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“You can’t go in with me.”
“Why not?”
“This is a private consultation,” I explain.
“What is it about?”
I ignore him and step out of the elevator. The reception area is right across from us.
“Knightly Harris,” I announce to the receptionist. “I have a three o’clock appointment with Dr. Gonzalez.”
She hands me a clipboard. “If you don’t mind filling out that information. Most insurances don’t cover the procedures, but we’ll be happy to submit a claim on your behalf. Can I have your insurance card and driver’s license?”
I give her what she asks for and take a seat to fill out my medical history. Of course, Landon just can’t let things be.
“How do you know you have fertility issues?” He dares to ask.
“I’m not having this conversation with you, Miller,” I say with a warning voice.
The steel door next to the reception opens, and a nurse calls out my name, “Knightly Harris.”
I stand up and follow her. The infuriating man who has decided to make my life miserable walks right behind me.
“After you finish filling out your information, give the clipboard to the receptionist,” the nurse says, stopping right in front of an office.
“Please, take a seat. Dr. Gonzalez will be with you shortly.”
She pulls a plastic cup out of her pocket and hands it to Landon. “If you decide to leave a sample on your way out, there’s a room next to the reception. We have magazines and movies if you need them.”
Landon moves the cup around, staring at it as if it’s a strange, alien object.
“Write your name, her last name and your date of birthbeforeusing it,” she emphasizes. “Once you’re done, make sure to close it tightly.”
His mouth agape and widened eyes break me out of my bad mood. I never thought I’d see Landon speechless.
“You can always get paid if you decide to make a donation,” I say grinning.
“Are you having fun at my expense, Harris?”
“I could,” I say, taking a seat. “It’s not too late for you to leave. Things might get more interesting.”
The doctor enters wearing blue scrubs, her brunette hair tied low in a ponytail, and her surgical mask hanging from her neck.
“Mrs. Harris, it’s very nice to meet you. I apologize for my attire, but one of my patients just went into labor, and I didn’t have time to change,” she says, shaking my hand and then offering it to Landon. “You must be Mr. Harris. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Don’t worry, thank you for seeing me on such short notice,” I say.
“As my nurse must’ve explained to you, consultations are just casual chats. Though we’d love to help you achieve your dreams, sometimes we’re not the right fit,” she explains and fidgets with her mouse, then looks at us.
She takes her time studying us and asks, “How long have you been trying to conceive?”
“Conceive?” I frown.
“Getting pregnant is different for everyone. For some couples, it can take only a few tries while for others, they have to follow some steps. What kind of birth control have you taken in the past?”
I squint and stop answering the questionnaire they gave me at the entrance. “I haven’t taken anything for the past five years.”
She nods. “And you’ve been trying to get pregnant for the past five years?”
