Page 51 of Trained By Her Daddy

Chapter 19

With our hands clasped together, John and I briskly walked into the main entrance of Ascension Seton Medical Center and headed toward the bank of elevators.

“Do you think Dr. Goldstein will allow you into the exam room with me?”

After entering the elevator, John pressed the third-floor button and our eyes darted upward as we watched the heavy door close. “Besides the fact I’m the father of your baby, Rick Goldstein is an old friend of mine. So, I think there’s a good possibility he’ll be okay with it.”

“This is unbelievable. Are you friends with everyone in this town?”

His eyes were glued to the floor numbers, as they progressively lit up over the doors. “No, not everyone. Just the important people,” he teased. “But right now, you need to have a thorough exam, so we’re sure the IUD didn’t do any harm. By the way, when was your last pelvic examination from a gynecologist?”

“I guess my first and only time was five years ago, when the doctor inserted the IUD.”

“You haven’t had it checked in the last five years?”

Thank God the elevator doors opened wide and our conversation was over for the time being, but unfortunately, I knew we’d be revisiting the subject. After we exited the elevator and made a left-hand turn, John examined the gold nameplate sign and then opened the heavy glass door for me to enter.

“Jesus, I really don’t want to do this,” I huffed, walking past him.

“I’m guessing that’s why you haven’t seen a gynecologist in the last five years, but today—you’ll behave yourself and cooperate, young lady,” he said in an undertone, closing the door behind us.

We were greeted by a young woman sitting on the other side of a glass sliding window, and then she pointed across the room to an electronic kiosk. “Please check in and make sure all the information in our computer is correct. Dr. Goldstein is running on schedule, so he should be seeing you in the next few minutes.”

Once I’d signed in, the receptionist motioned for me to come to the thick-paned window and John joined me there to speak with her. “If it’s okay with the doctor, I’d like sit in on Lori’s exam.

“Are you her father?” the attractive woman innocently asked as she handed me a clipboard and form to fill out with more information.

“No, I’m her fiancé.”

“When Dr. Goldstein steps out of his office, I’ll ask him. Oh, wait. He’s headed this way, so you can ask him yourself.”

“John, it’s been too long since we’ve seen each other,” Dr. Goldstein said emphatically as he approached the reception window.

“This is my fiancée, Lori—and she’s here for an exam.”

Dr. Goldstein’s eyes immediately met mine. “Ahh, yes. I remember the conversation we had on the phone.”

“Is it okay if I accompany her into the examination room? I’d like to hear about her health first-hand.”

“I think that would be perfectly fine—sometimes it’s good to have a second set of ears. When Lori has completed all the additional paperwork, the nurse will direct you where to go.”

After taking my pulse and blood pressure, Dr. Goldstein’s assistant handed me a professionally pressed section of light blue fabric. “The gown should remain open in the front, and here’s something to drape over your lap.” Casually, she placed the folded fabric along with what appeared to be a large paper napkin next to me on the examining table, then she nodded to John and exited the room, closing the door behind her.

“I can’t believe you haven’t had a gynecological exam in five years,” John muttered under his breath as he watched me slide my panties to the floor.

“It didn’t seem like I needed one,” I casually stated, placing my folded clothes on the vinyl covered office chair before donning the threadbare gown.

“Well, from now on, I’m going to make sure you don’t miss any of your annual appointments.”

It wasn’t easy to sit in the short, flimsy material, but I did my best before glaring at the metal stirrups that extended from the end of the examining table. “Wearing a thin hospital gown while my legs are in a spread-eagle position as I wait for my most intimate parts to be examined with a tool that looks like a medieval torture device—will be something I’ll certainly look forward to every year,” I retorted while unfolding the yards of paper to drape over my thighs.

“There’s a good reason that women have a pelvic exam every year.”

“I’m sure there is…” My sentence was cut short when someone tapped on the door, and then a man in a white lab coat entered the room.

“It’s nice to meet you, Lori. I’m Dr. Goldstein.” The handsome older man with cropped silver hair shook my hand and then took a seat on a short, padded stool opposite the chair where my new Daddy sat. “I don’t mind if John stays as long as it’s okay with you. As I’m sure you’re aware, we have strict privacy rules these days,” he said, rolling his seat over to the computer.

“Of course, he can stay. In fact, I was hoping he could hold my hand during the exam.” Dr. Goldstein probably figured the hand holding term was a metaphor—but I wasn’t kidding. “So, when did you get to know one another?” I inquired casually, crossing one ankle over the other.

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