I pointed at E.G. sitting in the chair, just in case she wasn’t sure who I meant.
The doctor smiled in a way that suggested she was uncomfortable with my honesty.
The same way the nurse had when E.G. had insisted he be allowed to sit in the doctor’s with me when she showed us back to the room and I’d agreed.
Currently, I was sitting up on a lounge chair, fully dressed. the white paper underneath my ass crinkling every time I moved. I’d given the nurse a sample of my urine and that wasit. Because I didn’t have to take my clothes off, I didn’t have an issue with E.G. waiting in the tiny doctor’s office with me.
“I tried to tell her,” E.G. said to the doctor, looking up from his phone. “It used to happen with my wife. I’m told I’m…well, larger than average.”
“Are you serious right now?” I asked him. “We’re in a doctor’s office. I’m being treated because of what you did to me and you’re bragging about your dick size.”
“I’m not bragging,” he growled. “I’m explaining.”
The doctor held up her hand. “We don’t need to go into the details. I’ve written a script for you which will clear it up in a day or two. Anna, some women are more prone to them than others. One of the things that helps for prevention is urinating immediately after sex.”
“That won’t be a problem,” E.G. said dismissively.
“Why not?” I asked E.G.
I thought I knew the reason, but I was curious if he would admit it, right here, right now, in front of a stranger.
He looked at me gravely. “We don’t need to talk about this now.”
“Anna,” the doctor said, pulling my attention back to her. “I noticed on the paperwork you filled out, that you’re not on any sort of birth control. Is that something you would like to discuss?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“No,” E.G. said at the same time.
“I want to discuss birth control with the doctor,” I told him.
“We used protection,” he told her, like he was some sort of sex expert. “We used a condom.”
“And how effective are condoms against pregnancy?” I asked the doctor.
“Ninety-eight percent,” she answered.
“Wow. You’re saying there is a two percent chance I’m pregnant?” I asked her.
I wasn’t an idiot. And I’d had plenty of sex education classes back in high school. And because I li
ved in a co-ed home, it felt like sexual safety was constantly being drilled into our heads.
It’s almost like they expected the girls to get knocked up as teenagers.
The truth was, I should have spoken to a doctor long before this. E.G. provided health insurance so it wasn’t like I didn’t have access. I just hadn’t wanted to go down that road before. Like if I wasn’t on birth control, there was no way I could have the hots for my billionaire boss.
Okay, I suppose that was stupid.
“You’re not pregnant,” E.G. barked. “We used protection. There’s no need to discuss this any further.”
“Uh, beg to differ. I’m potentially two percent pregnant and I want to talk about birth control.”
“You’re not…” E.G. cut himself off. “Doctor, please explain she’s not two percent pregnant.”
“Of course, that’s not actually…”
I held my hand up to the doctor to stop her. “Yeah, I had sex ed class. I was just saying that to get a rise out of him.” I turned to E.G. “Why can’t I talk about birth control options with the doctor?”
