Page 132 of Tell Me Something

I nodded and looked toward Josh, who was standing by the window. Will was seated in a chair.

“Have you felt a loss of appetite lately?”

“Yes, I’ve been nauseous.”

“For how long?”

“About six weeks,” I revealed reluctantly.

“What do you think you weighed back then?”

“I, uh—”

“She was one hundred-thirty pounds,” Will offered. Why did he have to remember that from the Cosmo shoot?

“You’re one hundred-eighteen pounds now,” Dr. Butler provided.

I heard Josh curse.

“We ran some tests and should have some preliminary results in shortly. In the meantime, you’re dehydrated. The nurse will start an IV and that should get you feeling better.”

I winced at Josh’s angry look and kept my eyes down. The nurse came back, started the IV, and then left us in quiet.

My heart broke at the sight of Josh. I tried out several conversation starters in my head but in the end chose to remain silent. At least Will scooted over and gave me a kind smile.

The doctor came back in fifteen minutes later with a sympathetic look. “Ms. Holloway, I have some things to discuss with you of a personal nature.” His eyes flicked toward both men as if asking me to choose whether to let them stay or go.

“I’m staying,” Josh declared, looking at me.

Will took my hand and leaned down to whisper, “Don’t be mad that I contacted him. He loves you.” He stood up and kissed me on the forehead. “I’ll leave you two. You call me later tonight, yeah?”

I nodded and gave him a small smile. Once he left, I turned my attention back to the doctor.

Dr. Butler glanced toward Josh. “You sure you want to discuss this with him here?” Evidently the good doctor wasn’t sold on his insistence without my approval.

I met Josh’s eyes and knew that no matter what they had to tell me, I needed him to hear it, too. “Yes, doctor. Do I have cancer?”

He looked immediately confused. “No, you’re pregnant, Haylee.”

He’d knocked the breath out of me. “That’s impossible,” I whispered, glancing at Josh.

His face was pale and his eyes angry. “Obviously you chose the wrong man to stay. I’ll let you call Will back in to give him the good news.” He left abruptly without another look.

I blushed and could only stammer. “He, um, had a vasectomy years ago.”

“Any other partners?” Dr. Butler asked kindly.

Clearly, Josh thought so. “No, none.”

“Well, then I would conclude the vasectomy wasn’t successful. Did he get tested afterwards?”

“I don’t know. I mean, it was years ago, before we met.”

“From the HCG count, I would put you about six or seven weeks, but you should make an appointment with an OBGYN. Do you need a recommendation?”

I couldn’t think; I could hardly breathe. How in the hell could I be pregnant? I’d been barely hanging by a thread the last six weeks, and yet I had a tiny life growing inside of me. “I, um, live in New Haven, so I can find someone up there, I guess.” I thought back over the last few weeks. “Doctor, I took some sleeping pills. They’re prescribed, but I didn’t know…”

He nodded. “How many? Did you take them nightly?”