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Authors: Scarlett Jade
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in the middle of the night for Tim; he stood grimly in the middle of his office, still dressed in his pajamas and a dingy lab coat as they walked into the brick building. Zoe rubbed at her eyes and covered her mouth as a yawn escaped.
“Mrs. Hall, I hear you've had an adventure tonight?” His blue eyes twinkled and his lips twitched under his bushy mustache.
“Yeah. I got lost in the woods.” She went with the doctor and paused as they walked down the pale blue hall. “Tim?”
He shook his head. “Letting your folks know what's going on.” His fingers flew across his phone and Zoe sighed. He'd be texting Layla, of course.
Once back in the smaller room, Dr. Crist motioned for Zoe to crawl up onto the cracked leather exam table. “How are you feeling, Zoe?”
“Just tired, hungry, and thirsty.”
“Lay back for me.” He pulled an antiquated ultrasound machine from a closet and Zoe lay down quietly.
“You feeling any cramping?” He plugged the machine in and fiddled with some buttons on it. His fingers brushed against her belly as he pulled up her shirt and she winced as he squirted cold lubricant against her skin. “Sorry,” he muttered, pressing the probe to her stomach gently and swirling it to find the baby.
After a few moments, she whispered, “Is everything okay?”
He furrowed his brow and pushed in a little harder with the probe. “Your little girl seems to be doing fine, Zoe. Let me clean up these cuts. I want you to go home and sleep. You need to rest. Lots of fluids. I'll call Grams and tell her that you're to be on bed rest for a few days. I want you to come in and see me in a few days and we'll check you again, okay?”
Zoe nodded numbly as his words tunneled past her. She was stuck on one thing he'd said. “My daughter?”
“Oh,” he coughed, his cheeks pinking. “You didn't know?”
“No, I wasn’t far along enough at my last ultrasound.”
“Oh, I'm sorry. I assumed you knew. I hope you wanted to know? Congratulations.” He smiled awkwardly and wiped at the gel on her stomach.
“I did...” Her voice trailed off. “Wow. A daughter.”
“Hmm. Hopefully she won't be as much trouble as you are, but I expect I better take stock in bandages.” Zoe glanced at him then and he winked. She had constantly been in his office growing up, for stitches and a twice broken arm to a dislocated ankle and several sprains.
“I didn't mean to get lost.”
“It's easy enough to get turned around in those woods. Don't stress yourself. You have to take care of that firecracker girl.”
She nodded and took his proffered hand to sit up. He busied himself in the cupboards and came back with cleaner and bandages for her legs. She winced as he cleaned them thoroughly and applied alcohol. He was still very old school and believed that if it didn't burn, it didn't clean it. Once her legs were decorated in bandages, he stood and shook his head.
“Go home and rest. I mean it.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Thanks.”
“You're welcome. And congratulations.”
She walked slowly into the front of the building and Tim gave her a wary glance. “You okay?” He looked very uncomfortable reading the latest copy of Paparazzi Weekly. Splayed across the front was actress Delilah Monroe bragging about how she'd lost fifty pounds in six weeks.
“Yeah. You brushing up on your dieting tips, Tim?” Her smile didn't meet her eyes and she wavered on her feet.
“Maybe. I need to keep this sexy figure up.” He jumped from the seat and caught her arm in his. “I have all these fine ladies to impress.”
“Hah. Like Layla?”
His face shuttered and he sighed. “Let's get you home.”
The ride was mercifully short and it seemed like every light in the house was on. The little house glowed and was very visible as they pulled into the drive. Zoe glanced in his direction and murmured, “Please tell everyone who looked for me I'm sorry.”
He nodded briskly. “It's what we do. We look out for our
“Mrs. Hall, I hear you've had an adventure tonight?” His blue eyes twinkled and his lips twitched under his bushy mustache.
“Yeah. I got lost in the woods.” She went with the doctor and paused as they walked down the pale blue hall. “Tim?”
He shook his head. “Letting your folks know what's going on.” His fingers flew across his phone and Zoe sighed. He'd be texting Layla, of course.
Once back in the smaller room, Dr. Crist motioned for Zoe to crawl up onto the cracked leather exam table. “How are you feeling, Zoe?”
“Just tired, hungry, and thirsty.”
“Lay back for me.” He pulled an antiquated ultrasound machine from a closet and Zoe lay down quietly.
“You feeling any cramping?” He plugged the machine in and fiddled with some buttons on it. His fingers brushed against her belly as he pulled up her shirt and she winced as he squirted cold lubricant against her skin. “Sorry,” he muttered, pressing the probe to her stomach gently and swirling it to find the baby.
After a few moments, she whispered, “Is everything okay?”
He furrowed his brow and pushed in a little harder with the probe. “Your little girl seems to be doing fine, Zoe. Let me clean up these cuts. I want you to go home and sleep. You need to rest. Lots of fluids. I'll call Grams and tell her that you're to be on bed rest for a few days. I want you to come in and see me in a few days and we'll check you again, okay?”
Zoe nodded numbly as his words tunneled past her. She was stuck on one thing he'd said. “My daughter?”
“Oh,” he coughed, his cheeks pinking. “You didn't know?”
“No, I wasn’t far along enough at my last ultrasound.”
“Oh, I'm sorry. I assumed you knew. I hope you wanted to know? Congratulations.” He smiled awkwardly and wiped at the gel on her stomach.
“I did...” Her voice trailed off. “Wow. A daughter.”
“Hmm. Hopefully she won't be as much trouble as you are, but I expect I better take stock in bandages.” Zoe glanced at him then and he winked. She had constantly been in his office growing up, for stitches and a twice broken arm to a dislocated ankle and several sprains.
“I didn't mean to get lost.”
“It's easy enough to get turned around in those woods. Don't stress yourself. You have to take care of that firecracker girl.”
She nodded and took his proffered hand to sit up. He busied himself in the cupboards and came back with cleaner and bandages for her legs. She winced as he cleaned them thoroughly and applied alcohol. He was still very old school and believed that if it didn't burn, it didn't clean it. Once her legs were decorated in bandages, he stood and shook his head.
“Go home and rest. I mean it.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Thanks.”
“You're welcome. And congratulations.”
She walked slowly into the front of the building and Tim gave her a wary glance. “You okay?” He looked very uncomfortable reading the latest copy of Paparazzi Weekly. Splayed across the front was actress Delilah Monroe bragging about how she'd lost fifty pounds in six weeks.
“Yeah. You brushing up on your dieting tips, Tim?” Her smile didn't meet her eyes and she wavered on her feet.
“Maybe. I need to keep this sexy figure up.” He jumped from the seat and caught her arm in his. “I have all these fine ladies to impress.”
“Hah. Like Layla?”
His face shuttered and he sighed. “Let's get you home.”
The ride was mercifully short and it seemed like every light in the house was on. The little house glowed and was very visible as they pulled into the drive. Zoe glanced in his direction and murmured, “Please tell everyone who looked for me I'm sorry.”
He nodded briskly. “It's what we do. We look out for our
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