Page 71 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings 2: The Finale
“Well, why don’t I come by and meet her?” Jordan suggested. “She can get to know her auntie Jordan.” She bopped happily in her seat.
“Well, we kind of already have plans. I mean . . . she just got here and we’ve missed a lot of time.”
“Why does it seem like you’re just trying to blow me off?” Jordan’s brows drew together incredulously.
“Pshh, girl?—”
“Now you’re patronizing me,” she declared. “You did that shit all the time when we were kids too, now that I think about it.”
“You really want to go there right now, Jordan?” With my arms tucked across my chest, I squinted.
“What is that supposed to mean?” she demanded just as a nearby exam room door opened and out walked our doctor.
“Well, good morning, everyone! It’s implantation day, are we all ready?” Dr. Steinholt’s bronze eyes bounced around the waiting area to all of us as she clapped her hands together.
“More than ready.” Jordan snatched up her purse like she was the one being fertilized and hopped to her feet.
Slowly, Ivo and I moved out of our chairs and followed her to the room. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it was a typical exam room with a small side table where there were some tools and a dish that I assumed held the fertilized eggs. With sweaty palms, I stepped inside as Jordan dropped her purse on a counter and pulled out a stool to sit. Now she was rigid and seemingly annoyed as the doctor instructed me to change into the gown provided and get on the table. With my purse draped over my shoulder, I strut over to the bathroom door and let myself inside. Taking a deep breath, I undressed and slipped into the hospital gown.
The light tap at the door drew me from my nervous thoughts. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and went to prop the door open. Dr. Steinholt waited on the other side with apregnancy test. Confusion immediately marred my features, and she just chuckled.
“We have to take precautions before we do these things. So while you’re in there, take this so we can be sure.”
I don’t know why, but grabbing that packaging from her hand left mine trembling. Quietly closing the door behind her, I peered down at the test in my hand and released a nervous breath. I decided to get it over with and ripped it out of the packaging. Once I took the test, I set the small stick on the counter and waited with my hands clasped together. It only took about three minutes for the results to display anyway. Leaving the test on the counter, I stepped out of the room. Ivo patiently sat in a chair near the door with his phone in his lap. His eyes were all over me when I emerged. Glancing Jordan’s way, I peeped that she was also very aware of the intensity in which her husband was drinking me in.
Bowing my head, I slowly approached the table and climbed on top. “Okay. So I need you to lie back, Emerald. Try to relax. Think happy thoughts. This won’t take long, but we will want to keep your lower half elevated for about thirty minutes, and I just suggest going home to rest for the remainder of the day. You can resume normal activities tomorrow.”
“See, that means we can hang out. I can order food and come over to keep you and Jury company. By the way, you never sent me your new address. I know you said you had moved into a bigger place.” Jordan tapped away at her phone screen and anxiously swung herself back and forth on the stool.
Today she was in a casual Donna Karan pantsuit with a white blouse and black Steve Madden pumps. Flipping some of her silk-pressed hair over her shoulder, she glanced up at me from her phone.
“What are you in the mood for?”
“Give me one second while I go check the test, and I’ll be right back.” Dr. Steinholt moved toward the bathroom door, and my gaze drifted to the ceiling tile. With both hands draped over my stomach, I could feel the knots forming as we waited. When Dr. Steinholt appeared in the doorway, I couldn’t quite read her expression. With her gloved hand gripping the pregnancy test, she lifted her eyes to skim the rest of us in the room.
“Is something wrong?” Jordan queried, slowly bringing herself to her feet beside me on the table.
“Um, Emerald . . . you’re pregnant,” she announced.
“What!” Jordan and I screamed in unison.
Immediately, her fire-filled orbs landed on me. My chest tightened as I grew short of breath, and panic ensued. Pregnant? How? What the entire fuck? Slowly, I swung my attention to Ivo, and he had turned almost ghost white from the news.
“Oh my God, is it that coach of Sapphire’s that you were seeing? I thought nothing was going on there,” Jordan accused.
“There isn’t. That’s over. Blaine and I are just cool,” I assured her.
“So you’re just out here busting it open for random men, Emerald? How could you be so irresponsible knowing what we were going through here?” Jordan demanded.
“I—” Thoughts were moving in my head, but it was hard to put them into words as I sat up on my elbows and turned to Dr. Steinholt. “Are you sure? I mean, maybe it was a false positive or something.”
“We can take another sample and draw some blood if you want, but these tests are pretty accurate,” she said, waving the stick around.
“This is just . . . it’s crazy.”
“No, you want to know what it is, too much of a fucking coincidence! I can’t believe I didn’t see that shit before,” Jordan spat.
“What are you talking about?”
