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“Hello, little baby.” She practically glows with wonder, awe, hope. “Hi, there. I love you.” She giggles softly as a tear rolls down her cheek.
“Does everything look okay?” I ask.
“Everything looks wonderful,” he confirms. “According to what I'm seeing here, which aligns with the information Bianca's given me about her cycle, it looks like you'll welcome your bundle of joy within the first week of March.”
“So everything is good?” The eagerness and relief in her voice is touching. She looks up at me, giggling softly, her eyes shining.
“Baby is developing well, and you're in great health. I'm very pleased with what I'm seeing here.”
She squeezes my hand tight. “Thank you. That is a huge relief.”
“Many first-time mothers go through the same concerns you have. It isn't unusual.”
“Wow. March. It seems so far away, but I bet it will be here before we know it.” I love the excitement in her voice, how optimistic she sounds. I can't wait to buy out an entire baby store and spoil this kid beyond all reason.
“Time will fly,” he promises as he removes the wand from her belly. “I must say, it didn't take any time for you to conceive.”
Her joyful expression turns to one of confusion before she looks to the doctor. “What do you mean?”
Fuck me. I know what he's saying, and I have to stop him before he spills the beans.
There's no time before he starts to explain himself. “The fertility shot. It must have worked like a charm if you're already this far along. I'm not really surprised since you're so young and fertile as it is. The shot just gave you an added boost.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Bianca's gaze ping-pongs between us and I grit my teeth, rage simmering deep in my gut. I'm staring daggers at the doctor, thinking of all the ways I can murder him right now, when in reality the only person I have to blame is me.
BIANCA
I'm confused, and I'm sure Callum can see that as I look between him and the doctor seeking an explanation. He can't be thinking of the right patient. He's an old man. I wouldn't be surprised if he got his patients mixed up constantly.
Then why does Callum trust him if he can so easily get things mixed up?
The puzzle pieces start to click into place. The way Callum glares at him, like he's envisioning murdering him a million different ways. I've seen that look before.
Still, it doesn't make sense…
Fertility shot.
I got pregnant while on the pill.
Callum didn't seem surprised or shocked about the pregnancy.
Slowly, I slide my hand out of his grip and fold my arms across my chest, looking at the screen instead of him.It's not possible, is it?He wouldn't. He couldn't. Not to me. Not when we were supposed to have turned over a new leaf together. We're supposed to be honest with each other now. I'm supposed to be able to trust him.
He wouldn't go behind my back and try to get me pregnant on purpose, would he?
The doctor seems unaware of Callum's shift in mood, too busy turning off the machine before wiping the gel from my stomach. “I'll leave you alone so you can get dressed, and if you have any questions, I'm happy to answer them.”
I mutter something—exactly what, I don't know. I can't hear myself think over the roaring emotions in my head. Here I was, blaming myself. So sure that he would hate me for getting pregnant, like he'd think I was trying to trap him. When all this time, he was trying to trap me.
I can't move at first, even after the door closes, and we're left alone again. I can't bring myself to look at him, either. I stare at the ceiling with its white tiles, frozen in confusion and pain. Not physical pain, although it might as well be. It feels like a fist is tightening around my heart, squeezing the life out of it.
The fact that Callum hasn't said anything, hasn't denied any wrongdoing only confirms fears. I struggle to suck air into my lungs; each breath comes heavier than the next. I was bubbling with excitement moments ago; now, all I feel is razor-hot pain. His gaze penetrates my skin right into the deep depths of my soul. He's watching me, yet I refuse to look at him. I can't.
“I want you to tell me something,” My voice is a low whisper. “I want the truth. I don't want an explanation. I don't want a lie mixed with the truth. I want the fucking truth!” I release a breath and continue, “Did you tamper with my birth control so I would get pregnant?”
Silence. It drags on for what seems like an eternity. The longer he makes me wait, the worse it is. I don't even need to hear him admit it, for his silence is the biggest answer. However, I want him to say it. Tears fill my eyes and spill over my lashes while every second stretches like taffy, on and on.
“Let me explain.”
