Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Cole looked at me. I knew he wanted to do this ultrasound to see how old the baby was—to determine how far along I was. I sighed and squeezed his hand tighter and nodded. He looked at the doctor. “We’d like to do an ultrasound.”
The doctor nodded, and we were led to the ultrasound room. I laid on the table, and the ultrasound tech smiled at me. “First time mom?”
I nodded, swallowing hard. Cole grabbed my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s going to be okay,” he soothed. “We’ll find out.”
I nodded. “I need you to lift you shirt up to right under your boobs, okay, darling?” I flinched at the little nickname, and Cole noticed. Clenching his jaw as anger briefly flashed through his eyes, he stood beside my head, giving me some comfort.
I lifted my shirt up, and the ultrasound technician squirted some warm gel on my belly. She placed a small wand on the gel and moved it around a bit. A small baby popped up on the screen. Cole laced his fingers through mine and rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt my stomach churning.
I was keeping my fingers crossed that the baby didn’t belong to any member of the ATL.
Cole and I had been messing around for a while—a few months now—and I was desperate for it to be his baby. I didn’t want to kill any child, but I knew I would never be able to carry my rapist’s child and keep my sanity.
“It looks like your baby is about eleven weeks old, which places you at thirteen weeks into your pregnancy.” She looked over at us. “Would you like to hear your baby’s heartbeat?”
I shook my head no. I couldn’t handle that. This was already too much to handle as it was. She nodded and turned the monitor off after handing us a couple of pictures. “I’ll lead you back to your examination room.”
I wiped the gel off my belly with the paper towels she handed me and stood up. When the doctor came into the room, he began to speak immediately. “I can do the DNA test today and have the results back to you in twenty-four hours. You can come back tomorrow about an hour after the time that the test is done today, and I’ll give you the results and go over your options. Is that okay?”
“That’s fine,” I quietly replied.
Cole’s eyes met mine, and mine instantly filled with tears. He leaned down and kissed me. “We will figure this out,” he whispered. “You will be okay in the end; I promise.”
13
I twisted my fingers in my lap as I waited on the doc to come into the room. I was nervous as hell for the results, and I was feeling extremely sick to my stomach. Cole had club business to deal with that couldn’t wait, so I was at the doctor’s office alone. But I wanted nothing more than to have Cole at my side right then.
I was so fucking nervous. I felt like I was going to throw up at any moment, and I couldn’t keep still. I was so fucking fidgety.
The doctor finally came into the room. He set the file down onto the countertop. Turning to me, he clasped his hands behind his back and gave me a reassuring smile. “Amelia, the baby is Colton Louis’s.”
Tears fell down my face. I sobbed into my hands, relief flooding my body. I was so fucking happy it wasn’t one of those assholes’.
Thank God, I didn’t have to abort it. Now, the only thing I had to worry about was how Cole and I were going to make this work. We argued so fucking much, and we could barely agree on anything. The only time we got along was when we were screwing!
I stretched as I came awake, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. I jumped in shock, my heart pounding in my chest when I looked over and saw Cole sitting at the desk in my room with his feet propped up on it. He smirked when he caught my reaction. “Did I scare you?”
I rolled my eyes at him, sitting up. “Get your nasty ass shoes off my desk,” I ground out. “I’m the one that has to clean this room, you know.”
He removed them but watched me with wary eyes. “Are you going to tell me what the doctor said?” Cole finally asked.
I swallowed hard, putting a hand over my stomach. I laid back down so I was facing the ceiling. “It’s your baby, Cole,” I said just loud enough for him to hear me.
It was deadly silent in the room for a little while. I forced myself not to cry. I knew he wouldn’t want it. How stupid was I to even begin to think that maybe he wanted something to do with this kid if it was his? Cole and I didn’t know how to express our emotions. I had been traumatized to the point that it all became one big mess when I began to feel anything. Cole mainly showed anger. I mean, what kind of parents would we even make? We could barely control our own fucking lives, much less that of a kid.