Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, welcome to Blossom Fertility.” She shook both of our hands, and we sat.
To stop from fidgeting, I buried my hands in my lap. This place looked more like a med spa than a doctor’s office.
“I’ve gone over your medical history and the good news is, so far, everything looks great.”
“It does?” How did she get our medical history?
Dr. Seacrest nodded. “Your recent tests show no red flags, and we’re at a good place to dig a little deeper. I want to conduct a personal interview with the two of you so that we can fill in some missing information your other doctors might not have considered collecting. Do you mind if we get started?”
Hale nodded his consent, and she opened a slim laptop, her focus moving to the screen.
“How frequently do you have intercourse?”
“Daily.”
I gaped at him. “We do it pretty frequently when Hale's around, but he travels a lot.”
“Would you agree that you have daily intercourse on the days he’s home?”
I don’t know why I was suddenly embarrassed, but we sounded like whores. “Yes?” I leaned forward and explained, “We’re newlyweds.”
Were we still newlyweds? It had been over a year since the wedding. Did other couples have sex as often as we did?
“And how often do you travel, Hale?”
“Weekly. I’m usually away on business for half the week.”
“And…” She clicked her mouse. “You have a daughter?”
“Yes.”
I cleared my throat, but Hale only looked at me.
“Rayne?” The doctor questioned my expression.
I looked at Hale, giving him one last chance to fill her in. Was he seriously not going to explain Elara? Fine. “Full disclosure, I adopted Elara about a year and a half ago and…” I looked at Hale, waiting for him to jump in. Last chance. Going once. Going twice. Sold to the big coward in denial. “Hale’s not her biological father either. He adopted her when she was born.”
I glanced at Hale, as he stared intensely at a small mark on the wall behind the doctor.
“Okay. That’s important information.” She typed a few notes into her computer. “Do you use any lubricants or other products that could affect sperm mobility?”
“Um…” I looked at Hale again. This was his idea, yet he left me to answer all the tough questions. I kicked his foot and he snapped out of whatever haze he’d been in.
“We use lube on occasion.”
“For vaginal intercourse?”
“Anal.”
World, swallow me now.
“When you typically have vaginal intercourse, what positions do you use?”
“All of them.”
My cheeks burned. Why not just show her the slideshow of pictures from last night? That reminded me I needed to delete them from his phone.
“Good, variety helps.”
Thank God she wasn’t the sort of doctor to judge people.
After a few more questions, the doctor closed her laptop and smiled. “Since Rayne’s recently had comprehensive bloodwork, I won’t order more labs for her. But I would like to arrange an ultrasound. And, Hale, I’d like to get a sample from you. From there, we should be able to get a clear picture of where we stand.”
“Sounds good.”
I stood. “Do we make the appointment with you or at the desk where we checked in?”
“Oh, no. We’re a fully equipped clinic. You can head right to imagery from here.”
“But…I haven’t been to makeup. I’m not ready for a close up.”
She laughed. “There’s nothing to worry about, Rayne. The ultrasound is completely painless, and you should be finished in under twenty minutes. Hale, you can return to reception, and they’ll show you where to go from there.”
She was separating us? I looked up at Hale with wide eyes and he immediately read my panic. “I’ll go with Rayne.”
The doctor paused. “That’s not really necessary—”
“I know. But it’s what I’m doing.” He took my hand and kissed my fingers. “Come on, baby. We’re in this together.”
Having Hale close by calmed my nerves, but the experience was still awkward as hell. They put me in a paper gown and told me to wait in a dark room with a large screen. The paper blanket covering my lap crinkled even when I laid still.
“I hate these paper outfits.”
“Are you sure you have it on correctly? I thought the ties usually go in the back.”
“They’re not examining my asshole, Hale.” I sighed, trying to ignore the obnoxious crinkling that accompanied my every breath. “These beds are comfortable. Do you think they’re made by the same people who make regular mattresses?”
Hale wiggled the stirrups, inspecting the engineering. “Why don’t you put your feet up?” He glanced back at the monitor of the ultrasound machine, but the screen was dark.
Not thinking anything of it, I did as he suggested. That was more comfortable.
“It’s a little cold in here.” When he reached under my paper blanket, I slammed a hand between my legs. “Hale!”
“What? You’re my wife. It’s not like I haven’t seen it a million times before.”