The room was spacious and comfortable. Something a lot of money could buy. But being in this room by myself was still giving me the chills.
I didn't care for hospitals or doctors, but Grant was here and I could trust that he'd make sure that the doctor's wouldn't mistreat or misdiagnose me.
The nurses had placed the remote to the television by my side so I could watch tv. Too bad that wasn't helping either.
I remembered when I was young, that whenever I was stressed, I'd turn on the tv and let all my worries melt away in the fictional lands of tv shows.
Now that I was a touch older, the same techniques didn't work. I had a million and one responsibilities crying out for me and no one to catch me when I fell.
Well, there was Grant. But even that was touchy. I didn't tell him everything.
Now he was suspicious. This contract wasn't about love. However, it had slowly slid in that direction.
I smoothed a hand over my belly and looked over to the door of my room.
I needed a familiar face, and Grant wasn't here yet. Pushing myself off the bed, I hit the floor with my bare feet and wobbled over to the door to take a peek out.
The cold tile beneath my feet helped give me an energy jolt. From all the fluids the nurses gave me once I was settled in, I felt a little dizzy.
Thank goodness the nausea was gone…for now.
I cracked open the door and stuck my head out of it. Looking down both ways of the hall, I didn't see any sight of Grant.
"Grant?" I croaked out. My voice was weak, and so was I. What if I wasn't pregnant and I was just sick?
I tapped my forehead and made all these ridiculous thoughts go away, the stress from that was the last thing I needed.
"Grant?" I tried calling out again. No answer. I was expecting to see his head peek around the corner or something.
Holding onto the wall, I slipped out of the room and held onto the wooden handling that lined the walls.
There were voices ahead, and when I made it up to that point, I saw a small group of three doctors.
"Ms. Endow, you're up and about. Are you feeling okay?" the doctor asked.
"Have any of you seen Grant?" I asked them.
They all looked at each other as if one of them had an answer.
"I saw him about fifteen minutes ago, I was bringing him to your room. Did he not go inside?" the doctor asked.
"Really? He didn't come in. Did something happen?"
I had enough energy where I was able to let go of the handles in the hallway and stand on my own two feet.
Gravity fought to sway me side to side, but I stood my ground. What was going on now?
I thought I had heard Grant's voice outside my room earlier, but all this dizziness had me drift in and out of sleep.
Plus, the room was comfortable.
"Doctor William, Ms. Endow!" one of the nurses called. She ran over and grabbed my shoulders. "You know you shouldn't be up on your feet yet. You were really weak when you came in!" she scolded.
"Nurse Ellen, it's good for her to get a little exercise. I was just about to take her back to her room."
The nurse gave the doctor a slight frown and shook her head. "You advocate for too much movement, doctor," she said with a smile.
Turning her attention to me, she tugged on my hand and guided me back to my room.
On the way back, I looked all around me to see if Grant was closeby. Tough luck, he was no where to be found.
I stopped in my tracks before we entered back into the room.
"Nurse, have you seen Grant? I'd really like it if he came into the room with me."
"Darling, I haven't seen him for the past forty five minutes. Now come on, I'll get you something to eat after you take your pregancy test."
Food. That was a good motivator. Grant was under contract, so it wasn't like he skipped town.
Pushing my worry to the side I went back into the room and waited patiently.
Grant would be back soon anyways… I hoped.
I turned on the tv when the nurse who brought me back to the room popped her head inside.
"Dear, I'm going to see if I can't find Grant for you. He's bound to be around here somewhere," she said, tapping her nails on the door.
"Okay, thank you very much."
She left, closing the door behind her. God, I hated closed doors. I stared at the remote sitting next to me and finally picked it up.
Something interesting had to be on tv.
I browsed over the weather channel and a few news channels. The only thing the news had on these days were negative things, never anything positive. If it was positive, it wouldn't get much more than a whisper on tv.
I sat back in my bed and tried some breathing techniques.
Grant was a busy man, he had a multi-billionaire company to run. Of course he couldn't look after me twenty four seven. He had been close by my side for most of our time so far, so I guess he earned a pass.
***
A warm touch to my arm woke me up. I turned my head and opened my eyes up to the nurse who had promised to find Grant.
She had a plate of food that smelled so damn good. The last time I had cooking like that was when I lived with mom.
"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, sitting up.
"Only for a few minutes. Doctors said I could give you something to eat while they're waiting for the main hospital to drop off the pregnancy test strips for you."
I took the plate of food and the opened the plastic dinner wear. I stuffed my mouth with food and savored it going down my throat.
"God, this is good."
"You're just hungry," the nurse chuckled.
"Did you find him?" I asked, curious if she saw grant.
"Not yet, dear. He may've stepped out for a while."
"I see."
The nurse patted my back and left the room, this time, leaving the door ajar.
On the table to the side of my bed, my phone began to buzz. It was my personal phone and I hopped out of the bed from the little energy the food gave me to get it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Stacy, how's everything going?" Willow asked.
"Willow! Hey there. I'm fine. A lot of crazy stuff has been happening since the last time I talked to you."
"Any of it good?" she asked. Willow's soft and familiar voice helped ease my mind.
I struggled to find the answer to such a simple question.
"Yeah, fifty fifty I'd say."
