“The thing is, I took an ovulation test at home last night and?—”
“You really shouldn’t have done that.” The doctor frowns at me. “Doing one of those at home the night before insemination is only going to make you nervous.”
“But I don’t need to be inseminated,” I remind her, even though I hardly believe the words coming out of my own mouth.
“No, you don’t.” She frowns suddenly. “Wait, did something happen that you weren’t fully aware of. Did someone?—”
“No, nothing like that.” I can feel my cheeks growing hot and red. “I… Well, I had sex for the first time in a long time last week. It was… consensual. Completely consensual. I had a chance and I figured, why not have one last hurrah.”
Not to mention it was one of the single most thrilling experiences of my life. But I’ve probably already crossed way into TMI with my doctor. She only needs to know so much about my sex life, and I’ve given her way more than that.
“Is there a problem with the biological father?”
“No.” I shake my head. “No, there’s nothing wrong with him at all.”
Heck, I spent most of my twenties fantasizing about marrying Cliff and having lots and lots of babies with him. But those were fantasies. Impossible ones.
Even though one small part of that fantasy came true, and I got to have one amazing night with Cliff, it doesn’t change the fact that he made it very clear he isn’t interested in being a father or husband.
Well, like it or not, he’s about to be one of those. That is if I tell him.
“It’s just…” I flail my hand around, scrambling to find the words. “We used condoms.”
Oops. More TMI. God knows what she thinks about me now.
“Condoms can break.”
“I didn’t notice that it had.”
“You don’t always.” Dr. Bennet tilts her head to the side. “Movies and TV shows make it out that everything involved with reproduction is a big, well, production. But sometimes, especially if those little guys are really determined, it doesn’t take much of a hole for them to get through to find the prize.”
“The prize being my egg.”
She nods, still watching me carefully. “I realize this is all a bit of a surprise for you.”
I release my breath. “That’s putting it lightly.”
“And you probably need some time to think about this and how it affects your plans.”
“I haven’t even gotten that far in my thinking.”
“But”—Dr. Bennet takes my hand and waits until I meet her gaze—“whatever you decide to do, I’ll be here for you. Just… give yourself a little time to think.”
***
The pounding on my front door stirs me from my stupor.
I’ve been lying on my sofa, curled up like a ball, staring at the wall ever since I got home from my doctor’s appointment.
For hours, I’ve played everything over and over in my mind. Starting with the night we spent together. Did anything seem off about the condoms? It’s not like it was expired or anything. It came in the swag pack Maria put together for the bachelorette party.
Unless they were novelty condoms and not meant for use in a real situation.
Oh, crap. I should probably send a group text out to everyone who went to the party to let them know that there might be an issue with the condoms. Of course, then I’ll have to tell everyone how I know. That will open up a host of questions I’m definitely not prepared to answer just yet.
Not even a little.
Replaying Cliff and I’s night together did little more than get my cheeks all flushed again. And aroused.
