Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
"We are going to need to get a second opinion," I whisper, getting up. "She obviously has no idea what she's doing." I put the blue sheet on the changing table as I get into my thong and skirt. "Almost eleven weeks," I mumble to myself, shocked, and look up to see Bennett still looking down at the pictures in his hand.
All he can do is look at me as he smiles from ear to ear. "I need to get a frame."
Chapter 14
Presley
"Look at the feet." Bennett turns the picture for me to see but my head is still spinning. "I don't know"—he looks back at the picture—"it might be a girl."
"Bennett," I say between clenched teeth. "This can't be," I try to whisper-yell at him. "She's wrong. We need to get a second opinion."
"What?" he says, shocked, and holds the pictures to his chest. "We were right there, we saw the screen."
"Well, her screen is broken." I put my shoes on, huffing, "She said I was eleven weeks, and that's impossible."
"No, it's not." He shakes his head. "She said it's normal."
I put my hands on my head. "You know what isn't normal," I tell him. "Me being almost twelve weeks and not even showing." All I can think to myself is, how did this happen? My head is still spinning at this news.
"Your boobs are bigger." He points out and I glare at him. "What? You don't think your boobs are bigger?"
"They are not," I say, but just this morning I noticed that they are fuller. "More sensitive, yes."
He shakes his head. "Nah, they're fuller now." He holds up his hands like claws. I roll my lips, about to tell him to fuck off when there is a knock on the door.
"Yes," I say out loud and the door opens and the nurse sticks her head in.
"Is everything okay in here?" she asks.
I smile at her and say, "Yes," at the same time that Bennett replies, "No."
"We are fine," I say with a fake smile and then turn to Bennett. "Aren't we?"
"No," he says, shaking his head, "my girlfriend…"
"Not girlfriend," I correct him and now it's his turn to glare at me.
"The woman with the child in her"—he points at me—"that is mine." He points at himself and everything in me wants to stab him right now. "Is not comfortable with some of the details that the doctor told her. Would there be any way where we could get a second opinion?"
The nurse looks at him and then looks at me. "Of course," she says. "What is making you uncomfortable?"
"It's not that I'm uncomfortable," I start to say, getting flustered. "It's just that she said I was close to eleven weeks. And well, I've had my period."
"I can get the ultrasound technician to come in and give you another opinion," she says, smiling at me. "Let me see if I can get her."
All I can do is smile at her until the door is closed and then turn to glare at Bennett. "What is wrong with you?" I ask him and he looks at me with a confused look on his face. "Why would you tell her I'm uncomfortable?"
"Because you are." His voice is very calm as he walks over to me putting the pictures down on the table. He holds his hands up to cup my face. "Hey," he soothes and my hands shake as I look at him. "This is going to ease your mind, so why not just ask?" He kisses my lips softly. "It's okay to ask questions." I don't have much time to think about anything or say anything to him because there is a knock on the door. "Trust me," he says and I just roll my eyes.
"I trusted you to put the condom on properly, and look at what happened there," I mumble as the door opens and a woman comes in.
"Hi," she says, smiling at us. "I was told that mommy has questions for me."
Bennett's hands fall from my face and he puts one around my shoulder. "Yes," I finally say. "The doctor threw me off with the dates and said I was eleven weeks. And, well, I only missed one period."
"I can understand how that would be confusing," she says, putting her hand in her lab coat. "If you want, I can check it again just to put your mind at ease." I nod at her. "But having a period while pregnant in the first trimester isn't that irregular. It happens to thirty percent of women." She walks over to the computer and opens up the ultrasound report. "This is an ultrasound of a six-week scan." The picture looks like a blob if I'm honest. "And this is yours."
"Oh, well," I say, seeing that it actually looks like a baby.
"If you want, I can take measurements just to confirm it, but these tell me what your doctor said was correct."