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"What a bitch," Samantha said as she removed the groceries from the bag.
"Well, it was in the contract, and I signed on the dotted line."
"Oh, so I guess if you called and told her that he left his $20K Rolex, and you wanted to return it, she would have handed over his home address?"
I shrugged at her question. Her nostrils flared as she tapped her fire engine-colored nails on the gradient kitchen island. A sincere smile swept across my face as I watched her brew. Samantha would go to hell and back for me, which warmed my soul.
"I'm not in the mood to cook. You want to grab some sushi or something?" I asked.
She agreed and went to grab the cleaning supplies out of the closet in the hallway and I started packing up my camera gear.
* * *
I've always hated hospitals.The clinical mixture of pee and bleach always made me want to hurl the contents of my stomach onto the shiny tile floor. I could hear Samantha mouthing off at one of the nurses sitting at the round desk in front of me.
The clattering sound of her expensive jewelry echoed in the distance as she waved her manicured fingers in the nurse's face. The nurse was frantically trying to calm her down, but it was no use. The nurse eventually motioned for her to have a seat, and she came stomping over before slamming her ass into the chair next to me.
"Can you believe they are making you wait? You're pregnant," she huffed.
"I'm fine. I just hurt my ankle." I said, diverting my eyes to the tender flesh below me.
"Ms. Morrison?" The blonde haired nurse called out.
I tried to stand, but I fell back into the chair once I pressed down on my left foot.
"She needs assistance, blondie," Samantha demanded. Her cheeks were red, and I prayed for her to calm down because she was close to blowing a fuse.
They rolled me to radiology and told me I had a sprained ankle that would take a week to heal. However, Samantha pressured them to look into the baby, so a simple one-hour visit turned into three.
"Why the sour look?" Samantha asked as she paged through the magazine.
"We've been here for three hours now; I want to leave." I folded my arms across my chest and let out a loud huff.
"You fell on your back, and I'm kind of angry that you even attempted to climb that rickety ladder. Why did you need to enter through the back door? Why couldn't you go through the front door?"
"Because it's faster, and I store all my filming equipment at the back of the bus."
Before she could even reply, a short bald man with wild eyebrows and grey eyes pulled back the curtains. The seams of his mouth tipped upward as they relaxed into a crinkle of a smile and he reached for the small round stool in front of Samantha's legs.
"I don't know too many pregnant women who climb ladders on the back of school buses. You're a first." His warm smile returned, and he pulled his stethoscope from his pocket.
"She's stubborn, not unique," Samantha said as she tilted her head to the side.
"The ultrasound came back fine, the babies' heartbeats sound normal, and everything looks good."
"Babies…?" Samantha questioned; her eyes were wide with shock. I hadn't told her I was pregnant with twins because I knew she would freak out. She was already worried about me having one, and telling her I was having two would probably have killed her. I felt terrible. I wanted to say something, but her worrying was growing tiresome, so I kept it to myself. I didn't find out I was having twins until the second ultrasound, but I suspected it because my bump was larger than other women in the same trimester as me. A sigh escaped my lips, and I slid my eyes to the floor, avoiding her red cheeks and narrowed eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sam—"
"Damn, you forgot to mention that tiny detail, Remy," she said, interrupting me. Her fingers massaged the side of her temples as she raised her chin to the ceiling.
I looked down at my feet, lingering on the swollen ankle wrapped in a cream-colored gauze. "I didn't want to worry you. You already think I'm incapable of having one kid, let alone two."
"I don't think you're incap —"
"Hey," a familiar voice said from behind the curtain.
Frizzy uneven bangs and wild hair peered from around the curtain, and my eyes met Cody, my ex. He wore a painted, stained t-shirt and dirty jeans as he raked his hands through his hair. I thought the night me and Cody had our one-night post-breakup hookup would be the last time I would ever see him again.
