Redeeming Kyle: 69 Bottles #3 (12 page)

“How’d you know?”
 

She smiles politely at me. “Dr. Paige told Dr. B to provide you with privacy and discretion. So there’s no one here now and she is closing when you’re done, so no one else will be here.”
 

“She didn’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense.” She smiles. “Can you fill this out for me?” She hands me a clipboard. I notice the majority of the paperwork is filled out already; I just need to fill in my insurance information. Which I have and do quickly. Verifying the information, I sign the papers and give them back to the nurse. “Perfect, thank you, Addison. Can you come back with me?”

Kyle and Talon stand up. “Breathe, boys. Please let me do this initial part alone. I will send the nurse to come and get you as soon as my initial exam is done.”
 

“But…” Talon protests.
 

“I am not leaving you out of this. I just need to get my exam done without you guys there. I am nervous enough, I don’t need you guys freaking me out more.”
 

“I promise you guys that if Dr. B does an ultrasound, which is pretty likely, I will come and get you,” the nurse says to them. They both relax.
 

“Thank you,” I tell them, both kiss me on the cheeks and I go back with the nurse.
 

“I’m Becky, by the way,” The nurse says.
 

“Hi Becky, Addison, but you knew that already.” I smile at her.
 

“They’re very protective of you.” I smile at her.
 

“Yes, they are. We have a very unconventional relationship,” I tell her very nonchalantly.
 

“As in, the three of you?” She gasps and I wink. “Wow. You go girl…” I laugh. “Okay, I’m going to take your height and weight, then I’m going to draw some blood so we can do a hormone test. That will confirm your pregnancy.”
 

I chuckle. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got that nailed already.”
 

She smiles, “Well, we will do it anyway, plus it will give us a base for where you’re measuring and how far along you are.” I want to roll my eyes. I already know, but that’s alright.

I lean forward, putting my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. The nurse just took Addison back for her exam and I can hardly breathe. Panic, fear, and anxiety…those are just some of the emotions running through me that I can name.
 

“How you doin’, cowboy?”
 

I scrub my face and sit up. “I’m a fucking wreck. You?”
 

I feel his hand rub along my back. “The same.” I hear him take a deep breath. “I’m so confused right now. I don’t…I don’t know what to think.”
 

He puts his head against the wall behind our chairs. His eyes are closed and I can see the tension in his neck. “Will this ever get easier?”
 

“I’d imagine at some point it will,” he says quietly. “Though the way I feel right now, I don’t know that it will be anytime soon.”
 

“You know, until this morning I think I was growing okay with it.”
 

He brings his head up to look at me. “What changed this morning?”
 

“The bump,” I say quietly. “I don’t mean it’s a bad thing, it’s just, it’s really fast, Talon.”
 

He leans forward, much like I was a minute ago, scrubbing his face. “I know,” he says in to his hands so it’s muffled. “It’s not normal. Is it?”
 

I shrug. “I don’t think so, but what scares me the most is what the book says.”
 

He looks back at me. “What?” he asks slightly exasperated, I don’t blame him.
 

“I read in the book, it doesn’t touch on the subject much, but it’s there.”

“Spill it, please, Ky, I can’t…” He scrubs his face again.
 

“Twins, Talon. The book talks a little about carrying multiples.” My heart starts racing as I watch the shock settle across his features. “It says that a sign of twins or,” I swallow hard, “more, means increases in symptoms, earlier signs of pregnancy…” I stop when his eyes widen. I don’t know what else to say but at this point it’s all speculation. I lean forward, “Aw hell, who am I kidding, I think my mind is just running out of control.”
 

“God, I hope so. I can’t keep handling all of this unknown. It’s driving me crazy.”
 

“It’s why we’re here,” I say.

It only takes Dr. Breckenridge a minute to come in after I get seated on the table. “Hi Addison, I’m Dr. Breckenridge. It’s nice to meet you. Paige and I had a nice chat about you this morning.”
 

“Great to meet you too.” Dr. B is young, like Paige is, she’s a little heavier set, but not at all unattractive. I’m comforted immediately by her. “I hope it was all good things.”
 

