Chapter Eleven
Evan was doing his best to worm his way into Selena’s life.
In the past week, since she’d made the mistake of kissing him, he’d called to check on her several times, brought her a supply of soda crackers, and tried to take her out. Again. She’d refused, using work as a somewhat legitimate excuse. The only thing she’d succumbed to was the doctor’s appointment today, and of course he’d insisted on coming with her. There’d been no way to say no, not when he was paying for it.
Now, as she sat on the exam table in the office of a doctor recommended by Evan’s acquaintances, reality was bearing down on her in a way it hadn’t before.
She’d acknowledged her life was going to change drastically. Had considered what the pregnancy would do to her body. Had even allowed herself to envision a sweet, cooing baby in her life. But it’d been a distant, vague concept.
Looking around at the small room, there was no way to keep things vague or distant in her mind anymore.
Posters lined the walls of the otherwise warmly decorated room: monthly fetal development, changes in the pregnant woman’s body, baby growth charts. The magazine selection was a dichotomy of sports and parenting/pregnancy. Swollen bellies flashed at her
from every surface. And that didn’t even include the wall of pamphlets on a multitude of pregnancy and newborn topics including some she never would’ve imagined in a hundred years.
A quick knock signaled the nurse’s arrival and forced Selena’s attention from one fear to another.
“Good morning,” the blonde nurse said. She was close to Selena’s age and tiny — barely five feet tall, if that. Her cute, freckled face was full of warmth and Selena clung to that.
“Hi.”
“Your first pregnancy?” the nurse — Kelsy, according to her name tag — asked.
Selena nodded, unsure her voice would work.
The nurse perused the forms Selena had filled out in the lobby, asking questions as she went along.
“Is Dad here today?” Kelsy asked, and it took Selena a few seconds to realize who she referred to. Dad. The father. Evan.
Duh.
“He’s in the waiting room,” she finally explained, plastering a smile on her face in hopes of hiding that this wasn’t a happy family in the making.
“Dr. Martin usually likes to check things out with an ultrasound the first appointment, as long as you’re far enough along. Sound okay?”
Selena nodded again. There was no doubt in her mind about when the baby was conceived. She told the nurse the date of conception, and Kelsy entered the information on her laptop.
“We should be able to see the fetal heart beating. Would you like Dad to join us?”
Hearing Evan referred to as Dad was messing with Selena’s head. He wasn’t Dad — he was the gorgeous guy who’d gotten her mind off her family problems for an evening. And a night and part of a morning if you wanted to get technical.
“Uh, sure,” Selena said, not sure about any of it and wondering if she could back things up by about two months and get a do-over.
“What’s his name? I’ll call him in once we get you settled in the ultrasound room.”
“Evan.”
She couldn’t help but wonder how he’d like that.
Selena followed the nurse to the end of the hallway and into a larger room with a bunch of intimidating equipment.
“Undress from the waist down. There’s a sheet on the bed to drape over your legs. Lie on your back on the table and relax. We’ll give you time to undress and then they’ll be in.”
Kelsy disappeared before Selena could process what was about to happen. She couldn’t think of anything worse than getting naked at the doctor’s office — except getting naked and then having a man she barely knew in the exam room with her.
She hurried to the door and whipped it open, hoping to stop the nurse. But there was no one in the hall. She shut the door with a silent stream of swear words running through her head.
Okay. Plan B. Kelsy would be showing Evan in any second. Best to undress and cover herself thoroughly with the paper-thin sheet. Fast. Because if she didn’t move now, she’d be standing in the middle of the room half-naked when he walked in.
She unsnapped her jeans and yanked them down her legs, nearly tripping over them. Folding them sloppily, she tossed them on one of the chairs. She sucked in a breath for courage, then took her underwear off, sticking it beneath her jeans. With a glance at the door, she grabbed the sheet and wrapped it securely around her waist.
By the time the door squeaked open, she was on her back, hopefully well covered, her eyes closed.
“Hey,” Evan said as casually as if she were sitting there snacking on a bag of chips.
Selena opened her eyes and was relieved he was alone. And, if she was honest, a little bit relieved to see his familiar face.
“Sorry to make you come in here. I didn’t realize what I was getting myself into. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”
He took her hand — the one that wasn’t holding her flowy, ruffly shirt down over the top of the sheet as if national security depended on it — and squeezed it gently.
