Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,22
by his glasses walks through the door. The top of his head reflects under the light, like he freshly polishes it every day for it to be that slick and shiny. Eric rubs his lips together in a firm line, annoyed the doctor took this moment to walk in to ruin the … whatever this was. He releases my hand and scratches the side of his cheek, the new stubble coarse against his fingers.
“Ah, Ms. Davis. It’s good to have you with us.” He opens the medical chart and hums, then crooks his head to the side when he reads something he understands. He has hair growing out of his ears and nose that needs to be trimmed. He seems to have hair everywhere but on his head. “You gave everyone quite the scare, you know. The waiting room has been full of bikers since you were admitted. I have to say, they are a caring bunch, no matter their appearances.” His voice is old Southern, reminding me of a wealthy man who grew up in Georgia who has sweet tea with his dinner every night. His eyes land on Eric, and that’s when he notices the cut Eric is wearing. “Why, you don’t look the type to be a biker; you lot are surprising me at every turn.” He places the stethoscope in his ears and lays the circular part against my chest, moving it right and left to listen to the different sides of my heart.
Eric rolls his eyes as if he isn’t satisfied with the old man’s technique, and it makes a smile tickle my lips. If I remember one thing about Eric, it’s how peculiar he is about how medicine is practiced.
“I’m going to have a counselor come up and do a consult. I think it’s important that you have therapy. Especially since you are pregnant. You need to be on bedrest for a few weeks. A lot of stress has happened to your body, and I cannot guarantee you won’t miscarry. I can’t believe you haven’t, to be honest.”
“Wait. Back up. Stop!” Eric’s face has gone pale, and he stares at me in pain, despair, hurt, regret. So many emotions are playing in his eyes. He scrubs both hands over his face and drops his arms at his side. “You’re pregnant?” he says on one long breath.
I look away, ashamed. I try not to cry, but seeing the disappointment on his face, the one person I thought would always be there for me, hurts more than I expected.
“I see,” the doctor says. “I’m sorry. I had no idea it was a surprise for your fiancé. I’ll give you two some privacy. I’ll be back to give you more pain meds that are safe for you and the baby.” The doctor pats my shoulder, and his big eyes try to look comforting, but they just remind me of bug eyes.
Fiancé? I don’t understand why the doctor would think that, but I’m not going to argue about something so trivial right now.
His shoes squeak as he walks out the door. He makes sure it’s closed behind him to give us privacy. The tension is tight, nearly suffocating, and when I manage to make myself look at Eric, he’s still staring at me, baffled.
“I… There’s a lot you don’t know, Eric.”
“Tell me, Jo. Stop leaving me out; stop making me guess. What’s going on?” He comes around the bed and sits in a chair, crossing his arms as he does. He isn’t happy with me. His legs are spread wide, his cheeks are red, and his lips are pressed together.
“I don’t know…” I let it all off my chest, hoping it will make me feel freer. “I just found out, and I didn’t think I could be a mom. I wasn’t ready. I don’t remember having sex, Eric. I haven’t had sex since before I was kidnapped. I only remember going to a party, and taking a drink from my friend. I don’t remember anything else. I swear, I don’t remember. It doesn’t mean I’m not held accountable, but I swear.” I lift my watery eyes to his. His fists are clenched on top of his knees, and his eyes are wide with horror. “I swear, I can’t remember. I don’t even remember finishing the drink, Eric. I don’t remember.”
“Jo…” His voice breaks as he comes back to the bed and wraps his arms around me. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? If so, I need