His Little Wife

Chapter 38

'Lucian, I can dress myself. You're doing it wrong.' I laugh as he tries to put my head through an arm hole of my top.

'Well, I prefer to take clothes off. Putting them on isn't my forte.' He chuckles.

'Obviously.' I reply, pulling the top from his hand.

Instantly I regret it, hurting my finger as I pull at the fabric, dropping my hold on it.

'Shit. Are you ok?' He fusses.

'Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.' I lie, feeling like my finger was about ready to drop off my hand. I snigger at the thought because that's what almost happened.

'Let me help. I need to get the practise in.' He says, making my heart jump into my throat.

The doctor still hadn't given me the results to my test yet, but I was still super paranoid about him telling Lucian, considering Lucian is the one paying him.

'Because you'll need my help until you're better...' he adds.

I quickly close my mouth and try to remove the horrified look from my face before Lucian starts to suspect I was keeping something from him.

'If your finger hurts that much I can ask the doctor for more painful killers?' He offers, reading my facial expression as pain.

'No, I'm okay.' I tell him, wanting him to keep him away from the doctor as much as possible. 'I er... just need to remember to stop using my left hand so much.' I offer him a reassuring smile.

'Well, if you change your mind I can go talk to him.'

'Thanks.'

'Ready to go?'

'Er...' I start to say, trying to think of an excuse to speak to the doctor alone.

So far Lucian had stuck to his word and hadn't left my side. It was sweet, but quite annoying when I so desperately wanted to find out was happening inside my body.

'I... I just want to see my dad one more time before we leave.' I blurt out, remembering the one and only time Lucian had left my side.

After he insisted on pushing me in the wheelchair, despite the fact my only major injury I suffered was to my hand, we reach the room my father was in.

'Hi dad.' I say as we enter the room. 'Oh, sorry. I didn't realise there was anyone else in here.' I say looking at the nurse stood at his bedside.

'It's fine, I'm almost done here.' The nurse says, scribbling something onto a clipboard.

'Anna, I'm just gunna get James to pull the car around and get your stuff ready.' Lucian tells me, kissing my head and leaving.

Thank god.

When I was sure Lucian was gone I turn to the nurse.

'Would it be possible to speak with Doctor. Petal?'

'It says here that Doctor. Khan is Mr. Venturas doctor?' She says, looking to my father.

'I... it's for me. I need to speak with him.' I tell her.

She gives me a quizzical look like she's trying to decide if she should bother one of the doctors, but  with the desperation I wear on my face she caves.

'I'll go find him, Mrs Perez.' She says as she leaves the room, leaving me with my father.

'You okay?' My dad asks.

'I guess we'll find out in a minute I tell him.' Keeping my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for my doctor to come.

'I'm sure everything will be ok hun.' He tells me, but it falls on deaf ears as I wait for the door to open.

I almost jump in my seat as the handle rattles and my doctor walks in, smiling at me.

'Anna.' He beams. 'I was beginning to think you'd leave before I got the chance to tell you.'

I scoot forward in my chair, literally sitting in the edge as I wait for him to put me out of my misery. The smile on his face does nothing to calm my nerves. In fact it had the opposite effect as I anticipate what he's about to say.

'Congratulations.' He starts, obviously not noticing the fear in my eyes. 'Looks like you're about 3 weeks so still early.'

'You're... you're sure?'

'Ran the test myself.' He smiles.

I slump back into the chair, looking at the linoleum floor.

'I'm sorry, I thought this was something you wanted?' The doctor asked, but I was too stuck in my own world to even respond.

'Anna?' My dad calls from the bed.

For a moment I'd forgot he was in the room.

'Dad?' I turn to face him. 'What do I do?'

'I can't answer that for you. That's something you need to decide for yourself.' He tells me with my a sympathetic look.

'Ready?' Lucian asks, walking back into the room, noticing the tense atmosphere. 'What's wrong.' He asks.

'Oh... er nothing.' I lie, turning to give him the best fake smile I could muster. 'I'm ready to leave.' I tell him, shooting the doctor a look to keep the news to himself.

I say my goodbyes to dad before Lucian wheels me from the room and down the hall.

'What was that about?' He asks.

'What?' I pretend not to know what he was talking about.

'Hhmm.' He hums, not buying my lie, but he drops it as we get to the car ready to go home.