distracting, and when I say quite, I mean a lot. When he catches me checking out his arms, his eyes draw mine back up to his face. For a second and a half, we’re just standing there looking at each other, not paying any attention to the vet. It’s like he’s not there at all.
“And who’s this?” The vet points to Terance. Kade and I look away from each other.
“This is Terance, my dog,” comments Kade. Kade puts his whole hand on Terance’s little head. Terrance is a good looking little dog; no wonder Car likes him. He’s all black with a hint of white on the angle where his ears meet his head.
“Aw, why is he here?”
“Emotional support,” he says.
“Gotcha. Well, alright, I’m just going to take Car in the back and do a few blood tests and see what’s up. Be back in a flash.” Then the vet is gone. I hate this. I want Car to feel better; I really do. I just hate being around quiet Kade; it makes me nervous. I can hear him breathing, and I can feel the tension. The air is stiff and I get this awkward feeling in the pit of my stomach like there is some secret he’s not telling me. Finally, Terance breaks the silence, which is a start. Right as he barks, the vet’s assistant comes into the room, holding Car in one hand. I stand up and take Car from the nurse’s hand.
“So?” I can feel Kade standing behind me. He puts one hand on the middle of my back and his other on Car. I can feel the tension and heat radiating off of his body and fingers that lay on my back.
“Well, see, there’s nothing wrong with her,” the nurse says. Oh thank God. I sigh from relief and put my hand on my chest.
“What do you mean nothing’s wrong with her? She’s been puking all morning,” Kade butts in.
“Dude, if the vet says there’s nothing wrong, don’t question it. I’m not in the mood for analyzing things.” I say to him.
“I mean, it’s more of a good thing,” the nurse says. Oh my deary, just cut to the chase already, woman. I look at Kade and realize he’s already looking at me. Thank God, his eyes finally meet mine. It’s about time, buddy. His eyes are soft and looking straight into mine. It’s like it’s just us and the very close. But it’s not. There’s a nurse, a big doctor’s room, two dogs, and then it’s him and me. Kade and I look away at the same time, back at the nurse. “Car is pregnant,” she says. Huh? How?
“How,” Kade said revealing he was thinking the same thing. How is this even possible? I watch Car twenty-four/seven.
“I think you and I both know the answer to that one, Mr. Red,” the nurse responds. Kade runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. “Who’s the father?” The nurse and I look at each other, then to Kade, then to the two dogs sitting in the corner licking each other. Then sniff each other’s butts. The nurse asks asks us if we are the only owners, and I say no. I can tell what she is thinking. It’s more of an “are you guys a couple that lives together with two dogs?” And we basically are what she meant, besides the couple part. I’m going to have to figure out a way to tell people I have a guy living in my guest bedroom, but we are nowhere near a couple. Complications, complications.
I walk out of the doctor’s office and into the main hallway. For once today, Kade walks beside me instead of in back. He’s holding Terance. I walk up the front desk.
“Ah, yes,” the secretary says. “So, the doctor said to take Car to her normal vet at home as soon as possible and to have them give her, her medication and anything else she needs,” she
“And who’s this?” The vet points to Terance. Kade and I look away from each other.
“This is Terance, my dog,” comments Kade. Kade puts his whole hand on Terance’s little head. Terrance is a good looking little dog; no wonder Car likes him. He’s all black with a hint of white on the angle where his ears meet his head.
“Aw, why is he here?”
“Emotional support,” he says.
“Gotcha. Well, alright, I’m just going to take Car in the back and do a few blood tests and see what’s up. Be back in a flash.” Then the vet is gone. I hate this. I want Car to feel better; I really do. I just hate being around quiet Kade; it makes me nervous. I can hear him breathing, and I can feel the tension. The air is stiff and I get this awkward feeling in the pit of my stomach like there is some secret he’s not telling me. Finally, Terance breaks the silence, which is a start. Right as he barks, the vet’s assistant comes into the room, holding Car in one hand. I stand up and take Car from the nurse’s hand.
“So?” I can feel Kade standing behind me. He puts one hand on the middle of my back and his other on Car. I can feel the tension and heat radiating off of his body and fingers that lay on my back.
“Well, see, there’s nothing wrong with her,” the nurse says. Oh thank God. I sigh from relief and put my hand on my chest.
“What do you mean nothing’s wrong with her? She’s been puking all morning,” Kade butts in.
“Dude, if the vet says there’s nothing wrong, don’t question it. I’m not in the mood for analyzing things.” I say to him.
“I mean, it’s more of a good thing,” the nurse says. Oh my deary, just cut to the chase already, woman. I look at Kade and realize he’s already looking at me. Thank God, his eyes finally meet mine. It’s about time, buddy. His eyes are soft and looking straight into mine. It’s like it’s just us and the very close. But it’s not. There’s a nurse, a big doctor’s room, two dogs, and then it’s him and me. Kade and I look away at the same time, back at the nurse. “Car is pregnant,” she says. Huh? How?
“How,” Kade said revealing he was thinking the same thing. How is this even possible? I watch Car twenty-four/seven.
“I think you and I both know the answer to that one, Mr. Red,” the nurse responds. Kade runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. “Who’s the father?” The nurse and I look at each other, then to Kade, then to the two dogs sitting in the corner licking each other. Then sniff each other’s butts. The nurse asks asks us if we are the only owners, and I say no. I can tell what she is thinking. It’s more of an “are you guys a couple that lives together with two dogs?” And we basically are what she meant, besides the couple part. I’m going to have to figure out a way to tell people I have a guy living in my guest bedroom, but we are nowhere near a couple. Complications, complications.
I walk out of the doctor’s office and into the main hallway. For once today, Kade walks beside me instead of in back. He’s holding Terance. I walk up the front desk.
“Ah, yes,” the secretary says. “So, the doctor said to take Car to her normal vet at home as soon as possible and to have them give her, her medication and anything else she needs,” she
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