sel you about this
shot. We discounted it last time because of the side
effects, but quite frankly, the side effects of a child are farreaching
and go on for years.” She smiles, pleased with
herself and her little joke, but I can’t begin to respond—
I’m too stunned.
Dr. Greene launches into full disclosure mode about
side effects, and I sit paralyzed with relief, not listening to a
word. I think I’d tolerate any number of strange women
standing at the end of my bed rather than confess to
Christian that I might be pregnant.
“Ana!” Dr. Greene snaps. “Let’s do this thing.” She
pulls me out of my reverie, and I willingly roll up my
sleeve.
Christian closes the door behind her and gazes at me
warily. “Everything okay?” he asks.
I nod mutely, and he tilts his head to one side, his face
tense with concern.
“Anastasia, what is it? What did Dr. Greene say?”
I shake my head. “You’re good to go in seven days,” I
mutter.
“Seven days?”
“Yes.”
“Ana, what’s wrong?”
I swallow. “It’s nothing to worry about. Please,
Christian, just lea一ve it.”
Christian looms in front of me. He grasps my chin,
tipping my head back, and stares emphatically into my
eyes, trying to decipher my panic.
“Tell me,” he snaps insistently.
“There’s nothing to tell. I’d like to get dressed.” I pull
my chin out of his reach.
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, frowning at
me. “Let’s shower,” he says eventually.
“Of course,” I mutter, distracted, and his mouth twists.
“Come,” he says sulkily, clasping my hand firmly. He
stalks toward the bathroom as I trail behind him. I am not
the only one in a bad mood, it seems. Firing up the
the only one in a bad mood, it seems. Firing up the
shower, Christian quickly strips before turning to me.
“I don’t know what’s upset you, or if you’re just badtempered
through lack of sleep,” he says while unfastening
my robe. “But I want you to tell me. My imagination is
running away with me, and I don’t like it.”
I roll my eyes at him, and he glares back at me,
narrowing his eye
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