FIFTY SHADES OF JEON || BOOK 2 JIKOOK ✅ (18*)

65.

JIMIN POV

I gape at Dr. Greene, my
world collapsing around me.

A baby.

A baby.

I don't want a baby . . . not yet.

Fuck.

And I know deep down that Jungkook is going to freak.

"Mr Jeon, you're very pale."

"Would you like a glass of water?"

"Please."

My voice is a barely audible.

My mind is racing.

Pregnant? When?

"I take it you're surprised."

I nod mutely at the good
doctor as she hands me a glass of water from her conveniently placed water cooler.

I take a welcome sip.

"Shocked." I whisper.

"We could do an ultrasound
to see how advanced the pregnancy is."

"Judging by your reaction, I suspect you're just a couple of weeks or so from concep-tion—four or five weeks pregnant."

"I take it you haven't been suffering any other symptoms?"

I shake my head mutely.

Symptoms?

I don't think so.

"I thought this was a reliable form of contraceptive."

Dr. Greene arches a brow.

"It normally is, when you remember to have the
shot." she says coolly.

"I must have lost track of
time."

Jungkook is going to freak.

I know it.

"Let's do an ultrasound
shall we? I have time."

I nod, bewildered and Dr.
Greene directs me toward a
black leather exam table behind a screen.

"If you'll just slip off your skirt, underwear and cover yourself with the blanket on the table, we'll go from there." she says briskly.

Underwear? I was expecting an ultrasound scan over my belly.

Why do I need to remove my panties?

I shrug then quickly do as
she says and lie down beneath the soft white blanket.

"That's good." Dr. Greene appears at the end of the
table, pulling the ultrasound machine closer.

It's a hi-tech stack of
computers.

Sitting down, she positions the screen so that we can both see
it and jogs the trackball on the keyboard.

The screen pings into life.

"Mr Jeon, if you could relax."

Relax?

I'm pregnant, damn it!

How do you expect me to relax?

I blush and endeavor to find my happy place . . . which has relocated somewhere near
the lost Island of Atlantis.

"There." she murmurs.

She presses a button, freezing the picture on the screen
and points to a tiny blip in the sepia storm.