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The doctor frowned at me. “I’m getting you a gown and admitting you. I can’t let you leave here until I’ve checked you over. Especially not seeing you like this. I’m sure your husbands would never forgive me if I didn’t look after you. I’ll send a nurse in. But I also wanted to let you know Grayson is out of surgery. It went well. They reinflated his lung, but they had to remove his spleen. They also found a lot of internal bleeding from a tear to his liver, which they fixed. Now, he can make a full recovery, but he’s going to have to take some time off. There will be no rock band lifestyle for a while.”
“That’s fine. Whatever he needs. Can I see him?”
“You can as soon as he’s out of recovery and as long as you promise to let me admit you and check you out first.”
“Fine," I huffed out. "But hospitals really do make me anxious, and I’m already overly stressed with what’s happened over the last few weeks.”
“How about I arrange a room for you and your husbands to all be together? Will that help?”
I smiled, nodding.
“Right, let me find you a room and a gown.”
“Come on, let me help you. I’m a doctor, remember?” Melissa offered. Thomas had left to call Addi to let her know what happened, leaving us alone in the room with the gown the nurse had left for me to put on.
Melissa undid my singed pyjama top and steadied me while I slipped out of my bottoms. Leaning me back against the bed, she moved to get the gown, and I noticed her subtle attempt to check me over. Without saying a word, she held out the gown for me to slip my arms into, turning me slowly so she could fasten it behind me.
“That hip has to hurt.”
“It does.”
“And your tummy.”
I rubbed my hand over it, noticing how hard it felt. “Has been swollen since I got home. I didn’t really eat or drink for a week. I think it’s a reaction to that.”
“Maybe. And how does your tummy feel?”
“Sick. So sick. I can’t keep much down. I don’t know what that evil shit gave me.”
“And maybe that’s why you should have come to the hospital days ago,” she replied, cocking her eyebrow at me, accusingly.
“I don’t need a lecture, Melissa,” I bit back at my new friend.
“Sorry. I can't help it—it's in my DNA. Anything else happening with your tummy?”
“Butterflies. I keep getting butterflies. I guess it’s all my nervous energy after what’s happened.”
Melissa laughed, and I couldn’t understand why. I wanted to ask, but I was distracted by the pain as she helped me climb into the single bed in this giant room.
Once I was settled she perched on the edge of the bed and took my hand in hers. “Ivy, I’m going to tell you this, because I’m sure the doctor will find the same thing when he checks you over and you’ve had enough shocks today. They aren’t butterflies. You’re pregnant.”
My mouth fell open. “What the hell? No way. I’m on the pill. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Melissa pulled my gown tight over my stomach and I noticed just how swollen my belly looked. “It wasn’t like that before I got kidnapped," I spluttered out, as if that was an explanation. "I just presumed it was the lack of food and water. Is it not?”
“No, lovely. I’m not a specialist. Hell, I didn’t know that I was pregnant for months either and I’m a doctor. When was your last period?”
I tried to remember. “I don’t know. I’m sure I’ve had one, but there’s been so much going on, I’ve not really tracked them. I did bleed a few months ago. It was maybe a bit shorter than normal, but I’m on the pill.”
“You take it regularly? Every day?”
“Yes. Mostly, I mean no, not always. I sometimes forget for a few days, but I just take a couple at once to top my levels back up.”
Melissa laughed again. “That’s not how it works, Ivy. You can’t top up your levels. If you miss even one pill, then you’re not protected. If you miss multiple pills and you’re sleeping with two men at once, then you’re definitely not protected.”
“Shit, you think I’m pregnant, really?” I couldn't believe what she was telling me, but as she pulled my hand and placed it over my belly, I knew in a heartbeat.I’m pregnant.
“If I had to put money on it, I would say about four or five months. The butterflies tell me you can feel your baby moving.”
