control and the unofficial fourth
membe r of the three musketeers, Lily always
maintained a level of distance so that her brothers would not interrogate the
other woman. Too bad, because she
always liked Paige.
“I
appreciate it.” The first thing she had done this morning was call the office
for an appointment. After a long hold, Paige had
asked her to be there within one hour.
“Minka’s
wedding is coming up,” Paige continued, her voice warm and pleasant as she took
Lily’s blood pressure, a common practice during each visit. “Rafa said you are
leav ing for the wedding tomorrow.”
Lily
nodded. Rafa was the oldest of the three Musketeers, also known as Rafael,
Lily’s older brother by five years.
“Blood
pressure is a bit high.” Paige’s amber eyes studied her. Lily kept her
expression as blank as she coul d. Eventually, the
secret would be out and Paige would know her reason for the sudden visit. “I’ll
go get Dr. Mason. By the way, I checked your file; your birth control is low.
I’ll call the pharmacy for a refill. Another year supply?”
“Um, I’m
fine for now.”
As
expected, the other woman paused; realization for her emergency visit seemed to
be sinking in. “Lily,” the nurse said thickly. “Can you give us some urine?”
She
nodded, although she could have saved them some time had she brought those darn
positi ve pregnancy sticks still on her nightstand.
“I drank
two glasses of water,” she said, attempting humor for humor’s sake.
Paige
chuckled and led her down the hall to the restroom. “Leave the cup in the
holder then come back to the room when you’re done. Dr .
Mason and I will be there shortly.”
Less
than five minutes later, Lily stood alone in the patient’s room. She picked up a magazine. It
read— Pregnancy in big, bold, red
letters. She put the magazine down and stood alone with her thoughts, the
renewed ener gy she experienced when she first woke up
now merely a fraction of what it was.
On the
radio, Gary Clark, Jr,’s piercing chords crooned
the lyrics to Numb, a feeling Lily had experienced before
when she discovered her cheating ex-fiancé’s explicit text mes sages to his side piece. And now, sitting on the cold, hard
exam table, she couldn’t tell if the things happening around her were really
occurring. All of a sudden life had thrown too much against her at once.
A hushed
tone of knuckles on the door forced L ily to
straighten herself as Dr. Mason entered with Paige close behind. Their eyes met
and Paige gave her an understanding nod, easing away the fear that the whole
patient confidentiality thing might be in jeopardy. An appreciative smile
passed on Lily’s l ips as some of the tension left her
body. She turned to the doctor for the inevitable.
“How are
you feeling?” Dr. Mason, her OB-GYN for the last ten years, had a voice that
always carried the same level of calm with no sign of surprise or
disappointment. Today was no different.
Never
had a simple question been so loaded. How did she answer that? Confused. Shocked. Scared out of my panties. No panties reference. Nunca . Never ever. “A little shaken,” she
answered as honestly as she could.
He
smiled warmly. “ You were on antibiotics a couple of
weeks ago. That weakens the birth control,” the wise doctor informed her.
Well,
damn! Shouldn’t that be in big bold letters on the prescription or the pill
itself?
“Paige
is going to take you to the exam room for an ultr asound.
After that we can proceed with your options.”
What
options?
Ultrasound?
The
words cluttered her brain.
Her eyes
narrowed in confusion. “Options? An ultrasound?”
Dr.
Mason pulled his chair and lowered his thin frame. “Part of my job is to make
sur e there’s a heartbeat and ask if you are going to
keep the baby. Not all unplanned pregnancies are kept.”
Her
heart tripped and her hand automatically landed on her flat belly. As petrified
as she was, the possibility of not
carrying the baby