“Of course. Hit me,” she said enthusiastic to hear my troubles.
One thing about First Lady, she was going to always have an ear. I loved that she didn’t tell my business, but I was sure she was going to tell this. This was probably news she couldn’t wait to share.
“There’s a friend that could be pregnant, and sh?—”
“Oh, my heavens. Heidi, are you pregnant? Let me call David. He’s going to love this,” she squealed.
“First Lady. I didn’t say I was pregnant.”
Dr. Bloom walked through the door with a smile on her face saying, “You should be. Heidi, you are indeed pregnant. Congratulations.”
“Baby girl, let me call you back. I have got to call David,” she said hanging up the phone.
I delivered Dr. Bloom a death glare. She was excited for me, I understood that. However, she didn’t have to say it. I would’ve preferred to be left in the dark actually. This was what happened when your OB/GYN was on the roster as one of the family doctors. She was too close.
“Are you sure Dr. Bloom?”
“I’m a hundred percent sure. You can’t tell me the last menstrual, but can you tell me the last time you had sex? That might be helpful,” she said pulling forth a different monitor.
There wasn’t thinking on that long at all. It had been exactly a ninety-six days since I last saw my man. “Three months ago,” I answered.
“Okay, so a stomach reading should do. Lay back and lift your shirt for me.” I followed her instructions nervously. She’d already confirmed it verbally but if I saw a child on that monitor, I was going to cry.
Sliding her stool over, she took a seat and went to pecking. When she was ready to do her thing, she applied the warm gel to my stomach, and I’d be damned if a little nugget wasn’t on the screen. My hands flew to my mouth. Bentley managed to get a two for one special. He got his woman and a child out of me.
Dr. Bloom’s smile stretched from ear to ear. She couldn’t contain her excitement. “Congratulations Heidi. I’m so happy for you. To witness this after knowing your struggle behind motherhood is such a blessing. You are going to be an amazing mom,” she encouraged.
“Thank you,” I whispered as the tears streamed. There was no denying what I could clearly see in 4K.
For the rest of the visit, I thought on everything that transpired for the past year. I found myself again, a beautiful baby boy walked into my life, that wonderful man showed up with overflowing love, and now this. Before walking out the doctor’s office, I gathered the mother to be package from the receptionist. It consisted of prenatals and a lot of other useful information.
Once I was in my car, I called Royce to see where he was. Royce was my stamp of approval in a way, as well as the one that shielded me from the world. Without him, there was no telling where I would be. I respected his opinion a lot. This was just something else for us to get through.
“Yeah,” was how he answered.
“Where are you? I need to talk for a minute.”
“Downtown, why?”
“Meet me at my hideout in fifteen.”
“Bet.” Conversations with Royce could either be long or short and straight to te point. There was no need in keeping him on my line for long when the conversation ahead was going to be time consuming.
The drive from A Woman’s Touch to the downtown area was going to take all of those fifteen minutes. It was around lunch, so the eight-minute drive was extended due to traffic. Sage Springs was so predictable in that one area only. By the time I bobbed and weaved through it, I was catching Royce enter my lounge. I parked behind his vehicle and scurried inside.
“Hey boss lady. I wasn’t expecting you until later. Is there something I can get you?” Mariah questioned. She was the manager and HBIC when I wasn’t around.
“Yeah, can you get me and Royce something to drink? A refresher of your choice is fine and bring it to the quiet room.”
“Yes ma’am.”
With that, Royce and I trailed behind one another to a spot I put in the back for those who wanted stillness. It was soundproof so there was no worries of mygood newsbeing told to the world. I took a seat on the sofa while he took the recliner in the corner.
“Don’t sugarcoat shit with me. What’s wrong?” he asked, not giving me a chance to ease into a thing. But hey, if that’s how he wanted to play it, so be it. We could get straight to it.
“I’m pregnant, it’s Bentley’s, and I don’t know what to do,” I blurted out. If he was going to scold me, I’d rather him do it all at once and not after each reveal.
He said nothing as he stared at me like I stole his damn dog or something. I was just as shocked as he was. Dr. Bloom had told me over an hour ago, and it had yet to settle in. I was wrapping my head around it as fast as a girl could.
