Since she’s nearing seventy-years-old and is eyeing a condo on Florida’s sunny coast, it fits right into her schedule. “Agreed, Norman.”
With that the meeting is adjourned and I’m free to head back to my office to think about the fact that I may be holding my baby a little over seven months from now.
***
I spot Evan instantly when I walk into the near empty restaurant. It’s almost eight p.m. and I was already at home in my sweatpants and a T-shirt preparing notes for my court date tomorrow.
He said he needed to talk to me and since he had an opening in his schedule, I put on a bra under my T-shirt, traded my sweatpants for jeans and took the subway to this place.
“I’m glad you came.” He stands as I approach him.
I’ve never seen him in scrubs before. They’re light blue and even though he’s wearing a black hoodie over the top, it’s obvious that he left work and came directly here.
His arms circle me in a tender embrace as his lips skim my forehead. “You look good. I can tell you’re more rested than you were the last time we saw each other.”
I am. I still wake up in a panic at least a few times each night but I’m coming to terms with the fact that I’m going to be a mom.
“You look good too,” I offer, not just because it’s polite but it’s true.
He’s gorgeous and now that I know that I’m having his baby I can’t help but hope that it will have his blue eyes and smile.
“Is everything okay?” I ask as I take a seat.
When he called his voice was low and his tone serious. He didn’t go into details about why he wanted to see me but I instinctively knew that it wasn’t for a hook-up. Judging by the serious expression on his face, I’m right.
“How are you feeling?”
I shrug off my sweater and sigh. “Good. I still have mild nausea in the morning but the dizzy spells have passed. I’m more tired than I usually am but Dr. Reynolds says that’s to be expected.”
“Sadie?”
I lock eyes with him. He knows my doctor. She works out of an office on the Upper East Side but does see patients at one of the hospitals too.
“Your doctor is Sadie Reynolds?”
I nod. “She’s been my primary care physician for a few years. She’s the best.”
“She is.” He smiles broadly. “I’m glad you’re in such good hands.”
I let out a sigh. “She told me at my appointment yesterday
that I’ll need to see an obstetrician soon. She’s putting together a list of recommendations for me but she said some may not be available.”
“Rita Bergstein is the best in the city.” He waves the server who is approaching us away. “I can make the arrangements for you to see her.”
It’s a kind gesture and would take a load of worry off my shoulders. “I’d like that.”
“I’ll make the call first thing tomorrow morning.”
The persistent server approaches again. “Can I get you anything?”
I glance at the almost empty plate of pasta in front of Evan. It’s obvious that he had a meal before I arrived. I took this as a dinner invitation even though I ate a salad and a piece of salmon at Gabi’s place earlier.
“I’ll have a cup of herbal tea,” I say quietly.
Evan doesn’t respond so the server takes off in the direction of the kitchen.
“I don’t know how to bring this up.” He nervously taps his foot against the tiled floor. “I know it’s early and we haven’t discussed in detail how this arrangement will work.”