“She admitted to being pregnant. I guess she went to the doctor on Saturday. They confirmed it.”
Saturday, my mind went back to Saturday and what happened. The party, the vagina balls, her need to be incredibly sexy for me. Funny thing was, she didn’t even have to try. Was she feeling self-conscious about being pregnant?
“Why didn’t she tell me?”
“She’ll ask you the same thing.”
“What are you talking about?”
“She knows you know she’s pregnant.”
I shook my head. “Why does this feel like an episode ofFriends? Did you tell her I knew?”
“She might have guessed it, but that’s beside the point. She doesn’t think you want to be with her, since you never said anything to her about knowing. Dude, this situation is so fucked up and all because you two are idiots and didn’t talk to each other.”
“It wasn’t that easy,” I sighed, massaging my temple. “I had to score this promotion first. She’s been insanely hormonal lately. I had to secure our future, but now it’s a giant mess. Where is she?”
“They’re on their way to the doctor’s for an appointment. She was so scared at her appointment on Saturday that she left without finding out any information from the doctor. Delaney took her to figure everything out. She thinks she’s three months pregnant.”
“I can believe that,” I answered. “Find out from Delaney the doctor address. I need to be there.”
“I’ll text you.”
“Thanks.”
When we hung up. I quickly typed an email to Eric, advising I needed a personal day today, and that I would be back to work tomorrow. I had a girlfriend to tend to but needed to make a quick stop at the apartment before I made it to the appointment.
* * *
“Is Rosie Bloom with a doctor right now?” I asked the receptionist at the office. “I’m her boyfriend, and was supposed to meet her here.” I might have a lied just a little, but I didn’t want to miss this appointment. I was out of breath from running around and trying to make it here on time, but I had a feeling it would be worth it.
“Yes, I’ll show you to her room. Meet me at the door to the side and I’ll guide you back.”
“Thank you.” I gave her my most winning smile, grateful for not having to plead my case.
The doctor’s office was full of waiting women, all with different-sized bellies. Some looked completely and utterly miserable—they were the ones with the bigger bellies—and others were positively glowing. I wondered what Rosie looked like now that she knew. Probably terrified, since she wasn’t secure with our relationship right now.
The nurse receptionist met me at the door and guided me down a hallway decorated with pictures of pregnant women and female organ charts. We walked all the way to the back and then she knocked on the door on the right.
“Come in,” Delaney’s voice rang out.
“Go ahead,” the nurse nodded, letting me let myself in.
I took a deep breath and opened the door to find Rosie looking forlorn, troubled, and sad, and Delaney hovering over her.
“Henry, what are you doing here?” Delaney asked.
I shut the door before I answered. I wasn’t quite keen on letting everyone in the building hear our business.
“I didn’t want to miss this appointment,” I answered her. Rosie briefly glanced at me, but then turned away. I saw the tears in her eyes. I glanced at Delaney and pleaded with her. “Can you please give us some privacy?”
I was ready for her to put up a fight, but from the look of the hangover she was sporting, she was happy to leave. Rosie was a handful at times, especially right now, so I sensed her relief.
Before Delaney exited the room, she leaned into me, placed her hand gently on my arm, and said, “Please don’t break her heart.”
She left, leaving me utterly confused. Why the hell would I break Rosie’s heart? She was my forever.
Silence filled the room, and I wasn’t quite sure how to approach the situation. In the past, I’d never had trouble talking to Rosie. It had always been easy with her. We were able to skip the awkwardness and be real with each other. Right now, it seemed like we wouldn’t be able to pull ourselves out of the awkward pool even if we had a crane helping us.