I pay no attention at first, not until Trey starts to move, because he doesn’t do sitting still for long.
“That’s actually us, Dove. I wasn’t going to put our real names down.”
“Oh, really?”
We stand, following the nurse down a narrow corridor.
“Why Bien?” I ask, keeping my voice low, confusion threading through it.
“Oh…” He flashes me that roguish smile. “It was the winning name I pulled from my cap before I booked us. Sounds like très bien—French for very good.” He chuckles softly. “Other options ranged from Mr. and Mrs. Smith to Motherfuckers.”
My eyes widen.
“It all worked out, though, right?”
The exam room is bright, clinical, the air cooler than the waiting area. I perch on the edge of the chair while Trey stands close.
The nurse smiles gently as she pulls up my chart.
“Alright, Mrs. Bien, I’m going to ask you a few questions before we get started.”
I nod, my fingers curling instinctively around Trey’s wrist.
“First day of your last menstrual period?”
I give her the date, my voice steady even though my pulse isn’t.
“Any prior pregnancies?”
“No.”
The word feels heavier than it should.
“Are you currently taking any medications?”
“No.”
“Any allergies?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
She nods, typing, then glances up again. “Any significant medical history I should be aware of?”
I actually don’t know how to answer, my memory on it is spotty at best.
“N-not to my knowledge.” I say carefully.
The nurse doesn’t push.
She just nods.
“Do you smoke?”
“No.”
“Drink alcohol?”
“Only on special occasions.”
