the various chances

chapter thirty

Lily

"Hello, Miss Pierce", Dr Turner says walking in the room. "Hello Dr Turner", I greet back.

"I am here for a post-operative checkup."

"Sure"

After she is done with checking my vitals, some questions and palpations I watch her scribble down things on her notepad. "Miss Pierce" -she says putting her notepad down on the table beside my bed. I gulp, "Yes?"

"Do you have any questions you would like answers from me?"

Pheww, fucking shit, why was the air so thick around here all of the sudden? I nod, gearing up to ask the question I've been dreading to ask her and have a confirmatory answer from here even though I knew the answer. "What happens to my fertility?"

I watch her let out a dejected sigh. I have asked her this same question before I was rolled inside the operation theatre. My brain had a fucked up way to work thinking that every time I'll ask her maybe there will be a time where she'll change her answer and I was hoping for the same.

My hope shatters when she speaks, "Your fertility rate or precisely speaking the chances of you conceiving drops to 50%."

It wasn't like I was planning to have kids in nearby future but there was a feminine part of me that shivers every single time I think about babies, kids etc. Hah, what was wrong with me? I knew I wasn't made to be the wife and mother material but hey at the end of the day I had ovaries or should I say an ovary in me, making me feminine. A small part of my heart wanted that, little humans who grow up into not so little ones yet the bliss was heavenly.

"Lily" "Lily" "Lily"

I shake my head once when I feel like Dr Turner's voice turned masculine, deep and a little too stern for my liking. Jeremy had his eyes on me, fixed on my face. I blink once and nod, "Yes?"

"You zoned out again. What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, maybe I had like a brain freeze or something" I say and look down to the papers I had been reviewing.

A quick recap to my last 2 weeks- my surgery was successful and some reasons unknown to universe Jeremy didn't let me breathe the air which he hadn't sniffed. He took me back to my place, thankfully because if I had to share his house with him then my lungs and the butterflies in my belly were going to have a hard time functioning.

Jeremy was constantly on tails of people around me; Emma almost had a stroke handling his overwhelming presence and visits to the apartment. He made sure to visit me every single evening of that 1 week I had been resting. No shit Sherlock, because he even got me peonies every alternate day and every time the colour of the flowers differed.

Fuck, my heart went weak at that gesture. Who knew Jeremy Langford had a side like this!

He ordered -cues the word- me to stay back for another week, took me to my 1 week re-visit himself. We had a nice argument about me being healthy enough to go back to work and I won because Dr Turner had agreed to me. She didn't need to know that the hot headed suited guy accompanying me to checkups and re-visits is my fucking Boss.

I started working last week and apparently Jeremy had something brewing up in his head so for the first day of that week he barged into my office before I could prepare his coffee or schedule or even look over to the shit ton of work pending for me. "You are going to work from my office. Grab your essentials and get in my cabin."

"Why would I do that" -I whine- "I like my space here."

He sighs, runs a hand on his face, "I am taking a wild guess that you have approximately 3 weeks of work up your head. Am I correct?"