The Good Life

Chapter 28

A week later, a million thoughts had passed through both Marla and Bruno’s heads. They had spoken on the phone each day. There was a deeper connection between the two of them then there usually was. They both knew those tests were right.

Marla had scheduled a doctor’s appointment for the middle of the month to get her blood checked and to get an annual check-up. Her doctor, Dr. Cindy, came in with a smile on her face.

“Mornin’ Marla.”

“Good Morning!” Marla responded.

Marla answered the mandatory questions. How many people have you slept with since your last visit: 2, Anything weird happen: yes; What?: She explained. How are you feeling: Good; Missed periods: Well it should have started yesterday… and the lady at the salon said I was pregnant and so did the tests. Dr. Cindy then had her nurse come in and draw the blood. The nurse made her idle chit-chat as she started drawing the blood.

“Do you think you’re pregnant?”

“I think so.”

“And what does dad think?”

“We’re both nervous wrecks.” Marla cringed at the site of the blood filling the vile.

She was ushered into a waiting room where they completed the blood test. Thank goodness the doctor was in a hospital where they could complete the test right then and there. she had friends that had to wait days to get blood work back. While sitting in the waiting room she flipped through a People Magazine and an US Weekly. She landed on a rumor page – including one with Bruno on it. Is this his new “special someone?” The headline read. Below the headline was a picture of her walking out to her car with her gym bag. “Oh….oh….oh no.” she said loudly.

A 6 month pregnant mother, just a seat over from her glanced at Marla and asked, “Is everything okay dear?”

“Umm…yes. Thank you.” Marla smiled.

“Damn. I’d leave my husband for Bruno Mars in a heartbeat.” the soon to be mother said to Marla. “That’s one lucky girl if US Weekly is right.

“I think he’s lucky.” Marla responded.

“Hmmm?” the mother inquired.

“Oh nothing.”

“Ms. Gonzales?” a nurse opened the door to usher her back into the room where she was waiting earlier.

She was greeted by more waiting. This time, there were no magazines to keep her busy. She pulled out her phone to check her text messages. Maybe there would be something would be waiting for her. Lindsay had texted her words of encouragement. But there wasn’t anything else there.

There was a quick knock on the door and then Dr. Cindy walked in.

“Well, Marla, I have news. And I’m not sure if it’s good or bad for you. The stylist…was most…”

“Most what?”

“Most right.”

“Oh my.” Marla mouthed. “It was….one night…I mean…I know…I know that’s all…but oh my…”

“I will see you in 6 weeks, Marla. Let me know if there are any troubles.” she said professionally.

Marla nodded her head, still in official shock. She scheduled her appointment, finished her day at work and went home. She looked at the hat, still sitting on the table next to her keys. She grabbed it, put it on her head, laid on the couch and fell asleep.