Page 9 of Knocked Up by the Doctor

“Why?”

“First, because you’ve let this man affect you so much this week, and second, you didn’t say if you got your results back yet?”

“I’m clean. They said I could come back in a month for a pregnancy test if I want, but I think I’m fine on that count.”

I watch as her entire body relaxes.

“Thank you for being worried about me. I know I shouldn’t let him get to me, but it’s kind of disappointing when you have the best night of your life with a stranger, and you know you’re never going to see him again.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way. I’m sure we can figure out who he is if we really want to.”

“I know, but it feels wrong. Maybe someday I’ll run into him on the street, and he’ll remember me.”

“Well,” she slaps the table and then laughs. “If you change your mind, let me know. I doubt there were many men there named Kade.”

“I will.”

Holding up her margarita, Lexie smiles over at me. “To the best damn assistant in the world.”

I clink my glass to hers. “To the best boss and friend a girl could ask for.”

Taking a drink, I wonder if I’m making the right decision not to pursue finding out who Kade is. The one thing I know is I can’t keep looking back at the past. I need to move on to bigger and better things, even if I’m not sure there’s anyone better than Kade.

Raine

Two months later

I groanand place one hand on my stomach and the other over my mouth as I rush from the room and down the hall to the bathroom. I don’t even have time to slam the door closed before I’m kneeling in front of the toilet and expelling my lunch.

“Raine?” Lexie calls from outside the door. “Are you okay?”

Of course, I’m not okay. Is anyone ever okay when they’re throwing up?

“I’ll… I’ll be out here if you need me.”

I’d respond, but I’m too busy feeling like death is only a few steps away.

I retch and dry heave until my stomach is empty and feels like it’s turned upside down on itself in an attempt to ruin my day. When I think I’m in the clear, I fold my arms over the porcelain and rest my forehead on my arms. I feel weak and gross, and all I want to do is go home and crawl into bed. Unfortunately, we have a night shoot tonight, and my workday is only now getting started.

Eventually, I pull myself up off the floor and drag myself to my desk, where I find Lexie sitting with a worried expression on her face.

“Oh, Rainy-Bear, are you okay?”

“I don’t think so. I’ve been nauseous for a few days, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. I think I left a lung on the floor.”

Lexie’s face scrunches up. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“Because what’s that going to do? I still need to do my work.” I slump down in my chair, thinking of all the work I still need to do for our shoot tonight.

Lexie stands and starts to pack up my stuff. “No, what you need to do is go home and rest.”

“But what about tonight?” I can’t leave her in the lurch, no matter how bad I feel.

“I’ll manage. I used to do all of this all by myself once upon a time. It won’t kill me to do it for one night.” She hands me my purse and phone.

“What are you going to do about Delilah since Ryder won’t be back in time to help?”

“Stop worrying about me and take care of yourself. Now go,” she pushes me toward the front door. “I’ll call you later to see how you’re feeling.”

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