Page 39 of Bound For You
Al and Phoebe bring my attention to them as they come into the kitchen, and we all smile at them. They finally get their happily ever after. So, for now, I won’t confront our parents; we’ll do that in few days. Damian looks at me and reads my expression, and nods. A few days.
twenty
Avery
I’m leavingclass in a rush when I bump into someone. I nearly topple over, my bag falling to the ground. Before I can fall, two hands grab my shoulders. I look up and groan inwardly at the bright orange hair that’s all over the place.
“Sorry, Avs, I didn’t see you there.” I inwardly roll my eyes. This isn’t the first time in the past month that he’s ‘accidentally’ bumped into me. Since word has spread that I’m single and Sergi is no longer in the picture, thanks to Mel’s so-called friends—who spread it after overhearing a conversation between the two of us—this guy has decided we would make the perfect couple.
“Brent,” I say politely, and I remove his hands from me, which isn’t difficult; Brent is like a twig, and just slightly taller than my 5’4”. He’s also a pain in the butt.
I bend down, grabbing my bag, and say, “Sorry, but I can’t talk at the moment, I’m late for an appointment.” He smirks, thinking it’s an excuse. Shockingly, it isn’t an excuse today, but when I go to move around him, he grabs a hold of my arm. I tense, hating the feel of his hand on my arm; he reminds meof the boy from my second foster home, the Milsons. He was a nasty little weasel.
Before Brent can open his mouth, I say the only thing that I know will scare him off, I pat my belly, which has just started to show, and he furrows his brows. “My appointment is with my OB/GYN, you know, to make sure little bean is growing nicely.”
He drops his hand like I burned him, and I roll my lips together to stop the laughter from coming out.
He stutters, “W-well, c-congrats, I guess.” Then he turns and runs away like his butt’s on fire. I laugh. I shake my head and walk to my dad’s SUV—I really need to start calling itmine.
It takes me fifteen minutes, but I make it to the OB’s office with a few minutes to spare. I sign the forms they hand me, and sit down, waiting for them to call me.
I’m looking at all the posters on the wall when I hear a woman screech, “What do you mean I’m not pregnant?” My eyes widen when the woman in question is dragged out by security, and I realize who it is: Sergi’s little girlfriend. I look down, hoping she doesn’t notice me as she continues to shout, “I know I’m pregnant, I made sure I would get pregnant! Your tests are wrong.”
I swallow hard but keep my head down, and just as the guards pull her outside, I’m called in. I look quickly at the nasty woman, and I sigh in relief that she didn’t hear my name called. I push back the hurt that they’re trying for a baby, and get up and head back with the nurse. She takes my weight and height, then asks me to pee in a cup and leave it in the small sliding door where the cupboard is. I do as she asks, then she takes me to another room and asks me to take a seat on the small bed, where she takes my blood pressure, and then says my doctor will be in momentarily.
A couple of minutes later, a nice older lady with white hair in a bun, and kind blue eyes walks in. She shakes my hand. “HiAvery, I’m Doctor Monroe, shall we get started?” I smile and nod before she asks me to lie down. She feels around my belly, and gets me to sit up again as looks at my chart.
“Okay, your urine test came back positive for pregnancy, and looking at your HGB levels, they indicate your about 11-12 weeks along. Let’s have a look, shall we? If you could get undress from the waist down, and place this sheet over your legs, we’ll do a transvaginal ultrasound to get an accurate reading.”
She hands me the sheet and leaves the room to give me some privacy. I sigh, realizing he knocked me up during one of the nights he fucked me like I was his booty call, after he distanced himself from me. This baby wasn’t made from love. I shake my head. There were only two times he didn’t wear a condom, and both times I took the morning after pill. The first time was when he came to me after Phoebe was attacked, and the second was twelve weeks ago, when he showed up at my work. That means the baby was conceived in the goddamn bathroom. I wipe at my tears, and I quickly take my jeans and panties off, the get back on the small bed, placing the sheet over my lap. A few minutes later, Dr. Monroe comes back in, and asks me to scoot by butt a little further down, and lift my feet. I do as she asks.
“Okay, take a deep breath for me.” I do as she says, and she pushes the wand inside me. Its uncomfortable but not painful.
Suddenly, tears fall from my eyes when a ‘swoosh-swoosh’ sound fills the room. I turn my head and see my baby on the monitor. I see the head, the little arms and legs, and I see the little heart beating. My heart starts to beat faster…when I notice something else.
“Is that…?”
Smiling softly, she supplies, “Yes, that’s a second baby. Congratulations, Avery, you’re having twins.”
My breathing halts, twins? Crap.
She measures both babies.Bothbabies.Both babies! Maybe if I say it enough times, it’ll all turn into a joke. But…nope, not a joke.
“You are twelve weeks pregnant. Both babies are a good size, but I want to see you a little bit more than a normal pregnancy because you are carrying two.” I nod, and she presses some more buttons before she pulls the wand out. She prints pictures of thebabies, then she hands them to me. I sit up, looking at my babies, and tears fill my eyes again, my heart hurting. I need Sergi, but he threatened me, lied to me, and betrayed me.
I quickly wipe away the tears as the doctor says, “Congratulations, Avery. I’ll see you in three weeks, okay? Make the appointment with the receptionist. If you get dressed, you can leave when you’re ready. Take your time.” I nod and thank her, and she leaves me to sort myself out.
After I’ve made my next appointment, I sit in the SUV with tears running down my face. I take a deep breath…. I can do this; I don’t need him. I look at the time and see I need to get a move on for my second appointment today.
I get to the office where my appointment is, and I take a deep breath. I look at the sign above the door: Fosters Family Law. I enter the building. The receptionist looks up when she hears me enter, and pastes a fake smile on her face. I clear my throat. Mel said they were good, so I try not to get discouraged.
“Hi, my name’s Avery Taylor-Gibson, and I have a four o’clock appointment.”
She looks at her computer and presses a few buttons, then sighs. Getting up, she knocks on the brown door. I hear, “Enter,” and the woman walks in, says a few things, and then returns.
“You can go in.”
I give her a small smile. “Thank you,” I whisper, and her eyes soften. She gives me a real smile.