Page 61 of Filthy Commitments
No, mine wasn’t nearly as bad as anyone else’s seemed to be.
So, we sat and waited and waited. After two hours, I told Jett’s parents they should leave and Jett too if he wanted. I could take a cab back to the hotel once I was done there.
“Hell, no, Asia!” Jett wasn’t having any of that. “I’m not leaving you here. Mom, Dad, you two go. Enjoy the rest of the night with the family. Tell them we’re sorry, but Asia is sick.”
They got up, making room for a couple of people who’d been standing. “They need the space in here anyway.” His mother hugged me. “You call us when you find out what’s wrong, Asia. We love you, dear.”
Her words tugged at my heart. “I love you too. I’ll let you know when I know something.”
They left, and Jett looked at me. “She told you that she loved you, Asia.”
“Yeah, I know. That was sweet of her.” I took his hand and held it tightly. “I wasn’t lying when I told her I love her too. I do. Your parents are great.”
He nodded but looked a bit upset. I figured it was because of the fakeness of our situation. But our love was real. We had to figure out a way to make things right. And soon.
“Asia Jones?” a nurse came out of a side door, looking over the crowd.
“That’s me.” I raised my hand and got up to go to her with Jett right at my side.
“Oh, good.” She looked at Jett. “Are you related to her?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Then you’ll have to wait here for her. No one except immediate family is allowed back. It’s hospital policy. Sorry.”
As she took my hand and pulled me inside, I looked over my shoulder at him and saw the frown that covered his handsome face. “Don’t worry, Jett. I’ll make this as fast as I can.”
The door shut before he could say a word and I felt my stomach clench. The nurse took me to a large room with six curtain covered areas. “This is you, over here. Your admission paper says you’ve been throwing up. Is that correct?”
“It is.” She handed me a gown and a small cup with a lid on it.
“Go into the bathroom that’s directly across the hallway.” She took a Sharpie out of her pocket and handed it to me. “Write your full name and date of birth on the label of the cup. Fill it with urine, put the lid back on and leave it on the counter. Then take everything off but your underclothes and put on the gown.” She handed me a plastic bag. “Your clothes can go in this bag. Bring them back in here with you when you’re done. Do you understand all of that?”
With a nod, I said, “Write my name, pee, undress. What’s so hard about that?”
“You’d be surprised at how many forget one or more steps in that process, young lady.” The nurse patted me on the back. “Get into bed and wait for the doctor after you get that done.”
So, I headed out to deal with all of that and found myself getting nervous and wishing like hell that they would’ve let Jett come back with me. I got it all taken care of, then went to lie in the uncomfortable hospital bed. The plastic mattress crinkled as I climbed on the bed and pulled the thin blanket up to cover me.
A man in green scrubs came in after a long time and smiled at me. Extending his hand, he shook mine. “Hi there, Asia Jones. My name is Doctor Sheffield. Can you say that for me?”
“Doctor Sheffield?” I asked as I had no clue why he’d ask me such a thing.
“Yes, I wanted you to say it. You’ll want to remember that name.” He let my hand go and patted my back. “You see, I want to be the first person to congratulate you.”
“On?”
“On being pregnant. Now, do you get it? You’ll tell your child about the day you found out you had him or her in your tummy. Doctor Sheffield was the person to tell you that great news.” His smile was huge, and his teeth were gleaming white.
His face would forever be etched into my brain. Thin, lightly tanned skin with a few wrinkles, plum colored lips, blue eyes, and a deep laugh that made his round belly shake made up the man who changed my life forever.
“I’m pregnant?” I shook my head in disbelief. “I’m on the pill. How can that be?”
He picked up the folder with my admission paper in it. “It says here that you began oral birth control on June the first of this year.” He looked at me with a grin. “Did you use condoms when you had intercourse during the first thirty days, Miss Jones?”
“No. I wasn’t told to.” I began to get short of breath.
“Yes, I see. But you were given paperwork from the pharmacy that you must not have read. That paperwork would’ve told you that you needed to use another form of birth control for that amount of time. By the way, stop taking them. They’re not safe for the baby.”
