His Dirty Bargain (Dirty Billionaires 3)
Enzo goes still. “You changed your last name?”
Shrugging, I fight the blush. “Nonna made sense. You’re not coming in.”
“I’ll be right out here.”
The nurse takes blood, asks a dozen questions, then smiles and says the doctor will be in soon. I’m in a gown that isn’t open in the back and I swear is one hundred percent cotton. My nerves are growing as I sit waiting. God, I’m such an idiot, I really wish Enzo was in here with me. Before I think about it, I text him that. Seconds later the door is opening, it’s Enzo.
“Thanks for letting me come in.”
A knock sounds before the door opens. “Hello, I’m Whitney. And you must be Chloe, and you are?”
“Enzo, my husband.”
“All right, Daddy is in the house, very good. So great news, everything is looking good. hCG levels are where they should be. How are you doing, Chloe?”
“Good, morning sickness most days still. Some days I’m pretty tired, others I’m fine.”
“Excellent. Okay, let’s take a look with the sonogram.”
She lifts up the gown; a squeeze of clear gel then she’s pressing pretty dang hard with a wand. Her eyes on the screen, she nods. “Looking good, everything as it should be.”
“What looks good?” It’s just black then gray with a little less gray.
Pressing a few buttons, she laughs. “Okay, see this teeny tiny thing right here?” What, the dust on the screen? “That’s the baby, and it looks right on line with the three weeks you thought you were. Now, I’m sure you’re aware so early there are...there can be issues. If you have any fevers, some bleeding may occur naturally, but excess bleeding call my office.”
I nod as I remember the terrifying book I’ve been reading. “Right around twelve weeks is out of the scary time?”
With a sigh, she shakes her head. “I’ve seen miscarriages at beyond twelve weeks. Pregnancy can be a huge unknown, but most of the time, if you are going to miscarry it would happen before then.”
“I understand.” There are no guarantees she can give.
“Okay, so I’m going to give you a prescription for some vitamins, I want you to take the iron ones every other day. You’re going to get a weekly pill organizer. Use it, you will forget if you took your vitamins or not. One thing: I noticed your blood pressure is a little high, I want you to work on bringing it down. Get good sleep, make sure you rest throughout the day too.”
“Yes, okay. It’s not normally that high. I’m sure it’s this visit.”
“All right, that happens too. I want to see you back in three weeks then we will go every month after that. Do you have anything for me?”
Shaking my head, I look to Enzo. He shakes his head.
“See you in three weeks.”
Pushing up from the bed, I notice Enzo is still staring at the small strip of paper she printed out of the gray dust. “This is our baby?”
For the first time in a long time, I laugh. “It’s called a fetus. I think it’s the size of a grain of rice right now.”
“Yeah, but it’s our fetus.” Enzo clutches the paper.
“Next time I think it will be the size of a sweet pea. Thanks for coming.”
“I wanted to come. I want to be here, for every step.”
Turning my back, I blink fast. “Right, for the rice. I’ll make sure I put it on my calendar. I need to change so I can get back to work. Goodbye.”
He doesn’t say anything else before I hear the door close.
When I come out of the office he’s gone. I’m annoyed with myself for being disappointed.
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