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Charlotte spends the next five minutes explaining all of her symptoms, when they started, how
long they have lasted, and how she has been treating them. I feel like the absolute worst boyfriend in
the world. I can t believe how long this has been going on and I haven t insisted on her seeking
treatment. I am an ass.
Dr. Fox is diligently taking notes, barely looking up to make eye contact with Charlotte as she
spills her medical guts. He really is a tool. When he finally realizes that Charlotte is finished talking,
he continues to studies his notes for a few more minutes before speaking. Charlotte and I just give
each other a look, both knowing what we are each thinking. Both trying not to laugh at this ass hat. I
can t wait to get her out of here and continue our conversation about anal probing.
He taps his pen on his chin a few times, and then the genius finally starts asking questions. So,
you have been feeling nauseous for a few months, you say?
Yes, she answers politely.
And you have gained some weight? he asks, stupidly. She just got through telling him all of this
shit.
Yes, she again answers politely, but I know better. Charlotte is starting to get annoyed, and that
is one girl you don t want to piss off.
When was your last menstrual cycle?
Charlotte pauses a few seconds. I can tell that she is trying to work out the time period in her
head. No pun intended. About three months or so, I m never regular. She shrugs, thinking nothing of
it. Neither do I, come to think of it.
Have you taken a home pregnancy test? Dr. Douchebag asks.
No, she answers simply.
Why not? he asks looking dumb founded. Can I punch him in the face now?
I can t get pregnant, she answers simply.
What do you mean, you can t get pregnant ?
I am physically unable to get pregnant. I only have one fallopian tube and it is badly scarred.
My gynecologist told me that there is practically no chance of getting pregnant. I move closer so I
can grab her hand again, knowing that this is a very sensitive subject.
Practically none is not the same as none, Charlotte, he replies. Charlotte and I turn to look
at each other again, both of us wide eyed.
What are you saying, Doctor? I ask, while the cat has Charlotte s tongue.
Let s not get ahead of ourselves, Dr. Jerk Face back tracks. You left a urine sample, right?
he questions.
Charlotte nods her head.
Okay, I will have the nurse dip in a pregnancy test stick while I complete my physical exam. I
will also have her come in here to do a rapid strep test and take a mucus sample to rule out the flu,
he spits out rapid fire as he heads for the door. Dr. Dill Weed has some great bedside manner.
He leaves for a brief moment to get the nurse, but no words are exchanged between Charlotte and
me. I can t take the silence and not having my hands on her, so I lean in to hug her and whisper in her
ear. Whatever happens, we are in this together. No matter the results, I will be with you every step
of the way. She nods, and although she doesn t say anything, I feel her smile on my neck. After a few
more seconds, she finds her voice.
I don t know what to say. Having a baby has never been in the cards for me. I don t even want
to hope for it. I don t know how to feel. Will I be disappointed if the test comes back negative or
positive? This is freaking insane. It s just the flu, right? It s probably just the flu.
Yeah, it s probably just the flu, baby girl, I tell her knowing that is what she needs to hear;
however, on the inside, I am convinced that she is pregnant. And interestingly, that doesn t scare me
one bit.
The nurse and doctor return as Charlotte finishes convincing herself that she has the flu and that
there is no way she is pregnant. The nurse takes all of the tests the doctor ordered, and he performs
his physical examination.
I ll be back with the results, he tells us, try to relax.
As soon as the door closes, I try to cut her anxiety with a little comic relief. Why do people
always tell you to try to relax when they know that there is no possibility of that happening? It s like
telling a woman to calm down after finding her man cheating. Not gonna happen.
I get the reaction I was looking for when Charlotte lets out a chuckle. That laugh gets to me every
time. I can t help but laugh along with her. As we are laughing, our eyes meet, and the mood in the
room suddenly shifts from nervous energy to electric lust.
I know that look, Pinky. Not here, and not until we know what s going on with your health.
Charlotte pouts, sticking out that lower lip and I just want to chew on it. So I do. My cock starts
stirring in my pants, it wants attention, and it wants it now. Of course, Dr. Twat Face uses his perfect
timing to come back into the room and kill the mood. And my erection.
Charlotte sees the tent in my pants, and the strain on my face and lets out another snicker. Evil
little minx will pay for this later. I decide to keep my position right smack against her. No telling what
the results will be, and I want her to know she can always lean on me.
So I have good news and bad news. Which would you like first? he inquires.
Charlotte and I both take a deep breath at the same time and let it out slowly. Bad, she
answers before we discuss what we want to hear. It is her results, so&
I saw in your chart that you have a cat. Do you still have a cat?
Um, yeah, she replies.
Is there somewhere else the cat can live for the next few months?
Why? Am I allergic to Horse? Is that why I have been so sick?
No, Ms. Fisher. Have you ever heard of Toxoplasmosis?
No, is that what I have? Charlotte asks worriedly.
Are you fucking kidding me? I ask Dr. Ass Clown. I have to sit down for a minute to gather my
thoughts. Is this really happening? Holy fucking shit!
Charlotte turns to me with a stunned look on her face, obviously not understanding my reaction.
However, I do know what Toxoplasmosis is.
Calvin? You re scaring me. What s happening? she asks me, half freaking out.
The doctor starts to explain, but I just hold my hand up to him. This is my girl. I got this. I stand
back up, smiling ear to ear.
Baby girl, look at me, I tell her. I need her full attention for this. Horse is going to come live
with me for a few months. Then you will follow. Time for us to live together, I tell her. There will
be no ifs, ands, or buts about this.
Calvin, if I wasn t freaking out before, I am now. What s happening? Am I dying?
No, Pinks, you re not dying. We re pregnant.
Chapter Eleven
Charlotte
Let s just say that being the maid-of-honor is not all that it s cracked up to be. I have a huge list
of responsibilities make sure the guests are taken care of, get Delilah dressed, make sure she
doesn t freak out, make sure Nick arrives on time, get the rings to Calvin, deliver the corsages, keep
Delilah calm, and, oh yeah, make sure Delilah doesn t freak the hell out!
Being pregnant, feeling like crap, and thinking that I look like a whale is not helping. I ve just
started showing, my boobs have blown up to twice their normal size, and so has my ass. When smells
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