Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,181

in a waiting room.

“Did you just find out?” The woman with a swollen belly glances at my flat stomach.

I stare down at it to make sure it’s actually not showing a bump. I had a big lunch but other than that I’d bet the largest casino’s vault I’m not pregnant.

“Oh, no, I’m not pregnant.”

She smiles and waves me off. “I always forget that women don’t only come to an OB because they’re pregnant. Are you trying? I hope I didn’t offend or upset you.”

I smile although it’s not genuine because if I were trying, I wouldn’t discuss it with a stranger. A stranger who is pregnant. “I’m not trying either.”

“Oh.” Her eyes fall over me, taking in my dress and heels.

Digging my phone out of my purse, I decide to lose myself in anything but conversation with this lady. I’m not sure if she thinks I’m some woman who never wants to have kids or what, but frankly, it’s none of her business. I don’t even talk about this stuff with the people I’m closest to.

Women come and go and I look at the clock on my phone. A half hour since my scheduled appointment.

Finally, my name is called by a nice nurse with red hair pinned into a bun. We do the whole dreaded weighing and blood pressure routine. Once I’m in the exam room, I explain my problem. She smiles nicely and leaves the room.

Twenty minutes later, my panties are hidden under my dress folded up on a chair with my shoes neatly tucked underneath. The paper gown scratches my skin as I double check I’m not flashing my ass. Not that it should matter, I’m going to spread-eagle any minute.

Would it kill them to turn down the air conditioning in here? I have goose bumps all over my body now.

A knock sounds on the door.

“Come in.”

“Miss Walsh, I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon.” My doctor, a woman in her forties or so walks in wearing scrubs. “I apologize for the wait, but I just got back from delivery.”

“No problem.” My stomach twists in nervous anticipation. I just want to get this over and done with.

She sits down on the stool, her laptop poised in her lap.

“You think your IUD came out?” she asks. “When did we put that in again?” Her fingers scroll on the mouse, never looking up at me.

“A few months ago. My old one had expired. I never had a problem with the old one.”

She sets the laptop down. “It says February we gave you the new one. I bet the strings are just shorter this time and you just can’t get as good of a feel.” She slides forward putting up the stir-ups. “I’ll check and we’ll make sure you’re okay. It’s rare that it comes out or dislodges, but I can’t say it doesn’t ever happen.”

Gently she moves my feet into the stir-ups. “Scoot down to the edge of the table for me. Just like that. Good.”

I lay down on my back, staring at the ceiling tiles that so many women before me have seen as well. They should put motivational messages up there or something. My hands grip the edge of the bed in preparation for the medieval torture device to open me up.

“So, how have you been?” She begins the awkward small talk like I’ll forget she’s looking into my honey pot. Meanwhile, I’m praying she sees two strings coming out of my uterus.

“Okay. Busy with work.”

Not that my busy work is equal to hers. I mean she probably gets woken up to deliver babies on the daily.

“I hear that. Any one special guy in your life these days?”

Why is she asking me that? Because there are no damn strings, I bet. My breathing becomes labored and I mentally will myself to calm down, doing some deep breathing exercises.

The instrument closes and I finally can breathe.

“Um, too early to tell.”

Yeah, yeah, I lied. So what?

She takes off her gloves and puts them on the table and I wait for her to hold her hand out to help me up, but she doesn’t. And she doesn’t try to get me out of the stir-ups.

Shit, shit, Shit! Dean and his giant cock.

Her hand finally outstretches, and she helps me up. “Stay undressed below the belt for right now. I can’t locate the strings to the IUD. There are so many variables that I don’t want to tell you anything until I can get you in for an ultrasound.”

My face