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She nods and goes into doctor mode. “It says here conception was mid-August.”
“Yes,” I shake my head and force myself to pull it together.
“Could it have been later?”
I chew my bottom lip, wishing things were different but knowing they’re not. “No. I haven’t had sex since then.”
“Okay.” She enters something on her screen. “And how have you been feeling?”
“I guess I’ve been fine for the most part. A little nauseous but nothing major. I threw up a few times around Thanksgiving, but I thought morning sickness happened when you first got pregnant. Not later on.” I’ve tried doing the whole Google search, but all I managed to do was order a few books that make me cry every time I pick them up. “Why wouldn’t it start until I was almost three months pregnant?”
“We’re going to talk about that time frame in a few minutes.” She nods and adds another note to her screen. “And your period?”
“My periods have never been regular. I have irregular periods. Wren put me on the pill for it a few years ago, but the hormones made me crazy, and it wasn’t like I was having sex, so I went off it. I mean I’ve used condoms. Not that they worked, apparently.” I force myself to shut up for a hot second and gather some sense of composure. “Maybe I should have made the appointment with Wren.”
Kenzie rolls her little ass over and squeezes my hand. “I’m happy to ask her to come in, if that’s what you want. But Caitlin, I don’t want you to feel embarrassed talking to me. My only concern is keeping you healthy and delivering a healthy baby. You could tell me anything, and I’d bet you I’d heard it before. And I can’t utter a word of it outside of this room.”
“Well, that’s good because my father doesn’t know yet.”
“Oh,” she says a little less sure as she scrolls further down her little checklist. “It looks like you left the father’s information blank.”
“Do I have to have that?” I ask as my teeth chatter, unsure if it’s from the cold or the nerves.
“No. It just helps give us a more well-rounded medical history.”
“And you can’t repeat anything I tell you, right?” Fuck. I sound like a child scared she’s about to get in trouble.
Kenzie looks at Bellamy, then me. “No. I’m the only person in this room who can’t say a word, according to HIPAA.”
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.
I forgot about how close Callen and she are. Or that she’s engaged to Nixon Sinclair. Maybe I didn’t think this through. I should have gone to a damn clinic where no one knew me. And I would have if Kenzie’s office wasn’t around the corner from Everly Wilder Designs. Getting in here without Jude noticing wasn’t the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
“It’s Callen,” I blurt out and wait for the fallout. But she doesn’t move a muscle. “I haven’t told him yet. I wanted to see you first. But I’m going to. I swear.”
She nods and lays the tablet on the counter. “Okay. Well, once he’s aware I’d ask you to have him fill in his part of the intake form. But let’s not worry about that now. How about you lie back and relax.”
“Pretty sure that’s what got me into this mess,” I murmur, and Bellamy chokes on her laugh.
“What is wrong with you?”
I look at my best friend. “Everything.”
My head is threatening to explode like an atom bomb as Bellamy and I walk out of Kenzie’s office, trying to wrap my head around everything. “Seriously? Is this new math? Can you explain to me how I’m seventeen weeks pregnant? Because it doesn’t make sense to me, at all.”
She links her arm through mine. “Wait... do you actually want me to answer you? Because I’m going to say the same thing Kenzie did.”
I hold up the string of three ultrasound pictures Kenzie printed out for me of my little pomegranate. “Seriously... the size of a pomegranate? Not even a cute fruit? It’s shaped more like a bean to me.”
“Healthy, Cait. Your baby is healthy. You’re healthy. And you get to find out the sex at your next appointment. It’s okay to smile.”
The last time I was happy, I got my heart broken.
I’m scared to death to leave myself open to that again.
But if anything was ever going to be worth it, I guess my little pomegranate would be that thing. I smile and carefully put the sonogram in my purse.
“Pomegranate Beneventi would be an awful name, right?” I turn back to ask Bellamy—right before she screams.
