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Chapter 4

Chapter four...... Draw A Breath Already

The next morning at precisely 9:00 my buzzer went off. I had a sinking feeling who it was at the doors but he never said word one about picking me up in his text last night. In fact it only said ....your appointment is at 10:30 at The Abby Centre with Dr Mullen. Grabbing my bag and keys I headed downstairs wishing today was over with. When I came threw the lobby doors Will just looked at me and got back into his car.

I was barley in the seat and he was already putting the car in gear. There was no doubt how my morning was going to go. The silence in the car was deafening and I was relieved when 40 minutes later we pulled up at the doctors. Without so much as a word Will got out of the car and stood impatiently waiting for me. As soon as I got out he pushed the lock button on his key chain, the car beeped and he started walking towards the large oval doors. I stood there pissed off for a moment. I mean I was a human being after all and the least he could do was acknowledge my presence. As I watched him walk threw the doors without looking back I knew there wasn't much hope of that. What a straight oup asshole. It was defiantly not his sparkling personality I was attracted to that night.

The difference between private and public health care was obviously apparent as soon as I walked into the Abby Centre. The floor was all inlayed hardwood and not worn out carpet and tile. It smelled of roses not antiseptic. Playing threw hidden speakers was what I believed to be Mozart. Instead of your typical uncomfortable waiting room chairs there were plush leather chairs. The pictures that adorned the walls were all done by famous local artist rather than common Wall Mart prints. Glancing at the table all of the magazines were the current month issue. The receptionist took my information and then proceeded to ask me if I would enjoy a beverage. Will ordered himself a coffee and a water for me which she promptly brought to us in the waiting area. Just as a waitress would she asked if she could get us anything else. Looking at the side of my chair I realized there was a head set attached so you could hear the tv,s but didn't disturb anyone else. Considering Will was going to continue to ignore me I put head set in and watched the morning news. It was sure hard to believe this was a medical clinic. It was damn near nicer than my home. It was amazing what money could buy.

Thirty minutes later I found myself laying on a bed while a nurse spread brown goop on my admin and the doctor held a long thick needle. "This shouldn't hurt but is going to cause discomfort. I'm going to inject the needle and withdrawal a small amount of amniotic fluid. I think not only should we check for DNA comparison but we should run a series of tests checking the health and development of the baby considering your age. It will require no more fluid than I am already taking."

With a nod from Will the doctor began and was finished a few minutes later. As he carefully labeled the samples I asked a few questions. "I was wondering how long the tests take and how accurate they are?"

"This test is accurate to the fault. It takes 3 days for the results but it will tell exactly how many of Will's genetic markers appear in the amniotic fluid if any and what the percentage of fatherhood is." The doctor was a damn sight friendlier than Will who just glowered at me from the corner.

When the appointment was finished Will ushered me straight out of the building and drove me straight to work. I briefly wondered how he knew where I lived or worked. Rather than ask I just assumed Vanessa had told Mac. The entire morning he didn't say a single word to me and he didn't change that fact as he drove away either. I was just left standing at the curb. Either way weather he was bearing down on me like at the advisory clinic or ignoring me he was highly intimidating and made me feel two inches tall. The fear of what would happen in 3 days and the next 6 1/2 months was weighing on me like a ton of bricks.

It wasn't until two days later a thought had occurred to me. I was going to have to explain this not only to my girls but my parents as well. Perhaps I should tuck tale and run. Just pack what I needed and move back home. That would mean I would be closer to my ex husband but I would be farther away from Will. Besides what would be the odds of him fallowing me to Canada. The more I thought about it the better it sounded. I called the airline and found cheep seats that would leave a few hours after work. I wouldn't be able to tell Rory and Vanessa right away cause I knew Will would go after them for answers. Taking the cheep seats as a sign that it was meant to be I booked the seats. I called the girls and told them to pack for a surprise visit to gramma and grandpas house. I actually felt relief and was confident in my plan would work. Iwas going to be nobodies bitch.