“Oh, okay. No anemia then?”
“No. Everything looks great. We’ll get you on a prenatal and schedule your appointment next month.”
“Next month?” I questioned, confused. “I thought you said everything was great?”
“It is.”
“Why am I coming in next month?”
“You’ll have monthly appointments in your first trimester—”
“I’m sorry, what?”
She chuckled. “You’re first trimester. You’re pregnant.”
I exclaimed, “I’m what?”
“Pregnant.”
“But I took a pregnancy test. It was negative.”
“It was more than likely too early to test.”
I couldn’t believe what she’d revealed. I wasn’t expecting it in the least. I tried to pay attention to what she was saying, but my mind was whirling with the unexpected news.
“I’m really pregnant?”
“Yes. You really are.”
I beamed with excitment. “Is there any way I could call my husband? He’d never forgive me if he missed our baby’s ultrasound.”
“Of course.”
They walked out of the room, and I immediately called Tristian.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Hey.” I tried to remain calm. I didn’t want to tell him over the phone.
“How was your appointment.”
“I’m actually still here.”
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, everything’s great. By any chance, can you meet me here?”
“I thought you said everything was alright?”
“It is. I swear. I just need you.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Thank God her office wasn’t far from ours. I waited on pins and needles for him to arrive. I didn’t know how much I needed him there until he entered the exam room.
“Kitten, what’s going on?”
“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Hawkins,” the doctor greeted as she entered behind him.