Page 107 of Never Stop

“She said the guy does this to make babies and that was having sex. Since you and daddy were kissing, that meant you were going to have sex and make babies, right?”

It was time to change the subject. “Do you want a brother or sister?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. Can we eat now?”

So that went well. Now I only had to figure out how to tell Easton about everything Cheyenne and I had talked about. I was certain he was going to want to scare this Tucker kid for hurting his baby girl.

If anything we needed to check the parental settings on her phone.

The next week flew by. I got my IUD taken out—not the best feeling in the world, and my CT was scheduled for today.

I wasn’t nervous like I’d been in the past. I felt great—pain-free, and I couldn’t wait to get it over with so I could start my next journey of becoming a mother.

All the way to the hospital Easton held my hand. I told him that I wasn’t nervous or worried, but he did it because that was what he did. The entire situation felt like déjà vu. Cat scan machines and I were starting to become old friends.

Once I was called back and given a gown to change into, the nurse stuck an IV in my arm so contrast could flow through my body while getting the scan done. She explained that once they administered the dye, my belly would warm and it would feel as though I needed to pee. I smiled and told her I knew the deal.It wasn’t my first rodeo.

Everything went fine, and I was in and out in less than ten minutes. “So tonight,” Easton grinned at me, “we gonna do this or what?”

I laughed. “You mean have sex?”

“Yeah, but without a condom.” Since getting my IUD taken out, we’d been using condoms because I wanted to have my scan done and not harm the baby.

“Let’s wait a few days until Dr. Bloom calls me with the results.”

He groaned. “Fine but as soon as you get that call, we’re fuckin, nothing between us.”

“You’ll be the first one I call,” I joked.

“Better be.”

When you try not to think of something it’s almost without fail that you will think about it. Especially when you continually get texts from your sister and best friend asking if you’d heard anything about your results. They were stressing me out. Luckily I had wine, and that helped me forget that anytime my phone rang, it could be Dr. Bloom.

I was putting coffee in a travel mug so I could head into Halo when my phone finally rang.

“Hello?”

“Brooke, it’s Dr. Bloom. How are you?”

“I’m doing well. Been waiting for your call.”

There was a slight pause before he responded. “I got the report regarding your CT.” He paused again. “They found another mass.”

The travel mug slipped from my hand, causing a loud bang against the granite countertop. I watched as the creamy liquid spilled out and onto the stone surface. “I don’t understand. Six months ago you said there was only scar tissue.”

“It still could be.”

In the pit of my gut, I knew it wasn’t. “But I feel fine. I don’t hurt.”

“Again, this could still be scar tissue. Sometimes it takes a while to form completely. Let’s not worry about it until after we have it biopsied.”

Coffee dripped onto the floor, and I didn’t move to clean it up. Instead, I watched it fall.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

It’s true what they say. Not everything goes as planned.