Chapter Twenty
I gape at Dr. Greene, my world collapsing around me. A baby. A baby. I don’t
want a baby . . . not yet. Fuck. And I know deep down that Christian is going
to freak.
“Mrs. Grey, you’re very pale. Would you like a glass of water?”
“Please.” My voice is a barely audible. My mind is racing. Pregnant? When?
“I take it you’re surprised.”
I nod mutely at the good doctor as she hands me a glass of water from her
conveniently placed water cooler. I take a welcome sip.
“Shocked,” I whisper.
“We could do an ultrasound to see how advanced the pregnancy is. Judging
by your reaction, I suspect you’re just a couple of weeks or so from
conception––four or five weeks pregnant. I take it you ha一ven’t been suffering
any other symptoms?”
I shake my head mutely. Symptoms? I don’t think so. “I thought . . . I thought
this was a reliable form of contraceptive.”
Dr. Greene arches a brow. “It normally is, when you remember to ha一ve the
shot,” she says coolly.
“I must ha一ve lost track of time.” Christian is going to freak. I know it.
“Ha一ve you been bleeding at all?”
I frown. “No.”
“That’s normal for the Depo. Shall we ha一ve a look at you? I ha一ve time.”
I nod, bewildered, and Dr. Greene directs me toward a black leather table
behind a screen.
“If you’ll just slip off your skirt and underwear, we’ll go from there,” she says
briskly.
Underwear? I was expecting an ultrasound scan over my belly. Why do I need
to remove my panties? I shrug in consternation then quickly do as she says
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“That’s good.” Dr. Greene appears at the end of the table, pulling the
ultrasound machine closer. It’s a hi-tech stack of computers. Sitting down,
she positions the screen so that we can both see it and jogs the trackball on
the keyboard. The screen pings into life.
“If you could lift and bend your knees, then part them wide,” she says matterof-
factly.
What?
“This is a transvaginal ultrasound. If you’re only just pregnant, we should
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