“Reina’s got a doctor’s appointment today,” I told him. He arched a brow at me. “OB,” I further explained. “And no, she’s not pregnant.” The moment he called off lockdown a few days ago, I’d called the doctor I knew Adelaide had used for both of her pregnancies and scheduled Reina what they called a “problem” appointment.
Didn’t understand why it couldn’t just be a normal fucking appointment, but whatever. Just made me feel like they thought any woman who wasn’t normal was a problem. Shit rubbed me the wrong damn way, but Reina told me it was normal.
I stepped down the hall, heading towards our room where Reina was grumpily getting ready. I knew she just wanted to sleep, but she needed to go see a doctor for her periods. They shouldn’t be this irregular. And when she’d had one, it had been extremely painful.
I wanted to know what the fuck was going on.
“I’m almost ready,” she muttered as she yanked on her combat boots. I groaned at the sight of her. She was wearing a pair of black shorts with fishnet stockings beneath them. A crop top showcased her back and my stamp as well as her belly. God, I loved that she was back to being herself, despite the few changes that had happened to her personality. Her style of dress used to annoy me, but now, I’d never been happier to see her like this.
I’d never take her personality and her style for granted ever again.
“I’m half tempted to tell you to change so I’m not walking around with a fucking boner all day,” I told her just to tease her.
That brought a smile to her face. I handed her the coffee I’d made her, and she sighed in contentment before gulping down the scalding liquid without even flinching.
I’d never understand how she did that. Shit made me wince just watching her. Woman had to have a throat of steel.
I cracked a smile at the thought of that. I knew just how good her throat game was. Hell, we’d tested it just last night.
“Woman, you’ve got a throat of fucking steel,” I told her, voicing my thoughts out loud.
A coy smirk twisted her lips, and I adjusted my jeans. “Want to find out how good it is?”
God, did I fucking want to, but she needed to get to this appointment. “Later,” I told her. She laughed. “Come on.”
Her smile immediately fell from her face, and she groaned but got up from the mattress. I gripped her wrist and yanked her to me, leaning down to slant my lips across hers, kissing her so thoroughly that I took her breath away. She stared up at me through dazed, lust-filled eyes when I slowly drew back and parted our lips.
I rubbed my thumb over her kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Stop being a grump, sweet girl. You need to see a doctor. I’m putting my fucking foot down on this.” And she knew that. She’d already tried arguing about it last night and two days before that, but I’d just fucked her into submission each time.
She sighed but adjusted her attitude, nodding at me. After a quick peck to her plump lips, I led her from the room and out to the lot, casting Vern a dirty look when he eyed Reina. He just smirked and held his hands up in a surrendering gesture.
If we had time, I’d knock him on his ass for daring to admire something that would never belong to him. But as it was, we were already running a couple of minutes late.
“You’re going to make me knock the shit out of someone with that fucking outfit,” I growled as I straddled my bike, handing Reina my spare helmet.
She just shot me a sweet smile and strapped her helmet to her head before getting on behind me. She tightened her arms around me, her thighs pressing against mine. Her tits were firm against my back, and I clenched my jaw.
I just loved to fucking make myself suffer, I swear.
Gunning the engine, I took off for town, heading in the direction of the doctor’s office with my hand resting on her soft thigh.
“Well,Reina, I’ve got some bad news for you,” Dr. Leslie began. I clenched my jaw. That wasn’t fucking good. Hadn’t even asked if we wanted good news, which meant there wasn’t any. Reina gripped my hand; I quickly laced our fingers together, giving her hand a gentle squeeze in return. “You’re suffering from premature menopause.”
I couldn’t hide my surprise. My eyes widened, but Reina’s head jerked back as if she’d been slapped. “Menopause?” she squeaked.
Fuck, I hadn’t even known menopause couldn’t happen to women of Reina’s age.
Dr. Leslie nodded, taking a seat on her stool. “It’s estimated to affect 0.1% of women under the age of thirty, and unfortunately, you’re part of that very tiny percentage.”
“But—I don’t know—I don’t understand,” Reina finally managed, shaking her head. “Is there a reason that this has happened to me?”
Dr. Leslie shook her head. “Unfortunately, no. Most women—like you—don’t have a reason for premature menopause. It’s just basically a freak of nature.”
A freak of nature.
I wanted to break something. This wasn’t fair to Reina.
Reina’s hand was shaking in mine. I wished I could fucking undo all of this. Part of me wished I hadn’t dragged her to the doctor’s office to find out what was wrong with her.