“The doctor will be in shortly.” She smiles and slips out the door.
“You knew about this?”
“Yep. Pretty standard.”
“Well, could you turn around or something?”
He laughs and grabs a magazine from the table next to him, opens it up, and covers his face.
“What’s so funny about this?” I ask, slipping out of my panties and placing them in my purse. He’s seen me in less, but the garish lights in this exam room are making me feel self-conscious about my choice in underwear.
“Nothing.” His muffled voice lilts with amusement.
“No. Say it.”
“You’re just real cute when you get flustered.”
“I’m not flustered. I’m agitated. And hungry,” I grumble, sliding onto the exam chair and positioning the sheet over my waist. I didn’t even think about bringing snacks with me. The only things in my purse are gum, ginger candy, and my phone. “You can look now.”
Trevor closes the magazine and digs in his computer bag, then walks over to me, unwrapping a granola bar on his way. “I have a few other things if you’re still hungry. We can grab some food afterward too.”
“I don’t want to eat all of your snacks.”
“They’re not my snacks. I brought them for you.” He meets my scowl with a smirk. As I start to tell him how unnecessary it is for him to feed me, he sticks the granola bar in my mouth. “Eat. You’ll feel better, swee—Willa.”
I’d argue, but this basic-ass granola bar is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Demolishing it in three bites, I smack my lips for good measure when it’s gone. I’m about to ask for more when there’s a knock on the door. One thatstayson the other side until I say, “Come in.”
Dr. Quentin is about fifteen years older than I am, a straight shooter, and speaks her mind freely, which I deeply appreciate. She walks into the room with a bright white smile gleaming from her mahogany face. Her curly brown hair is secured on top of her head with a claw clip. She doesn’t even glance at the man in the corner, her attention solely on me as she looks over her glasses. “Willa, Willa, Willa. You are full of surprises.”
“Hey, Doctor Q.”
“You told me you were done with that Carter guy.” She waggles her finger at me, but the smile remains. I had plenty of visits with her when I found out my ex had cheated on me the first time. And the second time. By the third time, she was as fed up with him as I was.
“Oh, I am.” I clear my throat and point behind her. “This is Trevor.”
Turning on her heel, she cocks her head at him before walking over and sticking out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Trevor.” He takes her hand with a smile. “Now”—she flips her attention back to me—“what ever happened to using protection?”
“We did.” I shrug and give her a nervous smile.
“Mm-hmm.” She tucks her chin, scrutinizing me over her glasses again as she walks toward her stool. I can’t blame her. If it wasn’t happening to me, I wouldn’t believe it either. “Well, I guess you two get a pass, then. Let’s see how far along you are.”
“Eight weeks, exactly,” I say without hesitation.
She laughs. “Youwouldknow exactly when you conceived. You’re sure this wasn’t planned?”
“Not. At. All.” I shake my head.
Dr. Quentin whips her head back to Trevor. “And you plan on being involved the entire time?”
He chuckles and nods. “Yep. If she’ll let me.”
“Willa, you better let this man take care of you.” She repeats her finger waggle. “Any morning sickness?”
“Nothing too bad…” I lie. Now that I’m feeling a little better, the past few days feel like an overreaction. I don’t want to seem weak so early on, and with this being a surprise, I definitely don’t want to look like I can’t handle my responsibility.
Trevor clears his throat and walks across the room to stand next to me. “Uh, yeah, she’s been sick all day long since Monday.”
“Ooh, he’s tellin’ on you!” Dr. Q teases, slipping on blue nitrile gloves. “I like him. Let’s do this ultrasound so you two can get out of here.” She slides a condom on the transducer andsqueezes lube over it. “You ready for me to bring my rowdy kids to the studio next week?”