“You look worried,” he said quietly.
“I’m not a big fan of being half-naked at the doctor’s office. On the exam table, no less.”
He smiled. “It’s better than completely naked. They said we’re going to see the baby’s heartbeat?”
“I guess so. I’m as clueless about this as you. And I was serious that you don’t have to stay.”
“I’d like to. It’s not every day I get to see a microscopic heart beating on a screen. Especially one I helped create.” He raised his brows suggestively, and she slapped his chest lightly with the back of her hand.
She looked closely at him, searching for a hint of nervousness or reluctance. From what she could tell, he was genuinely excited. Of course, he wasn’t the one who had to have instruments stuck God knew where.
“Hello,” a woman’s voice called out before the door opened all the way. “All ready?”
Selena nodded, and Evan said, “Come in.”
“I’m Dr. Martin,” the brunette in her late thirties said, holding her hand out to shake theirs.
She made small talk and went over some of the basic information about the pregnancy just as the nurse had done. She did a quick exam, then began explaining how the internal ultrasound would work. She claimed it wouldn’t hurt, but Selena never trusted any medical personnel who said that.
“Ease up, darlin’,” Evan said quietly into her ear.
When Selena turned to question him, he was leaning down and his head was right next to hers, close enough for her to feel his breath.
“You’re cutting off the circulation in my hand,” he said. “It’s gonna be okay.”
She exhaled and loosened her grip.
“Are we ready?” the doctor asked.
Selena wanted to clarify that “we” was a misleading word since it was really her who would be on the receiving end of the torture, but instead she bit her tongue and nodded, scared out of her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut.
By the time Evan convinced her to open them, the overhead light had been turned out and the wand was undoubtedly doing what the wand was supposed to do in parts that she really wished were left private. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as Selena had feared — and then she forgot all about the wand completely.
“There it is,” Dr. Martin said.
She dared to peek at the screen, following the doctor’s pointer to a small blip that pulsed regularly.
“That’s your baby’s heart,” the doctor said. “Pounding away strongly.” She pointed out very general body areas of the fetus and Selena finally made out the shape of the alien being in her womb.
Except it wasn’t an alien. It was a baby. Fetus. Whatever. A little living being that would soon grow into a big living being that would require care day and night.
Nausea welled in Selena’s gut and she couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen. She closed her eyes again, trying to block out the sight and sucking in air as if it were in short supply.
“Selena?” Evan caressed her hand and leaned over her. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, still breathing deeply and fighting the terror that seeped into her every cell. Finally, the wand went away and the overhead light came back on. Selena kept her eyes shut while the doctor washed her hands and rolled the machinery to the side of the room again.
“Everything looks great so far,” Dr. Martin said. “The size is right where it should be. Based on the date of conception, the baby’s due date is June twenty-eighth.” She sat on her stool and rolled closer to the exam table. “Is everything okay, hon?”
Selena forced her eyes open and nodded.
“Do either of you have any questions for me?”
“Is there anything Selena shouldn’t do?” Evan asked.
Selena couldn’t have come up with a coherent question if someone paid her, and considering she had to pay a deductible on her insurance claim on the house, she was pretty in favor of receiving money right now. Her chest had constricted and hurt right in the center. There still didn’t seem to be enough oxygen in the room, and closing her eyes really did nothing to stop the way her body felt. She wondered briefly if she was having a heart attack and figured if she was, this was the place to do it.
The doctor was going on to Evan about something — Selena tuned in just in time to hear her final sentence.
“The two of you can have a normal sex life and continue to have intercourse for as long as it’s comfortable.”
At that, Selena sat up and leaned forward, hands over her face, ready to cover her parts and escape.
“Good to know,” Evan replied to the doctor, and Selena could hear the smile in his voice. “Thanks, Doc. We’ll see you in about a month.”
The doctor congratulated them and left them alone. Selena climbed down from the torture bed and hurried to the chair to retrieve her clothes. Keeping the sheet wrapped around her like a skirt, she pulled her underwear on, her back to Evan. She finally let the sheet drop, sat on the chair, and jammed both her legs into her jeans at once.
“Are you okay?” Evan asked, bending down in front of her. His voice was gentle. That made tears well up in her eyes, and all she could do was shake her head.
She was so not okay.
“I have to get out of here.”