2.12
Barbi sat on the exam table, her doctor sat across from her. The blood work wasn't back yet, but the doctor had done a quick urine test, and the results were almost ready.
"Well?" She felt herself kicking the metal base of the table.
The doctor handed Barbi the test. Barbi took one look at the small read-out screen and suddenly she felt ill again.
2.13
Jackson kissed Derrick's hand, the tears spilling down his cheeks. How long had he waited for this moment.
"She told me you were here almost every day." Derrick's voice was hoarse, dry. "You look like hell."
Jackson laughed, then leaned forward, finally planting a kiss on responsive lips.
2.14
Pregnant. Who knew she could even still have kids? She pulled her cellphone out of her purse, and scanned through the phone book for Rick's numbers. She was about to say the four words almost every man dreaded. "We have to talk."
How would Rick take this? What if he freaked? What if he was happy? Oh God. She found his number and hit call.
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