Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Kinsley
I escaped the rest of the day without seeing Chase.
I was sure he was pissed off about my attitude towards him this morning, but I didn’t care.
Let the fading begin. I went home and fell asleep on the couch, waking up at ten thirty in disbelief that I’d slept that long.
This wasn’t normal for me, and if I weren’t feeling well again tomorrow, I’d have to go see a doctor. Something wasn’t right.
The next morning as I sat at my desk, I googled medical centers near me, found one, and called the office to see if I could get in the same day. Fortunately, an appointment was available at four o’clock, so I took it.
“Excuse me, Mr. Calloway.” I stuck my head inside his office.
“Come on in, Kinsley. What can I do for you?”
“Is it okay if I leave early today? I have a doctor’s appointment at four o’clock.”
“Still not feeling well?” he asked.
“No. I thought I was getting better, but I guess not.”
“That’s fine.”
“I can come back to the office after if you want.”
“That’s okay, sweetheart. Go get yourself checked out and then go home and rest.” He smiled.
“Thank you.”
I walked out of his office and shut the door, only to find Chase standing by my desk.
“There you are. How about dinner tonight at my place?” he asked.
“Sorry, I can’t.”
“You have other plans?”
“Yes. Actually, I do.”
“I see.”
“How about tomorrow night, then?” he asked.
“I have yoga tomorrow night.”
“After?” his eye narrowed at me.
“I’ll be too sweaty and tired,” I replied.
“Okay.” He sighed.
“You have all of L.A. to entertain you, Chase.”
“You’re right. I do, Kinsley. I’ll talk to you later.” He walked away with an attitude.
When it was time for me to leave for my appointment, I grabbed my purse, said goodbye to Mr. Calloway, and headed to the medical center.
“Hello, Kinsley. I’m Dr. Harrison. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you as well.” I smiled.
“So, tell me what’s been going on with you.”
“I’ve been sick to my stomach the past few days, and I’ve been exhausted.”
“How many times are you vomiting in a day?” he asked.
“Two to three times. Usually in the mornings. When I get home from work, I’m so exhausted that I feel like I need to take a nap. Yesterday, I slept for four and a half hours, got up, changed into my pajamas, and went to bed for the night.”
“Are you sexually active?” he asked.
“Yes.” I bit down on my bottom lip in embarrassment.
“Is there a chance you could be pregnant?”
I swallowed hard as a sickness fell into the pit of my stomach.
“No. We’ve been using protection. There was this one time over a month ago when the condom broke, but I went and took the morning-after pill the next morning.
So no, I can’t be pregnant. I was on the pill three months ago, but since I moved here, I hadn’t gotten them refilled because I needed to see a doctor first.”
“Okay. We’ll draw some blood first, and then I’ll examine you,” he spoke before calling his nurse into the room.
I sat there on the table while my blood was being drawn, scared to death at the possibility that I could be pregnant.
But the morning-after pill is so effective that there was no way I could be.
After Dr. Harrison checked my throat, ears, and glands, he left the room and said he’d be back as soon as my test results were ready.
I pulled my phone from my purse as I waited and noticed a text message from Chase.
“I was just in a meeting with my dad, and he told me you had to leave for a doctor’s appointment. How did it go? What did the doctor say?”
I didn’t reply to his text message because I had nothing to tell him. Besides, what business was it of his? He felt we were getting too close, so why did he even bother to pretend he cared?
The door opened, and Dr. Harrison walked in.
“I got your test results back, Kinsley.” He stared at me.
“And?”
“You’re pregnant.”
“I’m sorry, Dr. Harrison, but I can’t be. I took the morning-after pill. That’s what it’s for, to prevent pregnancy.”
“Only if you haven’t already ovulated. After stopping the pill, it takes a while for your body to get back on track.”
“Great.” Tears started to fill my eyes.
“You have options,” he spoke.
“I know I do, but an abortion isn’t an option for me.”
“I’m happy to hear that. I’m going to give you the name and number of an obstetrician. She’s very good and used to be a colleague of mine. Her office is up on the third floor. Give her a call in the morning and set up an appointment. You’ll need to start your prenatal care as soon as possible.”
“Thanks, Dr. Harrison.”
Before leaving the building, I had to stop in the bathroom and throw up. This wasn’t morning sickness. It was straight nerves. What the fuck was I going to do now? I was pregnant, and Chase Calloway was the father. Shit. The timing and the father couldn’t be worse.
When I got home, I crawled onto the couch like a child.
My head was spinning with all sorts of thoughts.
How was I going to tell him? How would he react?
I knew how he’d react, and it wouldn’t be pretty.
He couldn’t even commit to a relationship, let alone a child.
Maybe I shouldn’t tell him that the baby was his.
I could lie and say I had a one-night stand with someone.
He wouldn’t believe me. Oh my God, what about Mr. Calloway?
How the hell was I going to tell him? He just hired me for the full-time position.
Now I was pregnant and going to have to go on maternity leave.
My life was falling apart in front of my eyes, and I didn’t know what to do.
I heard my phone ding, so I got up from the couch and pulled it out of my purse.
“I asked you a question, and I don’t appreciate being ignored,” Chase wrote.
“Sorry. I just got home. I have a virus, just like I thought I did.”
“At least you found out what’s wrong. If you need anything, text me.”
“Thanks.”
I couldn’t tell him I was pregnant, especially over text.
Face-to-face was going to be hard, and I needed to prepare myself to be as strong as possible.
I placed my hands on my belly and looked down.
I needed to accept the fact that I was going to have a baby and that I’d be raising the child alone.