Page 10 of Die For Me

“Is it?” I asked nervously, tears forming in my eyes.

Jack flashed his dimples at me. “Yes, Hana. You’re going to be a wonderful mother.” He gazed at me lovingly.

How was he so confident?

“I know this because you’re caring, loving, and nurturing. You take care of me, even when I’m at my worst,” he went on, putting his hand to my cheek.

I started to cry. “I love you, Jack,” I said through hiccuped breaths.

Jack’s face turned somber before he held me in his arms, letting me cry and shake as I held onto his waist.

Someone cleared their throat. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” a woman’s voice said behind Jack.

Jack and I both looked over at the doctor, a middle-aged woman with kind brown eyes and graying hair, as she smiled at us.

“Sorry.” I laughed, letting go of Jack and quickly wiping the tears from my eyes.

She chuckled. “No need to apologize. You’re not the first woman to cry in these offices,” she said lightly.

I smiled and wrapped my arm around Jack’s waist; he started rubbing circles on my back.

“Nice to meet you, Hana. I’m Dr. Levin. And you are?” She looked to Jack expectantly.

“I’m Jack, Hana’s husband,” he answered politely.

She nodded and took a seat on a wheeled circular stool near the countertop with a sink and medical supplies that lined the wall. She began to read over my paperwork with a pen in her hand.

“Hana. You’re twenty-five. Very healthy, it seems. And you suspect you’re pregnant?” She looked up at me.

I nodded. “I got a positive pregnancy test. Three of them,” I admitted, almost embarrassed.

“Okay.” She nodded, scooting herself over to the patient bed where I sat. “Let’s have a look. Any idea how far along you are?”

I looked over at Jack then back at her. “No. Maybe…six or seven weeks,” I guessed.

“Hmm. Okay. If you’re that early I’d recommend a transvaginal ultrasound. It’s just this little wand that I’ll place in your vagina that takes a better look at your uterus. Are you okay with that?” she asked, holding up the wand.

“Okay. Sure.” I nodded, looking at Jack again.

He smiled warmly at me.Ugh, if this is his kid, he better get those Maynor dimples.

“Great.” Dr. Levin smiled. “I just need you to undress on your bottom half. Go ahead and put this over you.” She pulled out a little paper blanket. “I’ll give you a few moments to undress.”

She smiled at Jack and then exited the room.

I quietly started to take off my shoes. I knew Jack was staring at me.

“Perhaps we can manage a quickie in here after this.” He smiled deviously at me.

My heart fluttered. Of course he would manage to turn me on in a doctor’s office.

“You think?” I asked flirtatiously; I was desperate for any kind of distraction from our current reality.

Jack flashed his dimples at me again. “Oh yes, sweetheart. I bet I could make you come in less than sixty seconds,” he teased as he pulled down my leggings.

“I bet I could do the same to you,” I quipped back, quickly sitting back up on the bed.

He licked his lower lip and gazed at me longingly. “I’ll take that bet,” he said quietly in his tone that he knew would turn me on.

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