02 Unforgivable - Untouchable by Lindsay Delagair Read Free Book Online Page B

I could tell Mom wasn’t a hundred-percent comfortable with the subject, but she was at least willing for the few minutes of privacy we had before he returned.
    She told me I was conceived because that thought never entered her mind when my father swept her off her feet. “But, thank goodness, you are more level headed than I ever was,” she stated. “When I met Robert, I wasn’t ready for another baby, not right away anyway. I went to my gynecologist and she put me on the pill, but I had a horrible reaction to it.”
    “ What happened?” I asked, hoping she would explain before he returned.
    “ It gave me vicious migraines. I couldn’t even get out of bed. I lost a whole bra size that first month,” she glanced down at her chest and frowned. “I never got that back. But the headaches were the worst, and I was apparently forming blood clots. The doctor took me off them, and Robert and I had to rely on condoms. I did try using a diaphragm for a while, but that was really… Well, let’s just say I didn’t like it.”
    That was a little more information than I was prepared for—or wanted to hear.
    Micah returned as she mentioned I really should discuss it with him.
    “ Discuss what with me?” he asked, seating himself back at the table.
    I rolled my eyes. Who would have thought the one thing I was dying to do with him was a subject I couldn’t speak about out loud.
    “ Birth control,” Mom stated as if she was the mother bird and she was shoving me out of the nest to see if I could fly.
    “ Oookay,” he said, his face going red, “I guess I should be more careful when I walk in on ladies’ conversations.” He looked at me, clearly uncomfortable, “Do you want to—to discuss this now ?”
    I rarely bit my nails, but I became keenly aware of the fact that I was gnawing through my thumbnail.
    “ I think you should make an appointment with my gynecologist,” Mom tossed out. “She’d be able to give you all the options and then you, the two of you, can decide what you want to do—I mean I know what you want to do, but—what I meant to say was—”
    “ Mom,” I said, removing the thumbnail from between my teeth and reaching out and gripping her hand, “It’s okay. I get what you’re trying to say.”
    “ Great,” Micah blushed, clearly hoping we were changing subjects, “Let’s just get it on—I mean get on with ordering dinner.”
    We made it through dinner, but it was the quietest meal I’d had in a long time, with the exception of the fact that I couldn’t stop laughing as I thought about how tongue-tied we had become.
    Monday morning, Mom and Kimmy left early to go shopping, but before leaving she handed me a business card and told me to call for an appointment. When I looked down I saw it was a card for Dr. Kerstin Kannova, OBGYN. Micah was up and enjoying a cup of coffee out on the pool deck, so I took the opportunity to make the call while I had some privacy.
    Upon explaining my situation, the receptionist put me through directly to Dr. Kannova. She was very personable and suggested that Micah and I come into her office for a consultation. She said she would go over all the options and see what suited us best.
    “ Have you ever had a gynecological exam?” she asked.
    “ Ah, no.”
    “ What birth control methods have you been using?”
    “ I—I’ve never—this will be my first time so I don’t—”
    “ Oh,” Dr. Kannova replied with a bit of surprise to her voice, “well, you should really have an exam. We can do it the day you come in for the consultation.”
    “ Okay, when do we come in?”
    “ Hold on, I’m going to transfer you back out to my appointment desk and they’ll set it up for you, but I’d like to make it as soon as possible; most methods require some time in advance before they are effective.”
    I assumed I wouldn’t get an appointment for weeks, but to my astonishment they scheduled me for Friday morning. Now the only problem was explaining to Micah