CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
COURTNEY
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Seeing Zander lookso hopeful was the nudge I needed to confess we won’t be welcoming new life into the world.
I feel bad.
What’s worse than letting down one man—even if Adam’s a monster?It’s letting down two.
The doctor walks in, and Zander introduces us.
“Sorry to waste your time, Doctor.”I smile.“I am not pregnant, but Zander is insistent.”
“It’s not a problem.The wife put Bridgerton on for the seventeenth time, and while it is a remarkable show...seventeen.”
Zander lets out one of his masculine short laughs, and I feel sad that soon he won’t be in my life.I adore him in many ways, even despite the stupid comments he’s made.I loved waking up with him both mornings, making him breakfast, snuggling on the sofa and talking instead of watching the shows.
We never ran out of conversation; only the need for food and delicious sex stopped us.
“As I mentioned on the phone, we’ve had a positive pregnancy test, but Ms.Blackmore doesn’t feel it’s accurate.”
Ms.
Ms., not Mrs.While I don’t mind, I’m sure the doctor knows who I am, given my face has been in the media recently.
“Well, we can clear that up in a few minutes.Let me open my bag,” the doctor walks to the kitchen counter and starts pulling things out.“The definitive lab results will take a day or two, but these quantitative hCG blood tests are more accurate than the basic urine strip test you would’ve done.
Zander glances at me, looking concerned.I’m worried about him and how disappointed he’ll be.
I give him a small smile.
“Let’s get you up here,” the doctor points to the stool and asks me to hold out my finger.He pricks it and then focuses on his device, which looks like a chunky smartphone.
“Five minutes, and we’ll have an answer.Let’s check your vitals.”
Zander leans nearby, his black T-shirt snug tight against his muscular frame.He looks so different from how he does in his expensive suits.
One day, another woman is going to be in my position, and the two of them will discover theyarehaving a baby.She will be lucky.I didn’t mean what I said earlier.I’d love to have a man like Zander Sterling look after me and be protective of our children, loving us the way I know he would until the day he dies.
I feel more tears brewing when Zander’s blue eyes drift to mine and lock.The intensity in which he holds them, his brow ever so slightly dipping in concern, makes my heart flutter.
