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He bites his bottom lip. “I’m sorry about that. I should’ve used a condom, but I was so caught up. I want you to know that I’m clean, I get tested regularly. You’re still on the pill, right?”
I shake my head. I should’ve stopped him, but my stupid body just doesn’t know how to say no when it comes to this man.
Jared sighs and then jams his fingers into his hair. “If something happens, we’ll handle it, okay? I promise you can count on me now.”
I pull back and stare into his blue eyes. “Jared . . .” I say his name almost like a whisper.
He furrows his brow. “I know that look, London. What’s wrong?”
I open my mouth to answer him, but a wave of nausea hits me hard, and I twist just in time to vomit into the kitchen sink.
“Oh my God. London? Are you all right?” There’s thick concern in Jared’s voice as he stands behind me and holds my hair back while I continue to expel my lunch. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t feel sick until just a few seconds ago. It was like I just got off of an amusement park ride and the world was still spinning.”
“So you’re saying I just rocked your world?” I can hear the teasing in his voice, and I reach behind me to smack him. “Ouch. Kidding. Only kidding.”
I turn the faucet on and rinse the contents in the sink down the drain and then cup my hand to fill it with water to wash my mouth out. When I stand up, Jared watches me closely, like I’m a puking time bomb that’s ready to erupt again at any second.
He hands me a paper towel. “You okay?”
I take it and wipe my face. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
“Does that happen often, or is it just sex with me that makes you ill?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not sure what happened. I was fine before and during. It was . . . I don’t know.”
Jared’s lips twist. “Maybe you should go to Dr. Friedman and get it checked out.”
I nod. “Maybe I will.”
Jared bites his lip. “I’ll go with you, if you want. His office had the best suckers.”
I laugh, finding it amusing that he remembers that about the family doctor both he and I have gone to since we were in junior high school. “I think I can handle going to the doctor on my own, but I’ll be sure to tell him how big of a fan you are of his treats.”
The next day I sit in the waiting room of my family doctor as I listen for my name to be called. I’ve felt sick for the last month, but I chalked it up to being stressed over the separation in my marriage. Puking for no apparent reason is definitely a new thing.
Jared showing up two days ago has made things worse. Being caught between two men has magnified my stress levels tenfold. I’ve decided it’s time to get checked and get a prescription for nerve pills if that’s what I need. After I left Jared yesterday, I couldn’t stop replaying what occurred between us in that kitchen. I’m not sure where we go from here. I would love nothing more than to try and start over with him. Jared and I need to sit down and figure out this thing between us.
“London Kraft,” the short, dark-haired nurse in blue scrubs calls from the doorway.
I toss the magazine I was reading back down on the table in front of me and push up out of the chair. “That’s me.”
I follow her down the hallway. After she asks me why I’m here, she weighs me and takes my blood pressure, and then ushers me into a small exam room. “The doctor will be right in.”
Nearly twenty minutes later, Dr. Anthony Friedman comes waltzing in the door. Dr. Friedman always looks exactly the same every time I come in here. Hair combed over to the side and thick-framed glasses complement his white lab coat, completing the stereotypical nerdy appearance.
He sits down at the small desk in the room with what I assume is my chart in his hand. “So, London, my nurse says you’re not feeling well—some general tiredness and nausea. Is there anything else going on?”
“Those are the main things,” I tell him. “I’ve never felt so off before in my life.”
He glances down at the chart. “And you’ve been feeling this way for nearly a month?” I nod and he makes a note. “When was your last menstrual period?”
I furrow my brow as I try to remember. I’ve been so distracted lately that I can’t recall. “I’m not sure.”
Dr. Friedman’s eyes soften. “Let’s get a pregnancy test for you, and we’ll start from there.”
My stomach drops to the floor, and a wave of nausea rolls over me. Is this really happening to me right now? I rub my forehead and then close my eyes.
