“Have you missed taking any pills this month?” Dr. Glamazon asks.
“No.” My face is bright red, like I’m guilty of something. I hate it when that happens. “I never forget. I’ve always been methodical about taking it.”
“Have you taken any other medication lately?”
“Yes she has,” Jake answers. He removes my hand from my mouth, stopping me from biting my nails. “Tru was sick while we were on holiday. She had food poisoning, and the doctor prescribed her some medication.”
“Did he advise if there would be any interference with contraception from taking the medication?” she asks.
“No,” Jake answers again before I get the chance to. “Tru was too sick to be asking or answering any questions at that time, so it was on me, and honestly it wasn’t something I even considered asking the doctor. The fault lies with me on that one.”
I feel him talking to me in that last sentence.
“There’s no fault,” I whisper to him. “I’m happy to be having our baby.”
He smiles. One of those special, reserved-for-me-only smiles.
Dr. Glamazon starts talking, interrupting our moment. “The medication you took, combined with the sickness, possibly will have made the contraceptive pill ineffective. The prescribing doctor should have advised of this.”
“Will my being on the pill while pregnant have harmed the baby at all?” I turn to her, shifting forward in my seat, changing the direction of this conversation.
Between the two of us, Jake and I don’t seem to have been aiming to give our baby the best start in life.
She smiles, and this one actually appears genuine. “It’s a common thing that happens among women, so no, I don’t think there will be any side effects from it. Just to give you both total peace of mind, I’ll do a scan now and take a look at your baby to make sure all is okay.”
A scan? Now? I’m going to see my baby right now? My heart practically pole vaults out of my chest.
I don’t miss the way Jake’s hand tightens around mine either.
I risk a look at him, but his face is impassive. A mask. The one he wears when he doesn’t want people—mainly me—to know what he’s thinking.
Standing and moving around her desk, past us, Dr. Glamazon asks, “When was the last day of your last period, Tru?”
I cast my mind back. Turning in my seat, I say, “The third of October, I think.”
“Okay, can you undress your lower half and hop up on the bed?” She points to the sterile-looking bed at the far side of the room she’s walking toward. “You can cover yourself up with this.” She places a drape on the bed.
With nerves fluttering in my tummy, I go over to the bed, leaving Jake in his seat. Dr. Glamazon pulls the curtain, giving me privacy.
It’s not until I’m actually on the bed that I wonder why the hell I need my pants off if she’s going to scan my tummy? Unless she’s going to do an internal examination first.
Oh God, she’s going to do an internal in front of Jake. I know he’s seen everything I have to offer, but I really don’t want him here while the doctor pokes around my lady bits. I wonder if I could ask him to leave without offending him.
“All ready?” Dr. Glamazon asks from behind the curtain.
“Yes,” I reply, my voice sounding a little strangled.
Pulling back the curtain a little she walks in, followed by Jake.
He looks uncomfortable. Then I see his eyes instantly go to my lower half, which is covered by the drape, and a sexy smile flirts across his lips.
Only Jake would see the sexy side of this current situation. He’s such a perv. But I like that no matter what circumstance I’m in, I can still get him that way.
I reach for his hand, smiling up at him. I mouth, Perv.
His eyes twinkle, and he grins, lips pressed together. He flickers a glance to Dr. Glamazon, who has her back to us, getting something from a cupboard. He mouths to me, You look so fucking sexy right now. He traces his finger along my jaw.
I roll my eyes at him and mouth back, Yeah, sure I do.
Another glance to the doctor and he mouths back, expression firm and serious, Yes, you do. You always do.
Okay. That’s me told.
I smile softly at him, and then Dr. Glamazon appears beside me.
“Okay, Trudy,” she begins, while fiddling with a monitor she’s pulled over beside me. “Because you’re so early into your pregnancy, I’m going to do a transvaginal ultrasound.”
“A what?”
“A transvaginal ultrasound. I’ll place this inside you.” She lifts up what can only be described as something that looks exactly like a handheld blender. “It will show us your baby. It’s the same as a sonogram, only done internally.”
“You’re going to put that inside of me?” My lungs seize up for a few held breaths.
“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe and pain-free.”
I look at Jake, worried. He smiles and smooths my hair back from my forehead, but I can see in his eyes that even he’s a bit freaked.
“You’ll be fine,” he says. “Having this done means we’re going to get to see our baby.”
Yeah, well, that’s easy for him to say. He’s not getting a huge handheld blender stuck up his vagina. Of course I want to see our baby and know it’s okay, but holy fuck, that thing looks painful.
“I would normally do a sonogram for the first scan,” Dr. Glamazon explains, “but they’re done at twelve weeks. As you’re so early into your pregnancy, the baby won’t show on a sonogram. This is the only way I’m going to be able to see the baby to check that all is okay.”
Guess I don’t have a choice, then.
She retrieves a pair of surgical gloves from a box and puts them on.
“Don’t worry, Tru. In a few moments you’re going to see your baby on this screen here.” She nods in the direction of the monitor beside me.