Page 16 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
Gah! That’s what she’d written last year, and Dr. Rosenstein thought it was hilarious.
Georgie smoothed her potato sack gown. “Well, that’s certainly not the case now.”
Jordan perked up and tossed her a little wink. “I can attest to that. There are no cobwebs in my wife’s lady parts, and Georgie’s all about getting some these days.”
Sweet Jesus! Did he think he was helping?
“And you’re married now, I see,” Joyce continued.
“Yes, just last month,” she confirmed, grateful to move on to a less embarrassing subject.
The nurse raised an eyebrow. “Shotgun wedding, I assume?”
Georgie gasped. “No! Goodness, no! Getting pregnant wasn’t even on our radar during that time.”
“Were you having sex?” A smirk pulled at the corners of Joyce’s lips.
Georgie knew where this was going. Oh, how she needed Nurse Gina! Gina would have been all high fives and sweet giggles upon hearing about her recent wedding, not hardened features and disapproving glares.
A bead of sweat ran down her back. “Yes, we engaged in sexual activity.”
There! She’d make it sound clinical—like something you’d read in a nature magazine. Nobody begrudged animals forgetting some!
“Were you using protection consistently?” Joyce asked in a tone that said she already knew the answer—which was pretty damn clear when one made an appointment for a pregnancy check.
Georgie shifted in the chair as another bead of perspiration slid down her spine. “Define consistently.”
The crabby nurse scribbled a note. “I’ll take that as a no.”
Georgie turned to her husband, who winced. Even he knew this wasn’t going well. With her eyes, she asked him to swoop in and say something funny or charming. Anything to make her look less like an irresponsible woman whose wedding ceremony had included firearms.
“Alcohol consumption?” the nurse asked.
“Only a glass of champagne at our wedding,” Georgie answered.
Jordan took her hand and tossed her another wink. “And with all the pineapple juice Georgie’s been downing, she might just have a piña colada in her belly.”
Oh, Jordan!
The nurse frowned. “So, you’re binge drinkers?”
“No! Nothing of that sort,” Georgie answered.
“My wife’s right! On our honeymoon, we didn’t touch any alcohol.”
She breathed a sigh of relief, but Jordan wasn’t done.
“You see, I wouldn’t have been able to keep up with my wife’s sex drive if I’d ingested alcohol. I needed to be at peak performance. It got pretty wild, if you know what I mean,” he added, tossing Joyce a wink.
Did he think he was helping? She looked like a binge-drinking sex maniac!
Georgie adjusted her potato sack. It was time to shift gears.
“Will Gina be back soon?”
“Who?” Joyce grunted.
“Nurse Gina. She usually goes through all the health questions with me,” she answered, praying her favorite nurse was in the vicinity.
