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Next question: Is there a chance you could be pregnant?

That made me frown.

Um… was there?

I mean, maybe? Although, I seriously doubted it—I took my birth control like clockwork, I checked yes and continued filling out the questionnaire.

Ten minutes later, an older woman in scrubs appeared at the entrance and called out, “Ashley.”

I stood and balanced the clipboard while I gathered my purse then approached her with a smile.

“I’m Debbie, Dr. Barrow’s medical assistant. How are you today?” she asked as she led me to a station to take my vitals and get my weight.

“Nice to meet you. I’m good, how are you?”

We exchanged chitchat while she took my temperature, and pulse and respiration rates.

I stepped on the scale and was glad to see I’d gained two of the ten pounds I’d lost since November. Even I had to admit, it’d been too much.

When we got inside the exam room, she studied my paperwork for a minute and softly said, “Hmm.”

I expected her to elaborate, but instead she separated the Velcro on the blood pressure cuff and put it on my arm, then squeezed the pump that inflated it.

After a minute, the air hissed out, and she announced, “Ninety over seventy.”

“Oh. That’s a little lower than normal for me.”

She nodded as she reviewed my paperwork again.

“Since your last period was in November, and you indicated there’s a chance you might be pregnant, the doctor is going to want you to take a pregnancy test. Are you able to give me a urine sample right now?”

I mentally scanned my body to see if I could.

“I think so.”

“Great.”

While I was in the bathroom, I told myself I was glad to be doing this here, because now that the possibility was in my head, I’d fret about it until I got my period again.

I went back into the exam room and sat down. Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and a woman in a white coat walked in.

“Ashley? Hi, I’m Dr. Barrows. I have your pregnancy test results…”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Ashley

I think I was still in shock when I left the doctor’s office and drove straight to Tammy’s house without calling.

It wasn’t until I was knocking on her door that it dawned on me that she might not be home from work yet.

Fortunately, she answered the door and smiled brightly when she saw it was me.

“Hey! What a nice surprise! Come in!”

She moved so I could walk inside her little bungalow.

“What’s going on? Are you hungry?” she asked from behind as I made my way to the couch in her living room.

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