Page 39 of Entirely Yours
“I’m not nervous! I was just thinking about how an elephant has, like, an abnormally long gestation period and how terrible that must be. Chloe was early. Did I tell you that? Not like crazy early but still totally caught me off guard. Though, I think I alsowould have been caught off guard if she had been born on time. But, yeah. Elephants. Longest gestation.”
“I always thought it was the sperm whale.”
“You might be right… that would be ironic. We’ll need to google it. Can you google it?”
I can feel him smiling. “I’ll google it when we get inside. How about that?”
Nodding vigorously, I unbuckle my seatbelt and hop out of the car.
Per usual, I can feel Jules’ presence behind me.
We walk into the office, and I check in while Jules finds a seat. When I sit down next to him he says, “You were right. Elephants have the longest gestation period. They weigh up to 300 pounds at birth.”
“Fucking hell. Chloe was five pounds and I thought I’d never recover.”
Jules eyes me warily. “I’m kidding. Obviously I knew I’d recover.” I didn’t. I was nineteen and terrified.
Ten minutes or an hour passes by before a nurse comes out and calls my name. Jules and I both stand, but he immediately grabs my elbow. “I can wait here or I can come with you, either way.”
The thought of being alone right now does not sound appealing. “Come with me, please,” I whisper.
The nurse, an older woman who looks like she’s seen thousands of pregnant women in her lifetime, takes my vitals, and then we are ushered into a room where I’m instructed to undress before the nurse leaves.
“I’ll just...” Jules turns around.
I stand there awkwardly as the last time I was undressed with Jules flashes into my mind. Quickly I remove all my clothes. I’m about to put on the ultra-flattering medical gown when the nurse knocks twice and pops the door open before I have a chance to say “Wait!”
Her eyes are covered but she does have a plastic cup in herhand. “Forgot to give you this!” Jules is closest so he takes the cup from her, turning to hand it to me. He obviously didn’t realize I wasn’t dressed because the full frontal view he gets causes him to drop the pee cup he’s holding.
“Shit.” He immediately covers his eyes, dropping down to the floor to feel around for the cup. I wrap the gown around me as fast as I can—a terrible attempt at covering what he’s already seen—and tell him he can open his eyes. Instead, he slots his fingers slightly open but keeps his hand up just in case. I watch as he looks around, finds the cup, and murmurs, “I’ll get a new one,” before leaving me alone in the room.
The first thought that flashes through my mind is,Fuck, she’s beautiful.Even standing in the fluorescent office lighting, I know the sight of her bare chest will be flashing through my mind for months to come. Unfortunately, my body doesn’t recognize that this is not the time nor the place, and I can feel my dick hardening. I close my eyes and start humming the birthday song in an attempt to distract myself.
“Everything okay, Daddy?”Well, that will do it.The older nurse pops out of nowhere to check in, effectively scaring the shit out of me and providing the distraction I was looking for.
“Uh, I dropped this,” I say, holding up the cup. “Can we get a new one?”
“Sure, honey! Just a sec.”
She quickly returns with a new sterile cup, and I knock on the exam room door, waiting for confirmation before entering. I keep my eyes averted as I shuffle in.
“Jules, I’m covered. You can look atme.” Thea sounds annoyed by my modesty so I meet her eyes, holding contact until she’s the one who looks away.
“Is that for me?”
I hold the cup up, examining it. “No, they want me to pee in it.”
The look on her face is pure confusion, so I wink and hand her the cup. That earns me a huge grin as she guffaws at my attempt at humor. It’s enough to break the ice, and I can feel the tension floating out of the room.
“I can’t believe you just made ajoke, Julien Bardot.” She laughs, hopping off the table. “Be right back.”
She is back a few minutes later, and I definitely do not spend the entire time thinking about her naked breasts. The cup is still in her hand and still empty. I raise my brow in question. “The nurse said she didn’t realize the doctor wanted to do a sonogram so she told me to wait,” she answers. I nod, and we sit in comfortable silence until the doctor knocks on the door. “Come in,” Thea calls.
Dr. Mitchell has been friends with my mom for years, both strong women working in the medical field.
“I see the oral sex didn’t work,” Dr. Mitchell starts. Another thing she and Mom have in common—neither one of them have a filter. She winks at me as Thea splutters, her face reddening.
“Good to see you, too, Dr. Mitchell,” I reply. “This is Thea Rose, my—” I have no idea how to finish that sentence.
