The Wrong Guy

Chapter Seventeen

The doctor's office was bright. Not painted bright but the lights. Magazines on pregnancy and motherhood laid out on the tables. There were pamphlets on what to do and not to do during pregnancy. When my name was called Hanna and I both got up. I needed her support, so I insisted she come in the room with me.
I was taken into a room where I was asked to remove my pants and underwear and put on a gown. I did that then laid on the table behind me. It kind of scared me a bit. Just then the door opened and in walked in a pretty brunette.
"Jenna; hello, I'm Doctor Morgan". She said to me then looked at Hanna
"Hi. That's my friend Hanna".
"Hello Hanna. Are you her support team"? She asked with a light chuckle.
We all smiled. "Jenna, when was your last period"?
I had to think about it for a minute. "May third. And they are regular periods".
"And when did you have unprotected intercourse"? She asked.
I felt embarrassed. "May fifteenth"
Doctor Morgan walked over to me and told me to lay back and put my feet in the stirrups. I did just as she instructed. "Now relax, this may feel a little uncomfortable", she said putting a gel on her gloved hand. I relaxed myself and she slid her fingers inside of me to examine me. I breathed slowly. Finally, she was done and said I could sit up.
"So, it feels like your about four weeks along. Let calculate the due date".
I got up and put my clothes back on and sat at her desk.
Doctor Morgan tool out her due date calculator and determined my due date. "February Thirteenth".
Hanna and I glanced at each other. Of all the times, around Valentine's Day.
I am handed Doctor Morgan and made my next appointment, then Hanna and I left.

Hanna and I sat in the deli waiting for our food talking about my how my appointment went.
"So around Valentine's Day. Isn't that cute". Hanna joked.
I rolled my eyes. "Lovely".
"Are you sure want to do this Jenna"?
"Meaning"? I asked
"Keeping it. It's not like you two are together".
I was shocked to hear my best friend ask me that. "Abortion is not an option. I can't do that"!
"I'm sorry. I just want what's best for you. I didn't mean it like that".
I could tell Hanna was truly sorry. Our food came and we ate while chatting.
During our meal the hairs on the back of my next stood up. I hate feelings like this. I looked towards the window and there he was, Mark. He was standing outside stating at me, with this shit eating grin on his face. Then he walked away. That was odd. First time he didn't approach me. Why the change of heart? And if he knew I was at the deli, did he know about the doctor? I sure hope not. I don't want him to know. This is not his child. It will never be his child. I won't allow it. When we got home I called Zane and told him what the doctor had said. In a way, it felt like this was more his kid than Mark's. He was welcoming this child as his. Zane and I discussed our future together. We both agreed to get back together the other day. I love him and he loves me. When he can, we talked about looking for a house of our own. Hanna is happy for us and is encouraging us to keep it strong.
As I was hanging up, we heard a knock at the door. We looked at each other and slowly made our way to the door. Looking through the peephole, we see a delivery guy. I opened the door. "Jenna Wilson"? He looked at Hanna than me.
"I'm Jenna", I said.
He held out a clipboard, "Sign here".
I signed and took the box then thanked him and shut the door. I laid the box on the kitchen counter and cut the ribbon with scissors. Opening the box, I was greeted by so many white lilies and baby breath. The arrangement was beautiful. I thought of Zane. This was sweet. I smiled.
Hanna reached over and took the small envelope out. "Aww here's a card". I grinned and took the envelope and slid out the card. The smile quickly faded from my face. "Jenna"?
"Not Zane". I handed Hanna the card.
He eyes grew wide reading:
FOR THE BEAUTIFUL MOTHER OF MY CHILD. LOVE MARK.
"How does he know Jenna"? I sat down so I wouldn't fall.
"He followed us. I saw him outside the deli. He must have been following us all day".
"Great, so now he knows. Do you honestly think he won't fight this"?
"Hanna there is no way in hell a court would allow this psycho near my child"! I sternly said. "I would never allow him either".
I have to talk to Rick about the security at this building. Anyone can walk in. We need a locked door. Then I will feel safer. I dialed Rick's number to ask him about that. He said he would consider it. It may take time due to the fact that everyone would need an intercom system in their own apartment. So here I am, a sitting target. Even though Rick has a picture of Mark up in his office. He would never let him get by. But what if he came in the middle of the night? Yes, he's that crazy I believe.