Page 3 of Married to the Boss

Chapter Three

I can seehim as I’m approaching the gynecologist’s office. He’s waiting for me outside. I have to stop and take a deep breath. He’s gorgeous, and I love him so much. It’s like a kick in the gut to see him there waiting for me. He looks like there’s nothing wrong in the world, when in my world everything is wrong. Everything apart from the baby inside me. I reach down and rub my growing stomach. I love him or her more than anything. I love Everett too and this is going to be so much torture for me.

When he sees me, he smiles. How can he do that? If I thought his mother broke my heart, then he’s ripped it open and smashed it into smithereens.

He walks toward me but I shake my head. I want to savor every moment before I have to talk to him. He tries to hug me when I get close enough, but I step to the side.

“Say,” he whispers. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Let’s get this over with. I don’t want to spend more time than I have with you, Everett.” I try and keep my voice even, despite the fact that it’s killing me inside.

I open the door myself and walk inside. After telling the receptionist that we are here, I sit in the waiting room. Of course, he sits next to me. But I don’t look at him; grabbing a magazine instead.

When we are called in he stands up first and offers his hand to help me up, but I ignore it. He smiles and moves to the side so that I can go ahead of him. As we walk into the radiology department, he whispers in my ear, “I told you before that you look great in purple.” Then he holds the seat out for me to sit down.

I gasp and hold my breath, my mind taking me back to the moment when he sent me a text in the club in Vegas all those months ago. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I think back to that night. Shaking my head, I need to concentrate on the baby and seeing him or her for the first time.

“Climb up on the bed there, Saylor. Pull your top up and your bottoms down just to your panty line. Now this is going to be cold.” The technician says.

I’m very aware that Everett is watching me and I feel shy that he’s seeing my stomach for the first time in weeks.

When she puts the gel on my stomach I flinch as it’s cold. Everett jumps up to hold my hand. “Did it hurt?” he asks, looking worried. I want to laugh, but I don’t want him to feel comfortable around me. I take my hand back and he sits back down.

“No, it’s cold.”

She runs the wand over my stomach, pushing down hard as she goes. There’s a black and white image on the screen that I can’t make out, but she points out the main organs, the legs, and finally we can see the head and face. Tears spring in my eyes, this is my child. Our child. Regardless of our relationship going forward, the baby is both of ours, we made it together.

I smile at him and see he has tears in his eyes. He looks at me and smiles back.

“Say, we made a baby,” he says in awe.

The technician laughs.

“Do you want to know if it’s a girl or a boy?” she asks me.

I look at Everett because it’s something we both need to decide on.

“I’d like to know,” he says, “but it’s up to you, Saylor.”

I nod. “I’d like to know too.”

The technician nods and then moves the wand around. “There we are!” she says and turns to us both with a smile on her face, “You are both having a baby girl.”

“Oh my God,” I say with tears in my eyes. A baby girl to love and cherish.

“Wow, a baby girl. Wow.” Everett is in shock. “I hope she is as gorgeous as you, Saylor. She’ll be beautiful.”

I don’t know what to say to him, I’m speechless.

The technician hands me some tissue and then tells me that she has printed some photos and she will have them ready at reception for me when I’ve cleaned myself up.

She leaves the room and I rub the tissue over the goo on my stomach. Everett leans over and takes the tissue out of my hand. He then wipes it up for me and throws the tissue away. He turns back to me and holds his hand out to help me off the bed.

“Have dinner with me, Say?” he asks. “We need to talk and I’d rather do it now than in another week or two.”

“I don’t know, Everett. You hurt me and I don’t know if I can get over it.”

“Please, we need to talk about the baby anyway, so why not now?”

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