“Thank you for calling Missy’s. This is Missy. How can I help you?”
“Hey love. How’s your day going?” I love it when he calls me throughout the day to check in.
“Good. How was your morning?”
“It would have been better if I would have woken up with you. I don’t like you slipping out like a thief in the night. Don’t do it anymore. I am over it. Do we understand each other?” Holy hell. It’s hot when he gets all growly and takes charge.
“Yes. I understand. I’m sorry.” I really am. I had already decided not to do it again.
“Good. Are you closing tonight?”
“No. Lydia is. Why?”
“We have reservations tonight. Wear something comfortable. It is going to be interactive.” Ooooo. I love physical activity.
“Ok. What time? I have a doctor’s appointment in a bit.”
“Is everything ok baby? You need me to come with you?”
“No. I am fine. Just acquainting myself with a lady doc. No biggie.”
“Alright. If you’re sure. Say six.”
“Perfect. See you then.”
By the time I hang up with him it is time for me to go. I make sure all of my staff is squared away and head out. I am going to see Dr Denise who works out of the same office as Hagen’s dad. It was a bit weird thinking about his dad being all up in my business, if you know what I mean.
I get to the appointment, fill out the papers, and in record time I am in her office on the exam table.
“So, you are saying you have been having menstrual type of pain, but without the period. How long has it been since you’ve had your period?”
I rack my brain trying to think. Unfortunately, I have no idea. Everything has happened so fast and I have always been one of the ones who has never been regular. I tell her all of this. She looks a bit concerned, which in turn upsets me.
She takes a urine sample, some blood, and suggest I have an ultrasound right away. Waiting for the machine to be brought into the room, my nerves are shot. What could she be looking for? I came in for a simple checkup and possibly to see if I was pregnant. Now, I am not sure I want to know what is going on.
She inserts the camera vaginally and as she clicks away taking pics and such, I feel like I am going to burst with not knowing. Finally, she is done and looks at me solemnly, then asks me to get dressed and meet her in her office. My mind’s going a mile a minute. I keep thinking the worst. It could be cancer or something.
“Well, first let me tell you, you are not pregnant. But there is a reason for the pain. I need to consult with a specialist to be sure, but I am pretty sure you have something known as PCOS. That in and of itself will make it hard if not virtually impossible for you to conceive. I am more concerned about the pain and the adhesions I see on your uterus. It looks like endometriosis.”
“I don’t know what any of those things mean. Explain.”
“I find it best if I give the patient the brochures, and then you call me after you have read through them if you have questions. As doctors, we tend to over explain, and it seems to further confuse the patient. This way is better.”
She gives me the info and sends me on my way. I am like a zombie driving home. When I make it in the door, I drop everything and read. The more I read, the more the devastation sets in, until I finally find that fetal position I was trying to avoid and sob. The life I thought I saw…yea…no longer so bright.
Chapter Five
Hagan
One Month Later
I can’t believe how hard it is coming up with interesting dates to go on with my wife, but alas here I have been racking my brain to figure something out. I have spoken to my brothers, their wives, and even my nieces and nephews. I’ve taken all of their suggestions to date and now I am struggling to come up with something. Anything.
She drives me insane. Insane with lust, love, and this insatiable need to make her happy. I’ve heard that love makes you crazy anyway, so it’s really only a matter of how crazy you want to be. Besides, what are the odds that I would meet my soulmate in Vegas? The irony of that isn’t lost on me. So, I show up at my apartment with pizza and beer in hand at around eight o’clock.
“Hi,” she says, smiling at me. She is barefoot, in a little navy-blue dress with sunflowers on it, and I can’t wait for it to be on the fucking floor.