Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
My eyes widened. “Is that the heartbeat?”
She smiled. “It is. And it’s a good strong one for this early in the pregnancy. Though, you said your last period was April first, correct?”
“Yes.”
“That would date you at almost seven-and-a-half weeks right now. Gestational age is two weeks longer than when conception actually occurred. So according to your last period, you would have conceived approximately five-and-a-half weeks ago.”
Today was May 23rd, and I’d slept with Owen on April 15th—I remembered because I’d filed my taxes on the last day this year, and I’d done that right after I arrived in the City. The timing was accurate.
“However,” Dr. Talbot continued, “the embryo’s size and appearance looks like it could be a bit older than that.”
“Older? What do you mean? I definitely had my period on April first. I checked my calendar.”
“Well, it’s not unusual to spot during pregnancy, especially during the early stages. You said your menstrual cycle was not much of a period, which is common for women with a hormonal IUD. Perhaps what you thought was your period last month was a bit of spotting?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I could be wrong. But I would’ve guessed from the appearance and size that you’re more like nine, maybe ten weeks pregnant.”
I stopped breathing. “Nine or ten weeks? So conception would’ve been…seven or eight weeks ago?”
The doctor nodded. “That’s right.”
Robert had been away the two weeks before I left for New York. Which would mean, we’d last slept together…
Oh.
My.
God.
“Are you sure?” It felt like my throat was closing. “Nine or ten and not seven and a half?”
Dr. Talbot shook her head. “Dating a pregnancy is not an exact science. Embryos can be slightly larger or smaller than the norm, and not every woman ovulates exactly two weeks after their period. Some ovulate as early as six days after their cycle, others as late as the twenty-second day. For now, based on your period and the images, perhaps we’ll date you somewhere in the middle. Your period puts you seven and a half. The size indicates more like two weeks farther along—about nine and a half.” She picked up my chart and scribbled something. “So let’s call it eight-and-a-half weeks, shall we?”
“No! It can’t be eight-and-a-half weeks. I wasn’t with anyone six-and-a-half weeks ago.”
“Like I said, it’s not an exact science. One week in either direction should be pretty accurate.”
But one week in either direction changed everything. Seven-and-a-half weeks ago, I’d slept with Robert. Five-and-a-half weeks ago I’d been with Owen.
Oh fuck. I can’t even be sure who the father is.
CHAPTER 16
Owen
It had been hours since Devyn’s doctor visit, and she hadn’t let me know how it went. Given the way she’d been acting all week, that wasn’t exactly a surprise. But I was still worried something bad had happened, so I finally gave in and texted her.
Owen: Hey. Everything okay? How was the doctor?
It took about five minutes before she replied.
Devyn: I’m okay, yes. It wasn’t anything like I’d thought.
What does that mean?
Owen: The doctor couldn’t figure out what was wrong?
Devyn: She said I’m healthy, yeah.
Owen: Clearly that doesn’t explain why you’re sick. Are you feeling any better?
Devyn: A little. Just tired.
Owen: Okay. Will you let me know if you need anything?
Devyn: I will. Thank you.
Owen: K. Get some rest.
“What’s going on, man? You haven’t answered any of my texts.”
I looked up. I’d been staring at my phone and hadn’t even seen Brayden enter my apartment.
“Sorry. I’ve been busy,” I said, my eyes returning to the screen.
“Bullshit. You’re always busy. What’s going on?”
Putting the phone aside, I let out a long breath. “Something’s not right with Devyn. She’s been avoiding me. It came out of the blue almost a week ago now. She says she’s been sick, but I can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to it.”
“You think she’s playing games with you?”
“Nothing malicious.” I stood and began to pace. “I think she might have freaked out a little after we slept together again. She started to back away right after that.”
“Whoa. Again?” He grabbed two beers from my fridge and handed me one. “Back up. When did this happen?”
I cracked open my Sam Adams. “Last week.”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
I took a drink. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I had to report to you. Do you tell me every time you have sex?” I glared. “Lately? I know that’s not true. Because you’ve been secretive.”
Brayden narrowed his eyes. “This is sort of like déjà vu, isn’t it? You sleep with her, and she ghosts you? Apparently, you have a magical dick. It makes women disappear.”
Magic Eraser.
I’d made that joke to Devyn once—though, not in this context. Sadly, Brayden did have a point. Devyn had literally disappeared the first time we had sex. This time, it was more of a figurative disappearance.
I looked away. “We had the most amazing time, and then everything just went to shit. I’m convinced something happened—but I don’t know what. I’m wondering if it has to do with the actor she was seeing before she came out here.”