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I’d been backin Eastport for four days. Sawyer and Brie had made sure what little I’d had in the small storage facility in Eastport was delivered to my place on Monday.
I’d unpacked the last of the boxes last night after I’d gotten home from The Cooling Rack. It was a beautiful fall day, and I sat out on my balcony enjoying a warm cup of tea with some arrowroot cookies, while I waited for the dryer to finish.
I reached for my phone and looked up Dr. Kavanaugh’s number, then hit the call button. After three rings, I heard a woman answer. “Hello.”
“Hi, I need to book an appointment with Dr. Kavanaugh. It’s Bella Langdon.”
“One moment, please.”
I sat listening to the god-awful jazz music that played on the other end of the line, and I took a bite of cookie, followed by a sip of tea.
“Ah, yes, Miss Langdon. Did you receive a letter in the mail?” the friendly voice asked.
I glanced at the stack of mail on the small table inside the living room. I hadn’t looked at the stack of mail Brie and Sawyer had collected. “Ah, not that I know of.”
“We mailed it to your address in Boston.”
“No, I’m sorry. I’ve moved recently,” I said, glancing at the pile of mail that Sawyer had brought back from Boston with him earlier in the summer. I’d glanced through it. Nothing seemed to be all that important, and I wondered if perhaps I’d missed it.
“Oh, okay then. Well, Dr. Kavanaugh has retired.”
“Oh. I see. Well, I need a doctor. Is it possible that whoever took over could see me?”
“Please give me a moment.”
Suddenly, that horrible music returned. As I sat there, I could feel the tension in my shoulders. I just so badly needed clarification, and I hoped they had transferred my entire file. I needed to know what had happened, or where the mistake was.
“Bella, I can see we have transferred your file to Dr. Alonzo Love. He actually has an opening Thursday morning at ten thirty. Can you tell me what this is regarding, so I have some information to mark down. Also, it will help me figure out if you need any blood work prior to the appointment.”
“I’m pregnant,” I blurted. No matter how many times I said it, the situation still didn’t sound right.
She cleared her throat and said, “I see… but it states here that—”
“I know what it states, which is part of the problem,” I bit out. I didn’t need some receptionist to tell me what was written in my file.
“Miss Langdon, are you able to head down to the lab at Eastport General sometime today or tomorrow to have some blood work done? That way, we can have your results for the appointment.”
“Yep.”
“And do you know where our office is?”
I let out a sigh. “I’m guessing it’s still in the same place.”
“Actually, it’s in the hospital, thirteenth floor. Just go to the main elevators and take it up to thirteen. You’ll turn right and then make a left at the first corridor. The office is on the right-hand side.”
“Okay.”
“We will see you Thursday, Bella.”
* * *
I reached overand picked up a magazine that lay on the table. It was the only magazine in the entire office that wasn’t about parenting or pregnancy. I let out a sigh as I flipped it open and began looking at ideas on how to organize a kitchen. I was doing everything I could to distract myself from thinking about my blood work results.
I’d wanted to call all day yesterday to find out, yet I knew they probably wouldn’t share those results with me over the phone. A door opened and out came a very pregnant woman, a smile on her face as she said good-bye to the nurse who’d walked her out. I placed the magazine down on the table and rubbed my hands together.
“Bella Langdon?” the nurse called.
I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, and stood up.
