Give Me Desire (Reason Series) (8 page)

I can feel the tears sliding down my cheeks. "That asshole," I spat. "I get it, I get me, I get why me, but damn it why them?" The tears are flowing harder. I bury my head in my hands and start to sob.
 

I vaguely hear Chrys. "I think we're done here. If you have any more questions for her, contact me. Or when you capture him and need an identification, let me know."
 

"Come ’ere, Viv." I feel Mikah's hand across my shoulders. His other hand snakes under my legs as he pushes the chair back and picks me up. "Here or downstairs?" he whispers.

"He-" I can't finish, but he catches my words and he turns toward his room.

SEVENTEEN

For two weeks Mikah barely steps foot out of the building, staying with me no matter what comes up. We talk, watch movies and take naps, and when he needs to do some work-related things, I indulge in his library. About a week into our self-imposed seclusion, I finally start to feel more like myself. I have a little trouble with being tired, but sometimes I think it is because I’m not doing much. Mikah and I start taking morning walks along the river, when the weather is decent.

Connor, Andrew and Red are ever-present in and around the two apartments, and I take it upon myself to get to know Connor and Andrew a little. They are really nice guys, and I get the distinct impression that they are naturally protective.
 

Zirah hasn't made an appearance since the Sunday I was released from the hospital, though, strangely, I keep having the same recurring dream about the white hallway and Mikah. I always seem to wake up right before we kiss, and it is getting to the point of frustration. I want to know what's going to happen next.
 

Mikah and I grow close, but he hasn't so much as kissed me - well at least on the lips - and it's starting to feel like my dream: so close and yet so far away.
 

Then he has some pressing business to deal with in Phoenix, and he leaves me alone for the first time since bringing me here.
 

I miss him like crazy, and it doesn't quite feel like home without him here. The house is far too quiet; I leave the iPod he gave me - loaded with music and hooked up to the stereo system – on all the time. When he first gave it to me, of course, I rebuffed the gift, telling him it was too much and there was no need to spend his hard-earned money on me. He wouldn’t hear it. Eventually I relented and kept it.

I'm in my bedroom, getting dressed for my appointment with Dr. Alston, when I realize for the first time that my breasts seem very swollen and tender. I was never well-endowed in that department, but holy crap, these things are getting huge. My nipples are puffy and turning a dark, almost cherry wood color.
 

I turn around to look in the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. I'm a little shocked by what I see.
 

My eyes are a bright blue, bluer than I've ever seen them before. I turn completely sideways and look toward the mirror. Of course I've noticed my belly getting bigger physically, but I’ve never really looked at it like this. Okay, it's not huge, but it is definitely there, and it looks....
 

Tears prick at my eyes. Good tears, but damn. This whole thing is really sneaking up on me.
 

I face the mirror head on again, and now I can see why I really hadn't noticed it much; from this angle it looks cute and tiny, small compared to my breasts.
 

I notice too that my hips are softer, the bones no longer as defined as they once were. All the food I've been eating, plus the vitamins that Mikah has been making me take three times a day, have no doubt been helping me put on some weight. But it appears to be really good weight.

My face has completely filled in, rounded, and there is a flush to my cheeks, no doubt because I’ve been looking at myself in the mirror. My collarbones are still visible, but in a very healthy, almost sexy way.
 

"Sexy?" I say. I've never thought of myself as sexy before.
 

A knock on the bedroom door causes me to jump, like I've been caught doing something I'm not supposed to do. I cover myself instinctively as Andrew’s accented voice comes through the door. "Vivienne, we have about five minutes before we need to leave."

"I'll be right there," I holler back and slip the bra on. It's a little bit snug in the chest and made from a thin, sheer material. My nipples poke through like nobody's business.
 

Standing here in my sheer black bra and black yoga pants, I cannot help but admire myself. For once in my life I actually look and feel pretty. I flush at the thought and reach for a black tank top, then I grab an old Boston College hoodie I inadvertently “borrowed” from Mikah a couple of days ago. It's soft, huge, and warm. I throw it on and head out the bedroom door.

