“Okay.” She typed something on the keyboard. “Well, let’s lay you back so I can do your ultrasound.”
Irish laid back and the doctor pulled out the stirrups. Placing her feet in each, Dr. Burnell grabbed the probe and inserted it inside of her vaginal canal. Irish watched the screen in great anticipation, praying everything was normal.
“It looks like you are twelve weeks and two days.”
Irish’s eyes expanded. “I’m that far along?”
The doctor smiled as she bobbed her head. “Yes, you are. Everything looks normal. I’m going to order some blood work and send a prescription for vitamins. Are there any other questions you may have?” She removed the probe.
Noble helped Irish sit up.
“Um, I haven’t had an appetite because I’m grieving. Is there anything you can suggest so I’ll remember to eat?”
Removing her gloves, she replied, “Well, for one, make sure you're taking your vitamins and staying hydrated. Also,instead of big meals, try smaller ones with a snack in between. If that doesn’t work, then come back and see me.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“It has been a pleasure to meet you two, and I’ll see you next month.” She beamed.
She excused herself and Irish got dressed. Afterward, they walked out the office and went to the lab so Irish could give a blood sample. The entire time, Noble’s eyes were trained on her. He wore a look of curiosity which she assumed was about her revelation.
“You hungry?” he asked when they walked out the building.
“Not really.”
Irish had only had a piece of toast and that was a chore to finish.
Noble opened the door to his car, and she got inside. When he joined her, he turned to her.
“You were pregnant before?”
She opted to bob her head instead of replying orally.
“Why you ain't tell me?”
Hunching her shoulders, Irish sighed. “I don't know. I didn’t think you needed to know.”
“Why is that?”
Peering at him, she responded, “Because it was before you.”
“Yeah, but I think I should've known that. You were acting like this was your first pregnancy.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Yeah, you were.” He sat back in his seat and started the engine. “How far along were you when you lost it?”
Irish swallowed hard at the memory of her second heartbreak. “Close to five months.”
Noble glanced at her while maneuvering out of the parking lot. “Damn, you were that far along?”
She nodded, hoping it was his last question.
“Who were you pregnant by?”
“I did not know you were this nosy,” she joked. “Why you gotta know all the details?”
“Why you being so secretive? Was it Jovanis?”
