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“Lie down, Sadie.” Luke’s voice brings me back down to earth. Clinging to his calm demeanor, I recline on the exam table and stare up at the fluorescent lights and ceiling panels.
Even as he stands next to my head, he won’t look down at me, not that I want to meet his gaze anyway. I work in a sex club. I literally watch people get naked and do shameless things every single day, but watching this doctor lube up a plastic-wrapped probe about to go inside me has me feeling more uncomfortable than I’ve ever been in my life.
“Ready?” she asks, and I quickly nod without looking at her.
Luke is just staring unfocused across the room away from my parted legs. After this, he’s definitely going to kick me out of his house. And maybe even out of his class. We’ll never survive this. It’s too awkward.
I freeze as the doctor slips the probe inside me, and I pray she just gets through it all quickly. I keep glancing up at him to see how miserable he is. I wish he’d say something, like tell me to relax or tell me it’s okay or?—
A quick thumping sound fills the room.
My eyes shoot to the screen. So do Luke’s.
“Is that…” he mumbles.
“That’s the heartbeat,” she says with a smile. “It sounds nice and strong.”
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
For a moment, I forget there’s a medical-grade dildo stuck up my vagina, and my broody English professor is standing next to me. There’s nothing else but that heartbeat.
Then, for the first time since I walked back into the room, he looks at me, and our eyes meet. We’re sharing the same expression of astonishment. With that, he rests his hand on my shoulder, and I’m not sure why, but it’s nice.
“There’s just one, right?” I ask, looking at the screen, trying to make sense of the small pulsing black-and-white circle in the middle.
“Just one,” she replies.
“Thank God.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with twins?” he asks, a sliver of a smile on his face. “I’m a twin.”
“They usually run in the family,” the doctor says before pulling the probe out.
“Yeah, but he’s not?—”
“He’s not the father,” the doctor says with a laugh as she touches my knee. “I understand, Miss Green.”
I grimace with embarrassment as she removes her gloves and helps me up. After giving me the rundown on all the things I can’t do and things I can’t eat, she slides us a pamphlet and a long slip of paper with multiple photos of the white pulsing blob we just saw on the screen.
“Congratulations, Miss Green. We’ll see you in four weeks.”
And with that, she leaves.
The room is bathed in awkward silence, and I wish the heartbeat was still playing on the monitor. It gave me something to focus on. Instead, I’m starting to panic again. Sitting on the table in my paper gown, I close my eyes.
“Say something,” I mumble.
“Get dressed,” he replies, and I feel something soft touch my arm. When I open my eyes, he’s holding my clothes out to me. “I’ll be in the waiting room.”
As he moves toward the door, I try to focus on his task and his command. But before he leaves, he turns back toward me with one hand on the knob.
“You can do this, Miss Green. The road ahead might be tough, but I believe you’re tougher.”
The door clicks as he opens it and disappears into the hallway before it closes again.
There’s a gentle tug on the corner of my lips, and I swallow a smile of pride as I hop down from the table and start to get dressed.
Fourteen
