I’m sure he’s confusing me with someone else. “I don’t know. I feel like half the time you were always taking me up against walls and furniture.”
His eyes heat, and I feel his desire in my bones. The explosive sex between us was not easily forgettable.
“I had you lying down more than once. I’m offended you don’t remember.” His jaw is tight, and his voice has dipped low.
I swallow down the butterflies, telling myself it’s just nerves about the exam. When the knock comes, relief floods my bloodstream since we can now push away this topic.
“Hello, I am Dr. Rojas. How are you guys today?”
She shakes both of our hands, gives Zander an extra-long look, then goes to the sink.
“So, am I supposed to pretend like I don’t know who you are? I mean, I had my lawyer check over all the paperwork because I don’t want to get sued, and he didn’t mention anything about that.” She washes her hands, dries them, then faces us.
Neither of us answer her.
Her eyebrows raise. “But seriously, am I supposed to act like I don’t know that you’re Zander Shaw?”
He smiles. “Not at all. I’m sorry for all the trouble. I’m sure this isn’t what you were planning today, so I apologize. But these are extenuating circumstances, and we just want to make sure that this doesn’t get out.”
“Of course. I’ve spoken with your manager, Beau, on the phone. He’s definitely… something. We’ve only told the one nurse—my head nurse, my most trusted—and she’s the one who brought you in. Nobody else will know you were ever here. And you know what, to make this even better, I think from now on we’ll do after-hours visits. Does that sound good?”
“That would be great.” I smile at her. “Are you sure though? I’d hate to keep you after just because of us.” I look at Zander for confirmation.
He nods.
“Nonsense.” She waves off my concern. “As long as I can bring my husband just one time to introduce you to him. He’ll sign the paperwork too.” She winks, and I’m not sure if she’s serious or not.
Zander chuckles. “No problem. Thanks for accommodating us. We really appreciate it.”
She smiles at us. She’s the cutest woman, petite with short dark hair and the kindest smile. “Okay, enough of the legal nonsense. I’ve had plenty of it today. No offense.”
“None taken.” Zander raises his hands.
“All right, let me get a little bit of information. I’ll keep your chart locked in my private office cabinet, so nobody else will have access to it, and I’ll give you my private number. I can’t guarantee the same level of privacy at the hospital, but let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. For now—Romy, when was your last period?”
I tell her. “I think I’m six weeks, maybe seven weeks, along.”
“Okay, so you’re not too late. And no bleeding?”
“No.”
“Isn’t that the issue?” Zander asks.
Dr. Rojas offers him an assuring smile. “I just want to make sure there was no bleeding after she found out she was pregnant.”
Zander looks at me. “Right. Blood’s not good right now.”
I run my fingers down his forearm, and he winds his hand around mine, gripping it as though he needs the anchor.
“All right, so are you guys—well, you know what, that’s not my business. Anyway, the urine sample you gave does indeed show that you are pregnant, Romy. Congratulations.”
We smile at her.
“That was very anti-climactic, you two.” She sits on the stool and slides closer. “I’ll send in for bloodwork, just to make sure. And while we’re here, I’d like to do an exam and then an ultrasound. Who knows—maybe we’ll see something.”
We nod, and Zander squeezes my hand as if he’s just as excited as I am.
“Great. Do you want Zander to stay for the pelvic exam?”
