Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Jenna
Lucas walked back into the room and sat in the only chair next to the bed.
“You don’t have to stay. You can go and get to work on your project.”
“Just stop. I’m staying.”
“This is your fault, you know,” I said.
“My fault? How is this my fault?”
“If you hadn’t said the things you did, I wouldn’t have left, and then I wouldn’t have tripped running after your dumb ass trying to get my suitcase back.”
“No. No way are you blaming this on me. You’re the one who came to my penthouse out of nowhere and told me you’re pregnant. No phone call, no warning, nothing. How the fuck did you expect me to react?”
“I knew you’d be in shock, but I didn’t expect you to accuse me of sleeping with other guys right after you and saying the baby is yours to get money out of you. That isn’t why I told you, Lucas.”
“I’m not discussing this now.”
“Hello there. I’m Dr. Reynolds, the OB/GYN on call.” He walked over and held out his hand. “You must be Jenna.”
“Hi, Dr. Reynolds.”
“And you are?” He turned to Lucas.
“A friend.”
“Huh. As if,” I said, and he shot me a dirty look.
“So, you’re about seven weeks pregnant and took a fall.
” He looked down at my ankle. “Ouch. That definitely looks broken. I’ll send in the orthopedic doctor after we take a look at the baby.
Because you’re only seven weeks, we have to perform a transvaginal ultrasound. Have you ever had one done before?”
“No,” I spoke with fear.
“It’s no big deal. I’ll have the nurse bring in the machine, and we’ll get started.”
The nurse who helped me earlier rolled in the machine and got it set up.
“I’m just going to lower the bed, so you’re lying flat,” Dr. Reynolds spoke. “Bend your knee with your good foot and leave the other one flat. We don’t want you putting any weight on that foot.”
He inserted the scope into my vagina and looked at the monitor.
“Okay. Let’s see what’s going on.”
I swallowed hard at the uncomfortable feeling, so I just focused on the monitor.
“See this little peanut right here?” He pointed to the monitor. “That’s your baby, and everything looks perfect.”
Tears filled my eyes as I stared at the screen. I didn’t know what Lucas was doing because I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
“The baby is fine, Jenna. So now we need to address that foot. Dr. Kensington is on call. I will go talk to him, and he’ll be right in. In the meantime, I’ll have an X-ray tech come down and get you.”
“Can I have X-rays if I’m pregnant?”
“Because it’s your foot, the baby will not be exposed.”
“Thank you, Dr. Reynolds.”
“You’re welcome. Take care of yourself and get plenty of rest.”
As soon as the doctor and nurse walked out of the room, Lucas looked at me.
“I’m sorry, Jenna.”
“I’m not discussing this now, Lucas. So, you can sit there and be quiet.”
After I had the X-rays and saw Dr. Kensington, he confirmed my foot was broken and immediately put me in a fiberglass cast.
“You are not to put any pressure on that foot at all. You can either use crutches or a scooter. We’ll send you home with a pair of crutches, and if you feel more comfortable using the scooter, you can pick one up at the pharmacy.”
“How long will I have to be in this cast?” I asked.
“A minimum of six weeks.”
“Great.” I sighed.
After I signed the discharge papers, I was free to leave.
“You’re staying at my penthouse,” Lucas said as he helped me from the bed and into the wheelchair.”
“It’ll just be for a couple of nights until I can figure some things out.”
“We’ll discuss that tomorrow,” he said.
When we arrived back at his penthouse, he took me directly to the guestroom, where he put my luggage.
“I put you in the room closest to mine in case you need something. Change into your pajamas and climb into bed. I’ll bring the bottle of Tylenol and a bottle of water.”
“Please do not tell me what to do. But thank you for getting me Tylenol and water.”
He sighed as he left the room. I unzipped my suitcase and dug through it until I found my nightshirt.
I couldn’t believe I’d broken my foot and had to stay in this stupid cast for at least six weeks.
The doctor said that because I was pregnant, my body would heal at a quicker rate.
Shortly after I climbed into bed, Lucas walked in with a bottle of water and some Tylenol.
“Do you want to take a pain pill? The doctor said it’s okay.”
“No. I’m not taking anything but Tylenol. I’d rather be in pain than risk something happening to the baby.”
“Okay. I’m going to head to bed myself. It’s been a long day and night, and I’m tired.”
“I’m sorry I took you away from your project.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll work on it tomorrow. Get some rest, and I’ll see you in the morning. If you need anything at all, holler. I’m right down the hall.”
“I appreciate it, Lucas. Good night.”
“Good night, Jenna.”