Page 69 of Wicked Throne
The front desk nurse came over, dressed in a gray button-up sweater and scrubs, and asked me to fill out insurance forms. I checked all the right boxes, and crossed all the needed, “Ts” before taking it back to the front desk.
“Dr. Carter will be with you momentarily,” the nurse said taking the clipboard from me.
Returning to my seat, I saw there were several other women in the waiting room. Thankfully, none of them were sitting near me in the hard-framed chairs. The décor in this place needed some serious updating.
“Girl you are wearing the hell out of those red bottoms,” someone said out of nowhere.
Daring to look up, I found a young teenage girl in my face. She was about to pop herself.
“Ah thank you.”
I went back to minding my business.
“So how far along are you?” She gave her belly a rub and sat down beside me. “I’m due next month.”
“I’m not sure,” I replied.
“I’m giving it up for adoption,” the young girl said. “I can’t afford no kid, ya know. My name's Sam.”
“That sounds like it might be for the best,” I gave a slight smile. “And nice to meet you, Sam.”
“So what do you do for work? You trick or nah?”
I scoffed at her. This kid had gumption I’d give her that. “Baby, even if I was trickin…they couldn’t afford what I got. I’m a business owner.”
“Oh word,” her eyes got big. “Put me on?”
Rolling my eyes, I dug around in my purse. I pulled out the nearly made business cards for The Deuce. It was a matte black card with a large metallic number two on it and the club's name under it. “When you’re ready and recovered from having your baby…stop by and ask for me. My name's on the front.”
She took the card, smiling. “I think I’ll do that…thank you.”
By then, a nurse was calling me to the back. We passed a few rooms and finally stopped the one assigned to me. She gave me a white gown and told me to get undressed and wait.
As I stripped down, the cold sterile air hit my body.
I hated this already.
Just think, if you are…Bitch, who you kidding, you know you’re pregnant,…my thoughts had been running around erratically like this for days.
I should have told Thierry, he could have been here holding my hand and helping me through this. It was half his responsibility after all. God, why had I been so stubborn? Why had I waited so damn long to tell him?
Scared,I thought. Scared of what though? Maybe that he would reject going half on a baby. That he would want you to get rid of it.
I don’t even know if I want it,I thought.
The door clicked open and Naomi walked in, dressed in her white doctor’s jacket, just as I was adjusting myself on the table. She beamed when she saw me.
“Have I told you that you’re glowing?”
“Don’t make me stab you,” I replied.
She laughed. “Usually, we get an ultrasound tech to do all this but…”
I frowned. “You know I don’t want people in my business.”
“Exactly, now lay back and put your feet in these,” she indicated to the stirrups.
Naomi busied herself around the room, getting the equipment set up. I lay back and let my eyes drift to the ceiling. They were the typical greyish tiles that you saw in any buildings.