Olivia
About a month later, I headed into downtown Savannah after making sure all sixty-two security measures were followed before leaving my condo. Shortly after the incident with Marvin, my place had been retrofitted to survive a zombie apocalypse, complete with a reinforced, impenetrable front door, panic room, and security cameras everywhere except my bathrooms.
Doc and I had settled into domestic bliss, splitting our time between the condo and the compound and it was working, so far, kind of perfectly.
Today, I needed to take care of my birth control situation again, so I checked into my doctor’s office and did my normal pee-in-a cup routine before my shot. I should probably figure out a more permanent solution, but this was working for me and I was pretty regimented with it, so I was a big believer in don’t fix what wasn’t broken.
“Knock, knock,” Margo Spencer said, as she walked into the room. “Hello, gorgeous.”
Margo was a friend as well as my doctor and I adored her.
“Hello,” I said, standing to hug her. “What’s new?”
“Same old, same old,” she said with a chuckle. “I keep saying I’m going to sail around the world with Brad Pitt, but it just never seems to happen.”
“I hear you.”
She pulled up a seat and logged into her computer. “So, you’re here for your shot. Any concerns?”
“Nope. I’m good. As always,” I said.
“I see a ring. Did you and Tristan finally get engaged?”
“Married,” I said.
“Really?” I didn’t miss a look of hurt cross her face. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks. It was a quickie courthouse thing, just the two of us. Long story,” I rushed to say. “Anyway, we’re throwing a reception in a few weeks, so I hope you’ll be able to make it. I’ll be sending out invitations this week.”
She grinned. “I’ll be there, babe, you know it.”
“Awesome.”
Margo focused back on her screen, tapping on the keyboard again. “Okay, I’m just pulling up your urine...ah...well, this is interesting.”
“What’s interesting?”
“Your urine is indicating positive for pregnancy.”
I let out a snort. “Uh, no way in hell.”
Margo smiled. “Well, you know how that can happen. We’ll take a quick blood test and we’ll know for sure. But we can’t give you your shot until we do.”
I sighed. “I get it. How soon can we deal with this?”
“I’ll do it for you now and rush it through the lab. I won’t have results until tomorrow, but you can come back anytime and I’ll squeeze you in for your shot.”
“Okay, Margo, I appreciate it.”
“Give me a sec.” She left the room, returning quickly with a phlebotomist who took my blood and sent me on my way.
