“Friends.” I wondered how he would feel if he knew the truth. If…because I still wasn’t sure what I was going to do.
“Well, as yer friend, I’d better make sure ye get to the other side of the road in one piece.” He laughed, distracting me from my thoughts as he looped his arm through mine, and we crossed the street back to our side of Lighthouse Lane.
“Why, thank you, kind sir.” I let go of his arm and curtsied with a laugh.
“Yer very welcome, milady.” He grinned wide and bowed gallantly at the waist.
“See you around, Matt.” I realized we were lingering a bit too long.
“See ya, Tiff.” He saluted me and then headed back to his pub.
The fact that I watched him walk every step of the way didn’t go unnoticed by me. I shook off my longing, blaming it on pregnancy hormones. I had to get ahold of myself and fast…before I did something again.
Chapter Five
Two weeks had gone by. I’d been feeling horrible in the mornings and was having a hard time explaining to my staff why I was consistently late for work. I finally made the decision to go to the doctor. Up until now, only my best friends knew about my suspicions and positive pregnancy home tests.
Going to the doctor made it real, and I didn’t know if I was ready for that.
I sat in the exam room with Dr. Joy, her black hair cut short and chic. Zoe’s fiancé, Dr. Chaz Anderson, also worked there. But since we grew up with him, it felt weird having him as my doctor. The girls had promised not to tell anyone else, including Chaz, until I figured out what to do.
Dr. Joy had given me a urine test as well as an exam and had just come back into the room. She smiled when she made eye contact with me. “Congratulations, Tiffany. You’re definitely pregnant. Eight weeks to be exact.”
I nodded and sighed. “I guess there’s no denying it now.”
She looked at me with a blank face. “Is this an unwanted pregnancy?”
“Unplanned, yes. Unwanted…the jury is still out.”
“You do have options, you know.” One of the things I loved most about Dr. Joy was that she always remained objective and never passed judgement on her client’s decisions in a town that was full of judgement.
I nodded. “I know.”
“Given your age, this pregnancy will be high risk should you decide to go through with it, but you’re in excellent physical condition.” She scanned her clipboard. “You’ll need to be under the circumstances.”
I frowned. “What circumstances? Is there something wrong with me?” My heart rate started speeding up.
“No, no. There’s nothing wrong with you, but carrying twins isn’t easy for any woman, let alone someone over thirty-five.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Wait…did you say twins?”
She nodded. “I heard two heartbeats, but I didn’t say anything until the ultrasound confirmed it.”
I had asked her not to tell me anything until I was ready. My head was spinning. I definitely hadn’t been ready for this. I hadn’t decided if I wanted one baby, let alone two. But the word twins changed everything. I’d spent my life separated from my twin because my parents hadn’t been able to afford to raise both of us. Money wouldn’t be an issue in this situation, but there was so much else to consider.
The thought that my own parents didn’t want me had haunted me my entire life. Thank God for my grandmother who’d always stood by me when even my wayward husband wouldn’t. I hadn’t been enough for him or my parents or even my sister.
I was spiraling.
Dr. Joy was talking, but the words were just mumbles of sound. She couldn’t tell me about all the things I’d missed out on being so alone in the world. But maybe this was a chance to make up for all of that. Maybe this wasn’t a crisis, but a blessing.
Maybe.
My grandmother raised me on her own. Yes, there was only one of me, but I was never one to back down from a challenge, and I certainly had the money and the support. How hard could it be?
“So that’s pretty much everything for now,” Dr. Joy said. “Here’s your script for prenatal vitamins, and I’m here if you have any questions.”
I realized she’d been talking the entire time I’d been lost in my thoughts. I took the paper from her. “Thanks, Doc.”
I left her office and had almost cleared the reception desk when Chaz walked into the lobby. He shook a strand of sandy hair off his forehead, then looked up and noticed me. His hazel eyes brightened, and he smiled wide.
“Tiffany, how are you?” he said with his whisky-smooth voice.
My lower lip wobbled, and I burst into tears. Stupid hormones. Everything was hitting me at once.
His smile slipped. He quickly took my arm and led me toward a chair in the half-full waiting room, felt my hesitation, then steered me down the hall into his office. All sorts of rumors would run rampant within the hour.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. “I haven’t seen you fall apart like this since I’ve known you.”
I shook my head over and over, still processing the news I’d just received. He handed me a box of tissues, and I blew my nose, then blurted, “I’m pregnant.”
He blinked. “I have to admit that’s the last thing I expected you to say.” He blew out a breath and rubbed his forehead, as if trying to find the right words to say. “Congratulations. Do the girls know?”
“I took several at home tests and told them all, but I made them promise not to say anything until I decided what to do.”
“That’s fair.” He nodded, then said gently, “Do you know what you want to do?”
“I didn’t,” I replied honestly, “until Dr. Joy just dropped a bomb on me.”
