Page 90 of Nothing to Beat
“This is not a grand act that deserves praise.”Him being his usually humphing self, so straightforward.“It’s not complicated.There’s nothing any doctor could say that would change our path.”
And she might argue with that, except she’d feel exactly the same way in his position.“It’s better to know now.”
“Yes, so we can make decisions.”
“Together.”
“Always together.”
He really was something else.“How do you still manage to surprise and humble me after all these years?”
“It’s a gift.”His knuckles skimmed her cheek.“No more delays.”
That wasn’t her intention, though it hadn’t not been her intention either.Could’ve been her subconscious’ intention.Science was science, no matter how she tried to postpone it.
Breck knocked once but went inside without waiting for a response.
The doctor rose from the desk, a smile on his face, though it faltered a little when he glanced from Breck to her and back.
“I’m going to guess he’s glaring,” she said, too busy trying to read the doctor to check Breck’s expression.“It’s his default, he doesn’t mean it.”
Whatever was wrong, it wasn’t the doctor’s fault.Was it hers?She tried to eat right.Didn’t smoke.Didn’t drink that much either.Wouldn’t it be hilarious to find out the cause of her issue was genetic?How much more could her family take from her?
“We recommend—”
“We know what you recommend.”Yep, Breck was in no nonsense mode, no way of getting around him when he was so determined.“If you want me to leave the room, you better bring an army.”
Oh, shiver.Prioritizing her needs was his default too, and even after all this time, it still made her swoon.
“It’s okay.”She led Breck to the chairs opposite the doctor’s desk and kept hold of his hand even when they descended into them.“I want him here.You can talk freely.”
“Okay.”The doctor sat and an age passed before he spoke again.“We have to perform another procedure.”
Yes, she’d known that more than bodily fluids would be required of her.“Procedure?”
“An ultrasound.”
Again, expected.“To check my ovaries?”
No wonder they didn’t need Breck, his proximity wouldn’t change the outcome.
“To check your fetus.”
“To check my…” He may as well have slapped her across the face.“Wait, my what?”
His smile grew.“You’re pregnant.”
“No, I’m not,” she said, adamant.“I did a test.”
“They’re not always accurate, which is why we’d like to do the ultrasound.”
“You think the test I did was a false negative?”
“It’s possible.”
“How do you know your test wasn’t a false positive?”
“We’ll confirm with the ultrasound, if you consent to proceed.”
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