“Like that?” I asked quickly adjusting my body.
“You got somewhere to be?” she countered.
“Hell nah.”
“Then enjoy the ride my love.”
23
HEIDI
Three months. Three long ass months I had to be away from my man. Yeah, the calls were very much still intact, but it didn’t help a darn thing. I was emotional as hell and sick as a dog. I missed him and no one knew how bad that shit was effecting me. It was crunch time for Lincoln at school with all his tests and he had to focus. Not to mention, I couldn’t go a day without vomiting.
Sitting on the doctor’s table, I patiently waited for Dr. Bloom to walk into room. The nurse took care of the basics now I was just hoping and praying she brought back some kind of antibiotics or something. A chick couldn’t even eat good without calling earl.
Knock, knock!
“Finally,” I mumbled.
The door opened and in she walked. “Hi, Heidi. I was not expecting to see you here until later this year. What seems to be the problem?” she asked trotting over to the sink to wash her hands.
She was already working my nerves, and she’d done absolutely nothing to me yet. She pulled a stool up to thecomputer ready to start typing. Dr. Bloom was too bright for me sometimes. I hated that, especially when I was in a dull mood.
“I’ve been nauseous as I don’t know what lately. I can’t eat and when I do, it’s right back up. I think I have a bug, but it won’t seem to go away,” I explained. She gave a light chuckle before she turned around and pecked on her keyboard. “What?”
“We know that your menstrual is irregular, but can you think on when your last one was?” she inquired.
I knew what she was insinuating, and pregnancy was off the table. I had sex one time, and that was months ago. Bentley and I barely left the room that day, but we didn’t do too much of anything for real. I couldn’t have been a human incubator right now… could I?
“Uhm, I’m not sure. Dr. Bloom, I’m not pregnant. I’d know if I was pregnant,” I snapped.
“Oh, really? You’ve been pregnant before?” she questioned.
“No, but I know my body,” I threw back.
She scoffed as she pecked once more. She then stood and walked over to the cabinets. She handed me a urine cup and said, “I need a sample beautiful, so we can rule out pregnancy altogether.”
“Dr. Bloom, I’m not pregnant,” I repeated.
Throwing her hands up, she waved them subtly saying, “Hey, I believe you… but humor me. You know where the bathroom is.” She pointed to the one in the back of the room.
Hopping down off the table, I took the cup from her and entered the restroom. This in fact was going to be quite comical if this thing came back positive. Sex made you do and say some crazy things. I would’ve let that man do anything he wanted during that time. I had to watch what the hell I said sometimes.
I handled my business placing the cup in the metal window on the wall. I then washed my hands and was back out to finishtalking to Dr. Bloom. She looked at me and smirked. It was clear she knew more than she was telling.
“So, let me go test your urine, and I’ll be back with a result. In the meantime, think really hard on when that last period was,” she said before walking out.
I grabbed my cell out my purse and called First Lady. I had to admit that I was terrified on what the results were. What if I really was pregnant? What if this child wasn’t wanted by the father? What the hell was I going to do?
Yeah, right. Who was I kidding? This man was crazy about me, crazy about Lincoln, and he was an Atkins. I might as well accept my fate.
She answered with, “Baby girl, it’s been too long. How are you and Lincoln?” She didn’t give me time to say too much of anything before her questions started.
“First Lady it’s only been two weeks. I had previous engagements I couldn’t get out of. Nevertheless, Lincoln and I are fine. Thank you.”
“That’s good to hear. So, what made you call? Is everything alright?” she asked with concern.
Nodding, I said, “Yes ma’am, just checking in. I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something.”
