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than I'd like to admit. I really needed to stay out of them if I was going to keep my head straight.
"She's had a few of them. When your mom saw her have one at the boutique, she told us you were here, and that we should get her checked out."
Well, that explained their sudden unwanted appearance.
Trent had her sit in a chair at the nurse's station. He took her blood pressure and pulled out a baby heart monitor. "Let's take a minute to see if little Michael is just acting up, or if he's in trouble." He looked up at Sandy, "When was her last contraction?"
"She was having one when I knocked on the door."
He nodded and glanced at the clock. "Your belly is staying pretty tight. I think it might be prudent for you to head in to the hospital. I'll walk you through and let them know what I think is going on." We followed him through a back hallway that opened right into what looked like the maternity ward.
"Dr. Carrington," a nurse jumped up, looking at the trail of women behind him. "Is everything alright?"
"I'd like Ms. Purtly to get monitored for a while. She's having some strong contractions. I don't think they're regular, but I want to make sure the baby isn't in any distress. Go ahead and start an I-V as well. I want her hydrated, to be sure that's not what's causing it."
Tammy looked worriedly over at Sandy, who wrapped her arm around her, trying to give her some comfort.
"Of course, Dr. Carrington."
"Thank you, Amy. Is Dr. Davis on call?"
"Yes, he is."
"Let him know I sent them in and would like him to keep me apprised of the situation."
"Will do." She looked over at me and smiled, but didn't ask anything about me.
Trent must have noticed her unasked question. "Amy, this is Clara Sharp," he said, shifting nervously, like he wanted to say something more.
"He has kids," Tammy nearly shouted, "with her!"
It was one thing to tell a couple of trampy women and play his girl to ward them off, but she had just shouted out that we had children together to the whole hospital. I knew in this small-town everyone would assume we were more than what we were. I wasn't sure if I was ready to play that game of pretend for him, just to save face.
"So that's what keeps you in Waco. Have you heard back on your request to transfer?" Amy asked. If he moved to Waco, he'd be underfoot a lot more.
He looked at me sheepishly. "Not yet. It'll be another month before I hear back from them."
"We'll miss you when you leave, Trent. You really are the best. I mean no offense to Dr. Davis, but you're a lot more cautious when it comes to the health of the mothers and babies."
"Davis is…" Trent started to defend his colleague.
"I know, but he just doesn't listen to the mothers like you do. I don't want you to leave, but I wrote a glowing recommendation for you, anyways."
"Thank you, Amy."
I wondered if everyone had a crush on Trent. Then I wondered why I cared. There was no reason for me to be jealous, because we weren't really together. I wanted nothing to do with him. He was just the sperm donor for my children…a very handsome, sweet, and compassionate sperm donor, who obviously didn't hold grudges against trampy women.
I was so screwed.
C hapter 8 – On Interference, Good and Bad
Once Tammy was settled, we made our way back to his clinic. We were both silent, and it was an awkward silence. He waved me back to his office and pulled a chair behind his desk, so I could see what he was doing. He woke his computer, and the screen background was a collection of happy babies. I couldn't stop my smile, but made sure he didn't see it.
"Okay," he scooted closer and enlarged the image. We went back to being silent, as he studied image after image so carefully that I was surprised he didn't take out a magnifying glass. He finally sat back and gave me a smile. "Well, Ms. Sharp, we have a healthy baby girl."
I about punched him for making me wait so long to hear that. "Good, thank you for checking on her."
He nodded. "It was for
"She's had a few of them. When your mom saw her have one at the boutique, she told us you were here, and that we should get her checked out."
Well, that explained their sudden unwanted appearance.
Trent had her sit in a chair at the nurse's station. He took her blood pressure and pulled out a baby heart monitor. "Let's take a minute to see if little Michael is just acting up, or if he's in trouble." He looked up at Sandy, "When was her last contraction?"
"She was having one when I knocked on the door."
He nodded and glanced at the clock. "Your belly is staying pretty tight. I think it might be prudent for you to head in to the hospital. I'll walk you through and let them know what I think is going on." We followed him through a back hallway that opened right into what looked like the maternity ward.
"Dr. Carrington," a nurse jumped up, looking at the trail of women behind him. "Is everything alright?"
"I'd like Ms. Purtly to get monitored for a while. She's having some strong contractions. I don't think they're regular, but I want to make sure the baby isn't in any distress. Go ahead and start an I-V as well. I want her hydrated, to be sure that's not what's causing it."
Tammy looked worriedly over at Sandy, who wrapped her arm around her, trying to give her some comfort.
"Of course, Dr. Carrington."
"Thank you, Amy. Is Dr. Davis on call?"
"Yes, he is."
"Let him know I sent them in and would like him to keep me apprised of the situation."
"Will do." She looked over at me and smiled, but didn't ask anything about me.
Trent must have noticed her unasked question. "Amy, this is Clara Sharp," he said, shifting nervously, like he wanted to say something more.
"He has kids," Tammy nearly shouted, "with her!"
It was one thing to tell a couple of trampy women and play his girl to ward them off, but she had just shouted out that we had children together to the whole hospital. I knew in this small-town everyone would assume we were more than what we were. I wasn't sure if I was ready to play that game of pretend for him, just to save face.
"So that's what keeps you in Waco. Have you heard back on your request to transfer?" Amy asked. If he moved to Waco, he'd be underfoot a lot more.
He looked at me sheepishly. "Not yet. It'll be another month before I hear back from them."
"We'll miss you when you leave, Trent. You really are the best. I mean no offense to Dr. Davis, but you're a lot more cautious when it comes to the health of the mothers and babies."
"Davis is…" Trent started to defend his colleague.
"I know, but he just doesn't listen to the mothers like you do. I don't want you to leave, but I wrote a glowing recommendation for you, anyways."
"Thank you, Amy."
I wondered if everyone had a crush on Trent. Then I wondered why I cared. There was no reason for me to be jealous, because we weren't really together. I wanted nothing to do with him. He was just the sperm donor for my children…a very handsome, sweet, and compassionate sperm donor, who obviously didn't hold grudges against trampy women.
I was so screwed.
C hapter 8 – On Interference, Good and Bad
Once Tammy was settled, we made our way back to his clinic. We were both silent, and it was an awkward silence. He waved me back to his office and pulled a chair behind his desk, so I could see what he was doing. He woke his computer, and the screen background was a collection of happy babies. I couldn't stop my smile, but made sure he didn't see it.
"Okay," he scooted closer and enlarged the image. We went back to being silent, as he studied image after image so carefully that I was surprised he didn't take out a magnifying glass. He finally sat back and gave me a smile. "Well, Ms. Sharp, we have a healthy baby girl."
I about punched him for making me wait so long to hear that. "Good, thank you for checking on her."
He nodded. "It was for
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