Always Us (Always and Forever 2)

“I don’t need to switch doctors and no, Trey, he isn’t hot. Calm down.” Opening his mouth to speak, there is a rap on the door and then it opens.

“We all decent?” Dr. Barrett asks, stepping in when I give him the clear with a simple yes. Trey eyes him up and down, and I see him physically relax when he sees that Dr. Barrett is in his fifties with gray hair and big-framed glasses.

“Ah, you must be Trey. Shayla has told me a lot about you.” Sitting up straight with renewed pride, he sticks out his hand and shakes his hand.

“All good things, I hope?”

“No—all great things.” Trey smirks and then comes to stand beside me, squeezing my shoulders.

“All right, Shayla. How have we been feeling? Any cramping? Do you feel like the cysts have been more or less painful when they burst?” he asks, pulling up my chart on the screen.

“Honestly, I haven’t had much pain, I don’t think any have burst in at least…” I take a second to remember the last time I felt the rupture of a cyst. “I want to say six weeks.”

He types something down then rolls towards me on his chair. “Well, that’s interesting, that seems to be a long time to go without a burst. Why don’t you lie back for me and we will take some samples.” I nod and lie back, Trey watches me, his eyes never leaving me while I place my feet in the stirrups and prep for a pap.

I wince when he inserts the tool; I mean honestly, no one can prepare for that.

“Relax, baby, it’s okay,” Trey soothes me while he silently worries himself. I know he hates seeing me in pain; this is no exception. The doctor asks all his standard questions, his last one nearly causing Trey to lose his marbles.

“When did you last have sexual intercourse?” I hear Trey gasp, and I just smile.

“Last night.” This is part of the many questions Dr. Barrett asks, so I am not the least bit fazed, but Trey stays put, glaring at my OB.

“Okay, I’m going to take a swab and then we will move on to the ultrasound. Also, I’m going to have my nurse come in and take a blood sample.”

“A blood sample? For what?” I ask, worried, sitting back up when he pats my knee.

“We just need to confirm you aren’t pregnant. Have you been using protection? I see here you are no longer on the pill, so are condoms or any other forms of protection being used?”

“No, we don’t use any type of protection,” Trey answers for me. He probably thinks I’m reckless, but I didn’t see the point in using protection when my chances of conceiving are low and Trey said he wanted a family. So, if on the rare chance I get pregnant, it would have been something we wanted. Still, I highly doubt I’m pregnant.

“Okay, that is totally fine, we just want to confirm for sure. You see, when you are a high-risk patient, we do need to make sure that if you are pregnant or are to become pregnant we know, because on top of the PCOS and occasional benign tumor, you have a tilted, low-sitting uterus, which can put you at a high risk for miscarriage. That and if we put you on the Metformin, we want to make sure it doesn’t hurt the fetus.”

“Oh.” This is new information to me, I didn’t even think about the miscarriage part, I was too caught up in the whole never conceiving thing than anything else.

“It’s okay, that’s why you have a team of doctors, if you’re to become pregnant or want to become pregnant, we can look into options to help you conceive and we’ll have a plan to help make sure you and your baby are healthy and taken care of,” he reassures, and surprisingly, his words sit comfortably with me.

“I will be back in just a minute. Jessie, our nurse, will be in to take a blood sample.”

“Thank you,” Trey and I say

in unison.

When the door’s small yet loud click sounds, Trey begins, “Why don’t we talk to him about our options, baby. We want to start a family, well, I do, at least.” I smile adoringly at him. All I could ever want is a family with my best friend.

“I do, I want a family with you, I mean we talked about it plenty of times. I don’t see the harm in asking him what we need to do.”

“Agreed, damn, I love you, baby, give me a fucking kiss.” I chuckle and tilt my chin as high as it can go, meeting him halfway. His hand wraps around my neck, his fingers touching under my chin, keeping me in place. The feeling of him squeezing my neck gently makes my insides melt. I want him right here and right now. All this baby talk and alpha demands have me ready for another night with Trey.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, I just need to take a blood sample.” Jessie, the nurse, steps into the room, completely unnoticed until she spoke. Oh my gosh, she just caught us red-handed, making out like horny teenagers.

Trey lets me go and wipes his lip clean with his thumb, and just that small move makes my stomach flip. How can things like that turn me on?

We don’t say much to the nurse as she takes a couple vials of my blood then leaves the room. When Dr. Barrett comes back in, he brings out the damn transducer of death, and just like I suspected, Trey reacts the same damn way I did.

“What the fuck is that thing?” he asks, his words harsh and worried.

Slapping his chest, I reply, all while Dr. Barrett chuckles. “Trey! Watch your mouth and it’s a transducer, they have to use it since I’m tilted. It helps them get a better image of what’s going on in there.”