible,” I answer.
“They usually are.”
“One of a kind,” I add.
“And she needs a one-of-a-kind ring. Is she flashy? The bigger the better? Does she want the ring to shout from the rooftops I’M MARRIED so she doesn’t even have to say it?” she asks, handing me a diamond wrapped ring that weighs about as much as my Rolex.
I rub my chin, handing the ring back to her. “No, that’s not really her.”
“So, something more delicate?” She hands me another, this one much smaller, almost no diamond at all but a beautifully carved band.
