A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

12: Disgrace

Ana's POV

True to her words she reappears over half an hour later, sheets of paper in her arm, causing us to disentangle from our mini cuddle session.

"Here are your results," she speaks and directs it our way which Ike takes to glance at the inscriptions. "Everything is normal."

"Thank God," I exhale, not able to contain my grin.

"I told you it's going to be alright," he gleams, folding the papers to put in the envelope it's supposed to be in.

"You were right," Helena confirms. "Both her and the baby are doing good."

"I know, but I couldn't stop myself from worrying." I contest, getting up to smooth the dress I'm donning.

"It's normal, I was that way during all my pregnancies despite me being a doctor," she encourages.

"How many kids do you have?" I interrogate in curiosity.

"Three bundles of joy," she replies, happiness glinting in her black eyes as she says this.

"Same as my parents, I have two hard-headed brothers," I explain. "You are truly blessed."

"They drive me insane but I love them," she clarifies handing me a transparent cellophane bag that contains some medicines in different packages. "Those are your routine drugs, their directions for use are written on them too."

"Thanks again Helena," I gratify, receiving it from her as Ike remains silent, his hand protectively resting on my shoulder.

"You are welcome. Also before I forget, sex doesn't affect the baby as far as you feel comfortable with it," she advises, not knowing the feelings she just stirred as Ike tenses and I inhale sharply.

"Okay," I hush, my cheeks puffing in chagrin.

"Thanks for the info Helena," his deep voice rumbles, vibrating through me due to our proximity. "We'll take our leave."

"Alright. Be sure to return for frequent checkups," she recommends paving a path for us to stride to the door.

"I will," I call from the exit, the wood banging at our backs.

"You heard her," Ike smirks at me on our way down the steps. "Sex wouldn't affect the child."

"Don't get any ideas," I warn as we reach the car.

"The ideas are there already," he chuckles, opening the car door and I enter. "Time to get your ice cream."

"Strawberry flavor please," I grin, buckling my seatbelt while he turns to ride us to 'Sweeties', a fast-food restaurant in the city.

"Would you like to come down?" He invites as the vehicle stops.

"Nah, I'll be here," I answer sending him a smile.

"Okay, I'm coming." He conveys and departs, leaving me inside. Feeling bored, I turn on the radio, and Darkside by Benjackskon Troy comes on.

"So I left you for a few minutes and you are having fun without me?" His voice polls, pulling his car door to hand me the plate of strawberry ice cream.

"What, you expect me to wallow in silence?" I inquire in a laugh, peeling the cover of the dish to dive in.

"You are something else," he scoffs and switches the car into gear.

We move towards my home with him nodding to the beat of the songs on the radio and me enjoying my ice cream as I revel in the strawberry icy goodness on my lap.