There was another phone on the table, it was the one that Grant had given me. It sparked my memory. I had his number programmed into the phone and could call him.
"Hey, Willow, let me call you back. I need to do something important," I said.
"No problem. I wanted to check in and make sure you're okay."
The sound of her kids in the background warmed my heart. That could be me and Grant…
"Thank you."
I sat the phone down and reached for the other phone when the nurse and doctor entered into the room.
Without knocking too.
"Ms. Endow, we're ready to do your test."
"Right now? I kinda wanted Grant in here when I take it."
The nurse spoke up, "He had to go home, he said an emergency came up with his job."
I frowned, holding the phone in my hand.
"Ms. Endow?" the doctor said, trying to gauge my attention.
"Yeah, sure. What do I have to pee on?" I swung my legs off of the bed.
"This right here," the nurse said, handing me a bigger than usual pregnancy stick. I guess this was that hospital grade kind that was always right. "Then we'll do a sonogram as soon as you're done."
"Okay," I said, taking the stick. My stomach was doing leaps and bounds. I didn't know whether I wanted to be pregnant or not.
But deep down inside, I knew...
I disappeared into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I had to remind myself not to pee just yet, not until I had this thing positioned under me the right way.
"Maybe I should wait to do this. Grant really should be here," I mumbled to myself.
All this hesitation was driving me insane. And the worse part? Being pregnant was nothing but a wild ride of raging hormones. At least that was what Willow told me. She was on her second child now, and me? I was soon to join her as a mommy.
A healthy one hopefully.
I peed on the stick and dropped it into the clear plastic baggy they gave me.
I cleaned myself up and washed my hands, preparing to go out and give them the stick.
When I opened the door, the nurse was right there.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
I held the bag up in front of her. "Oh, goodie. Let's see if you're a mother."
She took the bag and her and the doctor left the room.
I guess with Grant being the father this was a big deal to them too. After all, he had this entire wing of the hospital to himself.
I waited.
I counted every speck on the floor and flipped through exactly eighty channels on the tv.
What was taking them so long? The ones out of the store only took a minute to tell you the big news.
But then again, they weren't the most reliable either. I glanced over to the table where my two phones were and it hit me.
I was going to call Grant earlier. I had his number sitting right in that X-Phone he gave me a few weeks ago.
I jumped out of the bed and jogged over to the table. Picking up the phone, I had to remember how to open it.
Goddamn this thing was complicated.
Oh, I had to shake it three times.
The phone screen lit up and I navigated to the contacts area. There was only one profile with a list of five numbers.
"Damn it, Grant. Why the hell do you need so many numbers?" I chided.
Did all rich people feel the need to own more than one of the same thing?
I began by dialing the first number.
Nope.
Second, third, and then the fourth.
Neither picked up. Only one number left.
I dialed the fifth number, and this one had the voice mail enabled.
"This is Grant Carter. Leave me a detailed message."
After the beep, I recorded my message.
"Um, Grant. It's Stacy. They're running the test, I figured you might..." tears interrupted my message, flowing down my cheeks, I sniffled, "never mind."
I hung up and the doctor with two nurses spilled in with him.
"Doctor?" I asked, wiping my tears.
"Ms. Endow, are you okay?" he asked, noticing my tear streaked face.
I nodded my head and forced out a smile.
“What are the results?”
Just as the doctor had begun to read the results, the X-Phone rang.
“Hold on!” I blurted out. I answered it, and it was Grant on a video call. Wow, I hated to say this, but I was happy to see the bastard. “Grant!”
“Sorry Stacy, there was an emergency back at my company. I’m sorry to have left you alone. I got your message.”
That quick?
“Thank you. The doctor’s are here with the results.”
I held the phone up so he could see them.
Clearing his throat, the doctor smiled and read the results. “Congratulations, you’re going to be parents!”
My face lit up and I jumped off my bed, skipping around my room.
Grant chuckled at my excitement. “Yes, congratulations Stacy,” he said, “you’ll make a good mother.”
“You’ll make a good daddy too…”
Why did he say I’d make a good mother? The contract said I had to leave when the baby was born.
Unless he had other thoughts?
“I’ll be on my way to get you. Hold on.”
Grant hung up and I felt ten times better than when I first came in here. The nurses backed out and the doctor came up to my side.
“Before you leave we’re gonna do a sonogram and ultrasound. Are you okay with that?” he asked.
“No problem.”
***
I sat in the waiting room with my images in a big manila folder. It was too soon to see anything detailed, but you could see the sprout of Grant’s well planted seed growing inside me.
I was a mommy.
Too bad I couldn’t tell Alice, my brother, or Mom.
Grant came running through the doors.
“Stacy, are you okay?” he asked, throwing himself in a seat next to me.
“Yes, are you?” I asked. He was a worried, sweaty mess.
“God, I was just about to enter your room when someone from the company called me. Certain paperwork was missing.” He rubbed the sweat off his forehead and threw it to the side.
“Fucking idiots. It was right there,” he mumbled to himself.
“Big client or something?”
“Huge. The Rozashi family is a big investor of mine. People thought their portfolio was missing. It wasn’t. Can’t wait to see who started that shit fest. They’re fired.”
He glanced at me and noticed the folder in my hot little hands.
“What’s this?” he asked, reaching for the folder. I took it away and shot my tongue out.