Part 14 (2/2)

”Its not really a gown.” Rachel tore the clear plastic wrap on the thin package she held. ”You should undress from the waist down and lay this on top of you.” She handed me the blue folded paper cloth, then flashed a smile and left the room, closing the door behind her.

My heart was fluttering in my chest like it could float away, making me dizzy. My shaky limbs fumbled as I took off my pants and underwear. I didnt want to do this. Dread pulled on me as I looked at the monitors. I wasnt ready to see anything, but I couldnt stop it. I just needed to get through this moment.

Sitting on the table, I kept my thoughts empty, staring straight ahead like I was in a trance. Until the door clicked open. I jumped at the sound, at the meaning. The doctor was here, and I had to face this.

”Its fortunate we had a cancelation. You usually have to make these appointments weeks in advance.” She moved to the machine and put on gloves, unwrapping tools that didnt look like they should be used on humans. She arranged these things on a tray at her side. ”Lie back for me.”

I did, staring at the ceiling as she lifted the sheet at my waist.

”This might be cold, I didnt get to warm the gel first, sorry.”

Something slid between my legs, filling me, and then the screen to my right lit up with waves of nothing.

She rotated the thing she held in me, the waves on the screen changing to dark and light spots. ”All right, now were getting somewhere.” She s.h.i.+fted again. ”See that little bean like thing on the screen? Thats a baby.”

My heart stopped. I couldnt pull my eyes away from the screen, although a part of me was screaming not to look. I could see it. I think.

”And its got a nice strong heartbeat.” She moved her free hand to the screen, pointing to the light that flickered fast and constant. ”Right there. Amazing, right?” She sounded in awe, even if she saw these things everyday.

Tears were building behind my eyes, my heart cracking and crumbling. This should be amazing. It was amazing. This baby didnt deserve to be inside me, it deserved someone better. Someone who would put it at the center of every decision.

”Everything looks healthy. Youre measuring at eight weeks, two days.”

My breath stopped. ”Eight weeks.”

”Yes, let me print this for you and then well figure out that due date.” She clicked a b.u.t.ton and the whir of the printer started. Then she pulled the long wand from me and handed me a wipe. ”Go ahead, clean up and get dressed. Ill be right back in to talk.” She stood, reaching to the printer behind her. ”Oh and here you go. Congratulations, your first picture.” She smiled, oblivious to, or ignoring, my panic.

I sat in the car out back of the club, trying to build the courage to go in. I gripped the thin photo in my hand, trying to keep firm on my decision. This baby, because it was a baby, with a heartbeat-It was my baby-deserved to be put first.

The epiphany came the moment the doctor left and I stared at the photo. I had been selfish in my thoughts, only caring about what I had with Gage, how our life would change. But there was a life growing in me that needed someone to put it first. It had to be me; I didnt trust anyone else to do it. And this was one of those times that defined a person. I needed to be strong and make good choices for this baby that couldnt protect itself. June would be here before I knew it. I needed to start now.

The picture was burning a hole in my pocket as I walked into the club. I had to let Gage know.

A few cleaners moved around the main room, one mopping floors, the other wiping down tables, another buffing the poles.

”Hi Regan,” A bubbly voice called from the bar, one of the girls lining up bottles and restocking needed items. ”We need more oranges, the last batch have gone moldy.” She held up a net bag filled with the orange fruit.

”All right.” I nodded, not wasting time to pause and talk as I made my way to Gages office.

His door opened and he slid out, eyes widening for a split second when they landed on me. His smile was quick to follow as he pulled the door shut behind him. ”I thought I was going to meet you later? Youre supposed to be at home.”

He must have seen something in my face because his smile dropped as he approached me, and he brushed my arm. ”Did you just leave the doctors? Is everything okay?”

I couldnt suck in breath to speak the words I needed to say, but I nodded, looking around the room. ”We need to talk.”

His brows slammed down and he gripped my arm. ”Whats wrong?”

I pulled from his hold, escaping to his office before the tears started. I didnt want others to see me cry.

”Wait,” He called to me, his hand re-gripping my arm just as I opened the door.

I almost folded over as Cherry and Ians head popped up from leaning over the coffee table. The white powder lines in front of them burned into my vision, but Cherrys smile sparked anger.

Gage pulled me back to look at him. ”I didnt-”

I spun, charging back in the office. ”Get the h.e.l.l out,” I directed to the two on the couch, pointing my finger out the door.

Ian popped up, folding the case he had the drugs laid on.

Cherry sat back, wiping her nose with a giggle. ”Give me a minute.” She fluffed her hair, pulling the long strands over one shoulder and then wiping her fingers under her eyes.

I stepped to her, jaw clenched. ”Get. Out. Now.”

Ian stepped in between and Gages arm slipped around my waist, pulling me back.

”Listen to her. Leave.” Gage spoke from behind me.

She stood with a strange, tight smile on her red lips. ”Fine.” She walked around the three of us, eyeing me with a laugh as she pa.s.sed. ”So touchy. Ive got to go check on things anyways.”

Ian followed her, pulling her from the door and shutting it as she turned back in to add. ”Have fun, Gage.”

Her cackle could be heard from the other side as Ian said something about her being crazy.

I stood in the middle of the office, looking from him to the now empty coffee table, about to erupt.

”Let me explain.”

I shoved his chest as he got close to me. ”Explain what? That quittings so f.u.c.king hard? That youre trying? That youll do better next time?”

His hands were quick to grab me again, gripping each of my shoulders. ”I didnt use.”

I struggled in his arms, not caring what he said.

”Listen to me,” his voice was loud and sharp, breaking through my anger with a jerk of my body. ”Look at me,” he said softer, and I met his eyes. ”I didnt use. I didnt. I left them here to do that on their own. You saw that. I was leaving when you got here.”

I looked him over. He looked clear-eyed and focused, professional in his dark slacks and b.u.t.ton up.

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