EIGHTEEN

Within a matter of moments we're out of the apartment, down the elevator and into the lobby. Connor is standing next to a sleek black SUV, something I've never seen before. The windows are tinted really dark, and it looks mildly intimidating. Andrew opens the rear passenger door for me just as Connor slides in behind the wheel. I clamber in, noticing that the window on the driver’s side is down, wiping out my anxiety of tight spaces. Andrew shuts the door behind me. He is quick to slide into the front passenger seat, and we're off.
 

I take a deep breath. "What's the big rush?" I ask.
 

Connor peers at me through the rearview mirror. "Safety precaution, ma'am."
 

I roll my eyes, whether at the safety comment or the fact that he called me “ma'am,” I’m not sure. "Call me Vivienne, please, Connor?"
 

"Yes, ma'am."
 

I scowl at him.
 

"Vivienne," he corrects himself.

"Thanks."
 

He turns back to the road, driving at a speed I'm not entirely sure is legal. I watch out the window as we make our way through downtown. It is Friday morning and the traffic is moving quickly.
 

A few minutes later we pull into the parking garage at H.C.M.C. Connor steers the car up the ramp to the third floor of the structure and pulls up at a door.
 

Andrew climbs out of the car, moving a little slower now. Is that deliberate?
 

He opens my door and I climb out. I expect Connor to drive away to a parking space as soon as Andrew shuts the door behind me, but the SUV doesn't move. Andrew walks with me through the automatic doors into the hospital.
 

"Do you know where we're going?" I ask Andrew.
 

"I do." He looks down at me with his bright blue eyes, and his thin lips stretch into a friendly, reassuring smile.
 

I smile back. Andrew has been really nice to me these last couple of weeks.

We round a corner, and it's practically a dead end except for a door to the right. Andrew goes straight to it and knocks.
 

"Come in," I hear a woman on the other side of the door say.
 

Andrew opens the door. "Hi, Dr. Alston,” he says. “Vivienne is here to see you."
 

"Of course. Come on in."
 

Andrew steps in and stands with his back to the door, holding it open for me. I sneak in between him and the jamb to see Dr. Alston sitting behind a desk.

"Is there any other way into your office?" Andrew asks.
 

"No, just the room behind you, but no outside access," she says, looking at the same door Andrew is leaning against.

Andrew quickly figures it out and checks the other room. Then, turning back to me, he says, "I'll be right outside if you need me."

"Thanks," I say, and he slips out, closing the door behind him.
 

"Hello, Vivienne, how are you doing?" she asks as she looks me up and down.
 

"Great," I say, but I feel a little uncomfortable at her gawking.
 

"You look amazing," she says with a bright smile on her face, and I relax. "You've put on some weight. Good job."

I blush a little bit. "It's all the food Mikah's been feeding me."

She laughs. "I'll bet. Come in, have a seat."

"Thanks." I do as she says and take a seat in the chair across from her. Then I look around her office. It's decorated in warm browns and tans, not sterile at all, but rather homey looking. She has a few landscape pictures on her walls, but nothing clinical. Though there are no windows, the room is well lit by lamps. The florescent lights overhead are off.
 

"So, you've been eating okay?"

"Yeah. I have some issues with meat, particularly red meat. The smell turns my stomach," I say, making a face.
 

"That's not all that uncommon. When we're pregnant, our bodies tend to crave the things it thinks it needs and reject the things it doesn't, or at least doesn't like. What about white meat? Like chicken or pork?"
 

I notice that as she asks these questions she isn't very doctorly – if there is such a word. She's talking to me like I'm a person, not a patient, and I warm up to her a little bit more.
 

"If I don't smell it in raw form, I'm okay, though mixing it into pastas or soups makes it easier for me to eat," I tell her.
 

