Page 75 of Sweetest Temptation
Samir extended his hand to her. “Samir Carter.”
Dr. Peters has been my gynecologist for six years. She worked in a joint office with two other women, and all three were obstetricians as well. She knew my history, my struggles, and every heartbreak that came with trying to conceive a baby thatnever came. But the last time I saw her, Jerome was with me. Her curiosity about who Samir was were warranted.
She nodded with a small smile before turning her attention back to me. “So, what brings you in today? You sounded a little anxious on the phone.”
“My…” I cleared my throat. “Myboyfriendseems to think that I’m pregnant. So I just want to confirm to him that I’m not. He doesn’t believe that I can’t have children.”
“Zanova, I never said that you couldn’t. I said that it may take time. You are capable.”
I could feel Samir’s eyes on me, but I kept my eyes on Dr. Peters.
She patted my hand. “All right. Let’s get some details first. When was your last period?”
“Um, two weeks ago. But I was spotting. I have been busy with my bakery, so I think the stress of everything is the cause.”
“Any symptoms? Fatigue, nausea, breast tenderness?”
“I’ve just been more tired than usual, but like I said, I have been extremely busy.”
Samir shifted in the chair beside me, resting his elbows on his knees. “And that pussy feeling different, Doc. It’s like a double Super Soaker down there. But, shit… a nigga ain’t complaining. Feel me?” Samir added, making me gasp with wide eyes.
“Samir!”
“What? Man, Doc don’ seen plenty of pussy. I’m sure she is used to hearing shit like this.”
Dr. Peters chuckled softly. “He’s fine. Let’s start with your urine test, and if it’s positive, we’ll do an ultrasound to confirm how far along you might be.”
As Dr. Peters clicked around on the computer, I looked over at this delusional man. The smile he wore on his face was cute,but that smile was about to be turned upside down when he heard these results.
“Congratulations, Zanova! You are indeed pregnant! I am so happy for you, Zanova!” Dr. Peters damn near yelled.
I froze. For a second, I was sure I heard her wrong. My brain just… stopped.
Pregnant?
My eyes darted from Dr. Peters’ wide grin to Samir’s face. He was wearing that cocky-ass smile of his across his lips until it reached his eyes. He turned toward me, and before I could even react, his hand found mine, squeezing it tight.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t feel my body. My heart was thundering in my ears. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I’d prepared myself for another disappointment as I made the appointment today. For years, that one word—pregnant—had been nothing more than a dream that always ended in heartbreak.
Tears filled my eyes before I even realized it. “Wait… Are you serious?” I managed to whisper, my voice shaking, half-afraid she’d take it back.
Dr. Peters smiled softly. “Very serious. Let’s do an ultrasound so we can see how far along you are.”
A shaky laugh escaped me, but it turned into a sob as I covered my mouth with my hand. I couldn’t stop crying. Samir reached for me, pulling me against him, one hand rubbing slow circles down my back.
“Didn’t I tell you, you were carrying my baby, woman?”
I laughed through my tears, shaking my head. “I thought you were crazy.”
“Yeah, well… guess I was right this time.”
For the first time in years, I felt something I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time. Hope.
“Samir, I’m scared,” I whispered, a tear sliding down my cheek. He caught it with his thumb before pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“You don’t have to be. I’m right here, Nova baby. I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he said quietly. “You carried enough weight by yourself. It’s my turn to carry it for you now.”
“Are you happy with this? I know we haven’t known each other long, and this is… a lot.” I wanted to see where his head was at.
