Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,152
a slight pressure and only mild discomfort. For the most part, you won’t even know it’s there.”
Wait. I’m only seventeen. Is this even legal without a parent or guardian by my side? Though, I guess he’s a doctor and it’s not as though he’s going to be fucking me with the thing … just inserting. But in the long run, I’m going to have to get used to my lady bits being overtaken for the next nine months.
Eli squeezes my hand. “I’ve seen it done before,” he tells me. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
I glare up at him as the doctor puts the wand back down and pulls on a pair of latex gloves. “You get an opinion when you grow a vagina,” I tell Eli, watching the doctor out of the corner of my eye and taking in the way that he takes the wand again and begins squeezing something onto the end of it, something that looks suspiciously like lube.
The doctor looks back at me. “This will help me measure the baby and make sure that everything is looking healthy in your womb.”
Well shit. This just got serious.
“Okay,” I nod, knowing there's no need to be nervous but feeling it anyway.
The doctor doesn’t hesitate and pushes the ultrasound wand inside of me and I can't help the slight gasp that comes bubbling out of me. “Geez,” Eli grumbles. “You didn’t sound that excited when it was me going in there.”
I squeeze his hand as tight as humanly possible, knowing damn well that it’s got to hurt. “Shut up, otherwise I'm going to take the damn thing and shove it up your ass so you know exactly what it feels like.”
“Noted,” he says. “Shutting up now.”
The doctor grunts as a sign telling us to shut the fuck up and concentrate on what’s going on. He moves the wand around and just as he promised, I feel pressure but nothing uncomfortable.
I see the small little blob on the monitor and assume that’s the baby, then get a little more certain when the doctor starts taking measurements.
Holy shit. That's my baby. That's a miniature version of Colton inside of me and for some reason, just a bit of the fear begins to fall away. This is real. It's actually happening and it’s time that I get on board and make sure this baby has every chance possible to grow healthy and strong, just like his or her daddy.
It takes a little while but eventually, the doctor pulls the wand out of me and asks Eli to leave the room to give me a chance to get dressed.
I’m going to be a mommy.
Fuck. I’m going to be someone’s mother.
I’m only seventeen. This is insane. I didn’t even picture myself having kids at thirty.
They both walk out and I jump down from the table to make myself decent again, having to clean myself up. I pull my pants back on and then take a seat, calling Eli and letting him know that I'm good for him to come back.
He does just that and explains that the doctor had gone to print out my results. A nervous silence falls through the room as we wait for the doctor to come back. Every few minutes Eli softly murmurs that I’m going to be okay, and even goes as far as offering to be my baby daddy if Colton was to run.
The doctor shows his face again and I take a deep breath. It’s time to get this over and done with so I can go home and work out how I’m going to break the news to Colton.
“Alright,” he says, handing me a small picture of the baby, one that I still struggle to make out. “Everything looked really good. Your baby is developing just as expected for seven weeks.”
Seven weeks?
Eli grins beside me, proud of the news while the doctor continues. “I’m going to need to see you regularly throughout your pregnancy, so on your way out, make sure to book another appointment for next month to check your progress.”
My mouth hangs open as I nod.
“Do you have any questions?”
I just stare at him.
Seven weeks.
“Okaaay,” Eli says slowly, taking my hand and trying to pull me up. “Let’s get out of here so you can go home and tell Carrington the good news.”
I gape at Eli, still struggling to understand what the doctor just told me as I mentally do the math. Seven weeks ago, Colton and I had nearly slept together, but we