"What about vitamins, have you been taking them?"
 

I nod. "Three times a day.” Partly because Mikah is insistent about them, but I leave that part out. “The one in the morning makes me a little nauseous, but it doesn't last for very long.”

Her cell phone rings. I don't expect her to answer it, but she picks it up. "Dr. Alston." She listens for a moment. "Hi, Mikah." Oh, fabulous. He's checking up on me. "I don't see why that would be a problem, but have you asked Vivienne?" She pauses again. "Well, she's right here. Want to ask her yourself? Alright, hang on."

NINETEEN

She reaches across her desk to hand me her phone. "It's Mikah," she mouths.
 

I take the phone from her, shaking my head in disbelief. “Hello."

"Hi, sweetheart. Look, I wanted to be there but I can't. I'm still in Phoenix taking care of stuff, but I'm wondering if it would be alright if I video conference in on your appointment?"

What? "Why?"

There is a pause on the other end of the line. I'm about to say
hello
again when he pipes up. "I really wanted to be there to support you today, and I can't, so...well...I was hoping this would be okay."

I take a deep breath - not in anger or frustration, but at the fact that this is one of the many signs he’s shown over the last couple of weeks that there is more than friendship between us. His persistence in making sure I’m well taken care of extends to the baby, and I don't want to deny him this.
 

"It's fine, though I have no idea how-"

"Don't worry about it, Dr. Alston knows. Hand the phone back to her and I'll see you in a minute."

"Ohhkaaay." I hand the phone back to Dr. Alston, my stomach flip flopping with excitement at the idea of seeing Mikah. Sure, I'd talked to him on the phone last night, but it’s not the same. Speaking of which: Why didn't he bring this up last night?
 

"Sure, okay. Call me back in about ten minutes and we should be ready." She pulls the phone away from her ear and presses a button. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Yeah, it just took me by surprise. I talked to him last night and he didn’t mention anything about wanting to be here."

She shrugs. “I'll set him up so that he can't see much more than a little bit of you and the monitor. I'd like to do another ultrasound, just to check on progress. After today, we will wait a couple of months for another one."
 

I nod, a little excited at the prospect of seeing my baby again.
 

"Did you open the envelope I gave you last time?"

"Envelope? What..." I think back for a moment. "Oh, you mean the one where you wrote down the baby's sex?"
 

She nods and smiles wide, hopeful.
 

"Um, no," I say shyly.
 

"Do you really not want to know?"
 

I think about it for a minute. What are the reasons to not know? Other than the surprise when it's born? "I guess I kinda forgot about the envelope. I haven't seen it since you gave it to me. But yes." I smile wide. "Yes, I want to know."

Dr. A., in a very uncharacteristic manner, starts clapping excitedly. I can't help but laugh at her reaction.
 

"Come on, let's have a look." She stands, comes around her desk, heads toward a door next to the main door into her office and opens it.
 

I stand hesitantly, not sure where she's taking me.
 

"I have a private ultrasound and exam room in here."
 

Oh.

I follow her into the room. This room is a little bit more clinical, but it’s still decorated in the light tans with red as an accent color, and it looks nice. There are a couple of monitors near the head of a short bed that has stirrups coming off of the end.
 

"I'm going to step back into my office. I would like you to remove your pants and underwear." She hands me a blanket, similar to the one that was on my hospital bed. It is far from warm, but it beats sitting here naked. "Climb up and cover yourself with this when you're done. Once we're done with Mikah and the ultrasound, I'd like to do an internal examination, if that's alright."
 

I nod and she turns to leave.

TWENTY

After just a minute or so I hear her knock. "You all set?" she asks through the door.
 

"Yeah," I call back, and she comes in.
 

"Go ahead and lie back," she says as the thing in her hand starts ringing. It's not a phone; it’s similar, but bigger, white with the Apple logo on the underside. She pushes a button and waits. "Hi, Mikah," she says and then turns the machine toward me.