“That’s understandable. Nothing like this has ever happened before.”
“Great. Lucky me. I’m just so special,” I said sarcastically. She gave me a sympathetic look as we left the store. “Let me call him though. Maybe he can see me today. I’d like to see him before I tell Jonathon.”
“I understand.”
I dialed the doctor’s number and he answered on the first ring and told me to come right in, anything for his ‘high-risk’ patient. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. I told Diana what he said and she drove me to the hospital.
Even now the hospital still reminded me of when my mom had been here. But it really hadn’t been my mom in that bed, instead it was a morpher vampire named Morgina, pretending to be her.
Dr. Crane’s practice was on the very top floor. He dealt mostly with humans, like me, that had vampire soul mates although he did tend to regular humans now and then. His specialty though was vampire-human pregnancies. He had been with Amelia through her pregnancy with Danny and Mason. And now he would be with me on my fourth attempt at a child.
“Ah, Ms. Kylie,” he said by way of greeting. “And Ms. Diana too, I see.”
“Reginald,” Diana hugged the vampire.
Dr. Crane was movie star gorgeous. He had thick black hair, smooth as silk alabaster skin like all vampires, a dimple in his chin, large almond shaped eyes, and a smile to die for. He was too perfect. He was one of the only vampires I had ever met that really looked like a vampire. He was flawless.
“So, let’s head on back,” he started towards the rooms. Diana gave me a reassuring smile, squeezed my hand, and took a seat in the waiting room.
I followed slowly behind. I felt like I was walking to my own funeral.
I sat down on the uncomfortable plastic bed while he closed the door.
“So, another pregnancy?” he asked.
“According to the store bought test, yes,” I sighed, rubbing my face.
“Hmm, peculiar,” he tapped his chin, eyes narrowed in thought.
“What’s peculiar?” I asked.
“Well, you obviously have no problem getting with child the problem is keeping the child.”
“Really, doctor? I hadn’t noticed,” I snapped. I was beginning to question how Dr. Crane was such a good doctor. In my opinion he only stated the obvious and I could do that myself without his help.
He chuckled even though I wasn’t being funny
“Lean back,” he instructed and I did as he said. He rolled my shirt up and pressed his ice cold hands to my stomach. “Your skin is hardening which means the baby is forming its protective shell,” he said more to himself than to me. He got out the jelly and poured some on my stomach before putting the ultra sound device to it. “Hmm, strange,” he mumbled, peering at the screen.
“What’s strange?” I asked.
“Look,” he pointed to the image as he turned the computer screen towards me.
“What on earth?” I asked. The screen was all fuzzy, like static.
“This is certainly different,” his brow was wrinkled in confusion. He looked at the ultrasound device. “Must be broken,” he mumbled. “This time around I want you to go on bed rest. Keep your activity level to the absolute minimum.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
Dr. Crane’s brow was still puckered, no doubt still puzzled by the fuzzy picture. “Here’s some pills you need to take,” he turned to his desk and handed me two orange bottles.
“What’s this one for?” I held up one of the bottles. Inside was a strange shimmery white pill.
He sighed. “Hopefully it will make the baby stronger and you can reach full term. It contains small doses of Jonathon’s venom.”
“Oh,” I bit my lip.
He patted my arm. “I feel different about this one,” he assured me.