Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186 – Sonogram

Selene

“And this is your first pregnancy?” The doctor questioned, making my heart race right as he took my pulse.

“Yes,” I lie, earning a raised brow from the man.

“And your previous doctor diagnosed you with HG?” He presses.

“Yes, I was recently hospitalized for dehydration, but I’ve been able to put on some weight with the help of medication.” I explain.

“That’s good.” He encourages. “Do you have any questions before we begin the exam?”

Glaring at Blaise over his shoulder, I state, “Not for you.”

The physician looks back and forth between us, a ques tioning look on his face. Blaise smiles up at me, “Yes?”

“If you’re going to do thing, I want proof that Bastien is al right.”

“My beauty, this is going to happen whether you want it to or not.” Blaise announces, standing up. “But if you continue to be a good girl, I will give you the proof you desire.”

Slumping back in my seat, I grumble a thank you and watch as he exits the room, seeming to have the sense to give us some privacy. After the door closes behind him, the doctor studies me for a long moment, looking from my shining eyes to the wide cuffs on my arms.

“There’s some gowns behind that curtain.” He says, point ing to the curtain. “Why don’t you get changed while I prepare the machine.”

Doing as he instructs, I go behind the flimsy curtain and strip off my clothes, feeling the stress of the occasion wind my muscles into knots. I’ve never been so anxious for a sono gram in my life. Every time I have one, I always feel a tremen dous sense of helplessness as I wait for them to find a heart beat, always paranoid it won’t sound even in the late stages when I felt my baby moving.

However this is a thousand times worse. Bastien and I agreed not to find out the baby’s sex and let it be a surprise when it arrived, but I’m about to find out anyway, I’m both praying it’s another girl so that I’ll have another four and a half months to plan my escape, and feeling that if I’m going to lose my child either way, it might be less painful to do so now.

I feel like crying as the doctor helps me back up onto the exam table and begins poking and prodding me, asking all the deeply personal questions he avoided when Blaise was in the room with us. It’s interesting to see the way he handles the situation. He doesn’t embody the warm empathy of Dr Lee, nor the false kindness of Frederic or callousness of the doctor I saw in between. This man seems diligent, capable, but nervous and on edge – determined not to get attached.

Suddenly I realize he’s as frightened of Blaise as I am. It’s not in anything he says – just something about his bearing and manner. He doesn’t ask about the baby’s father, or press when I tell him obvious lies. We both know Blaise is waiting just outside, listening to our every word.

I wonder if it’s too crazy to try and signal the doctor for

help somehow. As he covers my lower half with a blanket and lifts my gown for the sonogram, I glance around for a pen and paper – anything to try and communicate a silent message.

It’s tempting to try. On one hand I don’t have anything to lose, and on the other Blaise only promised to let me see Bastien if I behaved. Still, can he really be trusted? Luna asks. There’s no guarantee he’ll be good for his word anyway.

Maybe not. I agree, but fear is a powerful motivator, it could just as easily prompt him to turn me in rather than help ing me.

The doctor squirts a dollop of cold, clear gel onto my tummy, and then applies the wand, probing around my baby bump as the steady whoosh whoosh of the machine fills the air. I feel the same panic I always do as I wait for the heart beat, holding my breath until a small thump comes through the speakers. It happens just when I’m starting to truly believe I might not hear one after all, and then I think I’m hallucinating – because instead of the slow, steady thump, thump, thump | expect, I hear an off rhythm thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. It’s almost as if…

“But I’ve already had a sonogram, and there was only one baby.” I tell him.

“Yes.” He agrees, “it’s a problem. We‘re going to have to get you on a nutrition regimen immediately.”