Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“No. They gave me some good shit.” I said into the darkness while cringing away from his touch a bit.
I didn’t really want him to touch me. Made me want things I wasn’t sure he wanted to give at that moment in time.
He felt my withdrawal and got up to come to the other side of the bed so he could see my face.
“What is it? Is it the baby?”
“Do you care?”
“What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course, I care. How could you ask me that?” He whispered heatedly.
“You didn’t seem too excited when I told you. You freakin left me here by myself. I’m scared shitless here. You haven’t said one single word to me since we left the college.”
“Ember, I was pissed. Not about the baby. Not at you. In fact, pissed isn’t even the word here. More like irate. How would you feel if your fiancé was held at knifepoint, and to top it off that she was pregnant?”
“Well I don’t lean towards that side of the fence. So if my fiancé was pregnant it would be a miracle.”
“Ember.” He growled.
“Okay, I’ll give you that. But why were you gone so long?”
“I was questioning the girl that Jack shot. She was lucky. Only skimmed her face.”
“What’d you get out of her?”
“She was high on the painkillers too. What I got was there was some tension in this branch of the gang. Some of the main people don’t agree with what the gang leader is doing to you.” He said while running one long finger along the belts at my stomach.
“That good?”
“Could be, we’ll see.” He said as he bent his head and kissed my cheek.
The sound of a large thump on the other side of the door had Gabe tensing in wariness. He didn’t need to worry though because Cheyenne’s clipped, “Motherfucker” soon followed the thump.
I let out a watery laugh when I heard that. Even her being at work couldn’t curb her mouth.
Standing and walking to the door Gabe opened it for Cheyenne.
“Thanks.” She said as she pushed the ultrasound machine in.
“What’s going on?” Gabe asked her.
“We get to look at the baby!” Cheyenne squealed while jumping up and down clapping her hands.
Gabe watched her as if she was on crack.
“If it’s a girl, you have to name her Cheyenne.” Cheyenne said.
“Fuck that. You wouldn’t name either one of your girls after me! What makes you think we’ll name mine after you?”
“Ember’s a weirdo name. I didn’t want to stick my kid with a weirdo name.”
“Ember is not a weirdo name! What the heck is Cheyenne? That’s like white-trash redneck.”
“Take it back.” Cheyenne fumed.
“You first.”
“Seriously? Would you two shut the fuck up?” James said as he, Sam, Max, Jack, Elliott and Blaine walked into the room.
“Make me.” Cheyenne and I said at the same time.
“What are y’all, two?” Max asked.
“Do you still keep those porn magazines in your bathroom?” I asked Max sweetly.
His faced reddened and I burst out laughing.
“You do!” I squealed.
“I do not. I was fifteen! Tell me what fifteen year old boy didn’t have a fuckin’ porn magazine.”
I looked at Gabe who was wearing a sheepish expression. I laughed and then groaned when my side pinched.
“Where did you keep yours?” Blaine asked Elliott.
“Mattress.” He answered.
“What about you?” Cheyenne asked Sam.
“My car.”
“Wow. Y’all are a bunch of pervs.” Cheyenne exclaimed.
“Hello, group. I’m Dr. Robinson. If everyone but the father and the bed ridden would give us a moment, please.”
Everyone filed out of the room leaving only Gabe and I alone. Dr. Robinson walked to the side of the ultrasound machine and turned it on, and then turned to me. Gabe made his way back to my side and regarded the doctor.
“You’ve had an exciting day, haven’t you Ember?” Dr. Robinson asked me.
“You could say that.” I answered dryly.
“I’m assuming you’ve not had a chance to tell this young man over here what we discussed earlier, correct?” Dr. Robinson queried.
“Not yet. I wanted to do it face to face, and we haven’t had that chance yet.”
“Okay, I’ll lay it all out again.” He said and then turned his attention to Gabe. “We discussed today about the risks of an IUD pregnancy. We have two options here. We can leave the IUD in, or we can remove it. If Ms. Tremaine is at 12 weeks or less this is the better option. Once the IUD is removed it will have the same risks as a normal pregnancy.”
“What’s the other option?” Gabe asked.
“If Ms. Tremaine is over 12 weeks she can have it removed or she can leave it in. The results are both a 50% rate of miscarriage. This is also if the IUD is still in the correct position. We had an appointment for tomorrow morning, but since we are all here I would like to go ahead and take a look around.” Dr. Robinson explained.
Heart in my throat I glanced at Gabe’s face. It was completely blank and I couldn’t read anything off his facial expressions as to what he was feeling.
Nodding my consent, he got started.
“What we are looking for is gestation first. Then we will look for IUD placement.”
The doctor squirted a clear lube on my stomach that was colder than a witch’s tit. He rubbed it in with the alien probe and our little alien face lit up the screen. He did some clicking with the mouse and moved the wand again.
“Looks to be about sixteen weeks. Due date should be around February 7th.”
A small inhalation from Gabe had me looking his way with raised brows.
“That was my mom’s birthday.”
“Alright, the IUD doesn’t even look like it’s there anymore. At least it’s not in the correct place. My guess would be that it is somewhere in the uterus, most likely behind the baby since we can’t see it. It’s also possible that it isn’t there at all anymore. When was the last time you felt the strings?”
My face flamed. To feel the strings you had to stick your finger’s up your vagina. The last time I had my finger up my vagina was months ago, before Gabe and I were officially seeing each other. I’d also been getting off to thoughts of Gabe, but now that I think about it, I didn’t feel them then either.