The Millionaire's Baby

2- Big News

When I opened my eyes, I was blinded for a second by the bright lights of the office clinic. My assistant Anna, was standing silently in the far corner by the resting cot.

The doctor, Ms. Bailey, began to take my vitals and basically interrogated me about matters I found extremely personal.

"Let's cut to the chase Ms. Greene," she said, "When was the last time you've uh," she cleared her throat, "participated in intercourse? "

"You mean sexually?" I asked dumbly.

"Yes, what other kind?" was her dry reply.

What the official hell?

"Umm... I'm not understanding why that should concern you and my fainting." I defended.

Let's just note this is the first time I've met this woman. I never really had a reason to come here.

"Your sexual activities could have everything or nothing to do with your symptoms," she informed me in a matter of fact tone. "Tell me have you been experiencing fatigue, constant vomiting, or slight changes in your body in the past few months?"

"Yeah?"

Where was she going with this?

"So then you know where I'm going with this,"she said in a pointed tone that really pissed me off.

"No I don't know where your going. Could you just cut the previews and get to the good shìt? Please."

I know, I know, blunt much right? But I was getting really irritated by just sitting here having a pointless conversation with this turd.

She took a deep breath, and looked over exasperatedly at Anna and asked me the same question that had me pissed off in the first place. "Ms. Greene I'm sure you want to get this over with as much as I do, so I will ask you again," she said sounding more irritated than I, "When was the last time you had intercourse?"

This bítch.

"Two months, five days ago," I admitted in a small voice, not hiding the pissed-offedness.

"And have you been experiencing any of the symptoms I've listed earlier?"

"Yes."

Where was this leading to...?

"Okay, we're getting somewhere," the doctor said writing down something. "Which ones?"

As I thought about it, the puzzle pieces began to come together.

Oh hell...

"All of them."

"Excuse me? " the doctor said in shock.

I look her in the eye this time and said, "All of them."

She and Anna both looked at me incredulously, then looked at each other, and back at me. "With all of these symptoms, and you recently being sexually active, do you mean to tell me the possibility of you being pregnant never crossed your mind? "

I looked her in the eye and said, "No. It. Hadn't. "

At this point I was feeling slightly salty because I truly never even considered the possibility of me being preggers. That possibility scared me.

Shìtless.

"Well, right now I'd advise you to take a pregnancy test as soon as possible and stay away from work for a while, because if you are pregnant, then the workload and stress could be the cause of you fainting." She smiled.

When I got up to leave I just know I heard her say 'finally' and took a deep breath before I completely left the room.

The nerve... she needs to learn who's boss in this office... but today was not the day. Right now I need to be worried about my possible pregnancy.

"Anna?"

"Yes ma'am? "

"Could you make me an appointment for the....." I trailed off because someone decided it was the perfect moment to walk past. My assistant nodded in understanding.

Once they were gone I added "and cancel the rest of my business appointments for today."
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I was sitting in the obstetrician / gynecologist's office waiting for the official results.

The normal person would be freaking out at this point, but honestly, I was as cool as a penguin.

When the doctor finally confirmed what I already knew, I took it like a champ.

He gave me the prescriptions for the prenatal vitamins I would need and the normal list of foods I can and cannot eat during my pregnancy.

Later on that night, as I lay in bed thinking about the beginning of the rest of my life, there was a question that was on my mind.

'Should I tell him? '

I hadn't even seen him or interacted with him completely sober. I knew nothing about him except for his first name.

Alex.

'He deserves to know.' My subconscious expressed.

But what if he's a bum?

He's not a bum.

Okay, okay I just needed to stop over thinking this, I know I was sounding crazy at the moment, but I knew I was not the only one.

Anyway, tomorrow I decided I was going to take the day off.

I'm going to find my one night stand, and I will tell him about my situation. I'm not going to force him to be a father, it's his choice. I can do this... I can do this.

I recited to myself until I drifted off to sleep.

Tomorrow.