“Septembertwelfth.”
She twists a plastic wheel in her hand. “You conceived on the twenty-sixth. That makes you somewhere between five and six weeks, but I want to do an ultrasound today to confirm your duedate.”
Pregnancy. Ultrasound. Duedate.
Shit.
And speaking of shit, that’s what Conrad Grant is going to do when he finds out that I’mpregnant.
Cat opens the exam room door. “Come down the hall withme.”
We enter a barely lit room at the end of thehallway.
“Well, this is cozy and romantic,” Tristansays.
“We keep the lights down so we can see the image on the monitor better.” Cat holds out a bed sheet. “Take off your bottoms and wrap this around your waist. Bathroom is there, but don’t empty yourbladder.”
I come out and lie on the bed beside the ultrasound machine. “I’ll try scanning your tummy with the external wandfirst.”
“As opposed towhat?”
“The vaginalprobe.”
Shit. That sounds like something Tristan would like to use onme.
Cat pulls the sheet down, squeezes warm gel on my stomach, and presses the wand against my belly, rocking it back and forth. “I can’t see anything inside the uterus, but I really didn’t expect to as early as you are. Noworries.”
“So you’ll use the vaginalprobe?”
Cat picks up this rod-looking thing and rolls a condom onto it. Before Tristan, I probably would have passed out if I’d seen something like that coming at me, but after Tristan? Piece ofcake.
Tristan cups both of his hands around my one. He leans forward, bringing our hands to his forehead and closes his eyes. Is hepraying?
“You’re shaking,Tristan.”
He looks up at me and smiles. “We’re about to see our child for the first time. I’mexcited.”
I tense when Cat places the probe against my vagina. “Try to relax your legs and pelvic muscles, EmmaLia.”
I loosen my muscles, same as I do when Tristan pushes his cock into my ass. He’d get a hoot if he knew that was what I was thinking rightnow.
“You’re going to feel pressure,” shesays.
I groan. “Mmm…yes, Iam.”
“I’m going to measure your uterusfirst.”
Every little movement of the probe makes me feel like I’m going to pee all overmyself.
“Doingokay?”
“Whew, Cat. I need to pee.Bad.”
“Need me to stop for aminute?”
I’ve had so much worse than this. “No, keepgoing.”
I watch the screen, but I have no idea what I’m looking at. Looks like bad reception on a black and whiteTV.
