Married At Nineteen

Chapter Twenty-nine

      Dedicated to SarahFrancis7
I love her so much. I want you all to tell her that.

"I don't think Chris is your boyfriend"

That idiot, his words kept on ringing in my ears for a long time until now. Initially I thought he knew of my secret but not until he made the second sentence.

{Flashback}

"Of course Chris isn't my boyfriend, didn't I tell you that a hundred time" I tried covering up the truth, my heart pounding loudly.

"He's your fiance, that'll be ridiculous considering how tiny you are" He scrunched his nose.

I bursted out laughing. This is the first time he has said something stupid. Or maybe it's a relieve that he doesn't know the truth or maybe it's the effect of being called tiny.

{End of flashback}

I sighed recalling him call me tiny. Why am I still affected by it? I promised myself long ago not to let this bother me again but here I am letting it get to me. Blake always find a way to spoil my mood and he has succeeded at it again.

After I laughed he didn't smirk as usual, he just frowned which brought an awkwardly dead silence between us. I can't figure out Chris and now Blake. Are guys always this confusing?

I asked about his sudden mood shift but he just smiled a grimacing one and told me to forget it. Then we parted ways since we went to different hospitals.

"Ms Eddy O'Neill" A deep voice roared throughout the waiting room, causing me to snap out of my thoughts.

"Please who is Eddy O'Neill? You're next" I stood up on hearing my name, putting on the strap of my purse on my shoulder. My eyes aligned with the second caller. It was a woman who looked like a patient as well, as she held a small sleeping baby girl in her arms and was standing close to the door.

"Thank you" I said as I walked past her.

"You're welcome" I heard her reply.

Pushing the door open, I walked into the cool office. My skin immediately adjusted to the crispy air of the room that sapped my skin dry.

Behind the black table was a dark young man, quite older than my 31 year old uncle. His eyes accompanied a pair of huge glasses which I don't think is medicated. But it is, I guess. A stethoscope hung over his shoulder but as soon as I got in, he took it off, placing it on the table with less precaution.

Funny thing about most of them is that they don't even raise their head to see who comes inside, all they do is call names and work with their paper. And that is the exact case with this one.

Using that to my advantage, I quietly walked to the table and took a sit on the opposite side.

"Good morning, Doctor" I greeted. Most of them like them being addressed as that and that is a good start for the rude ones.

"Morning" He still didn't look this way. I wonder what he is doing with those? My eyes roamed about the office and landed again on the file he was writing something on.

I used that chance to take a good look at him. Student doctors are more cuter but he's on the okay level. Instead of a completely leveled hair, he kept it a short length Afro. That's old fashioned. But it completely suits him, the hair isn't really big anyway. His features are quite soft but a little unwelcoming due to his Afro. I watched as he blinked his eyes while looking at the file content, flipping through it confusedly. I can't really tell if his face is round or not because he's bent.