She laughs. “It was. So, tell me, Addison, how are you feeling?”
 

“Bloated, tired as hell, my boobs hurt like a bitch.” She laughs. “But other than that, I feel great.”
 

“Good. We ran your blood work, I’m a little concerned.”
 

“Why?”
 

“Because your hormone level is higher than I’d expect. When did you say your last period was?”
 

“March fifth.”
 

She does a twist of the circle in her hand. “That puts you due around December tenth. But that means you’re only five weeks along. Give or take a day or two. But your blood HCg is running about double that.” I slide down off of the table.
 

I lower the blanket, “Would that explain why I have this?” I show her my little pouch.
 

“That wasn’t there before?” she asks.
 

“No, I just discovered it this morning.”
 

She smiles at me. “I think it might. Let’s do the exam and then we will run an ultrasound, how’s that sound?”
 

I nod and climb back up and lay back. She brings the stirrup cups out and helps me guide my heels into them. “Scoot down just a little bit.” I do as she asks and I can hear her stretching gloves. The room goes eerily quiet and all I can hear is the sound of my blood pumping through my ears.
 

She starts her exam and I squirm. I’m sensitive, compliments of Talon and Kyle. “Does that hurt?”
 

“No, just sensitive.”

She laughs, “I’d imagine, keeping up with those two.”
 

I blush as red as a cherry. “How’d…”

She chuckles, “Becky is a little too talkative sometimes.”
 

“Does that bother you?” I ask.
 

“No, in fact, I think it’s awesome. So long as you’re happy, and I know Paige will understand too. She’s a wild girl herself.”
 

“Oh my god,” I squeak. “I had no idea.”
 

She laughs and continues. “Paige said your last pap was about nine months ago, I’m going to go ahead and run another one for you, if that’s alright.”
 

“As long as you call with the results and then make sure Dr. Paige gets them.”
 

“Of course.”
 

I can feel her moving around down there and I try to ignore it. After just a couple more minutes she’s done. “This is going to be tender, but I will try and be gentle,” she says as she slides two fingers inside of me and then pokes along my lower abdomen. I flinch. “I can feel your cysts that Paige talked about. I also feel the reason why you’re here.”

She pulls back, pulls off her gloves and throws them into the red container. Then I watch as she washes her hands and sanitizes them. The routine is so mundane; I realize that I’m over focusing on everything else to avoid the elephant in the room. Then she comes to stand at my side. “Paige said you had implants done about six or seven years ago.”
 

I nod, “Is that going to be a problem for breastfeeding?”
 

“I doubt it. You had them go in under the muscle for one, and for two, if your boobs are hurting that means they’re doing what they’re supposed to be doing during pregnancy.” She begins examining one breast, she’s pushing and I flinch. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m almost done.” She moves onto the other one. “No, I think you’ll do fine in the breastfeeding department, but the next few months might be really painful. You may start to notice your scars more. You have armpit incisions?” I nod and she pulls her hands back, covering me again. “I imagine that as you develop closer to delivery, you’ll see them and feel them again.”
 

I nod and sit up.
 

“What questions do you have?” she asks as she sits down to write down her exam notes.
 

“I’m on tour right now, living on a bus, up late at night, is that going to be a problem?”
 

“I don’t see why not. I’m going to give you a prenatal vitamin prescription that you need to take every day. I recommend at night, after dinner. Stay away from pain relievers other than acetaminophen for aches. Though I can tell you it won’t help much with the breast soreness. Stick to the recommended dosage and do it as a last resort. If you catch a cold or think you’re getting sick, call Dr. Paige or me, one of us will call in a prescription for you or determine if you have to see someone. How much longer are you on the road?”

I do the mental math quickly. “Seven or eight weeks, can’t remember for sure, but we have a break where I’ll be going back to LA.”
 

“When is that?”
 

“Um, four or five weeks from now.”
 

“Good, make an appointment with Paige. With your history of PCOS, I can imagine she will want to keep you under supervision throughout your pregnancy. You’re not exactly considered high risk at this point, but you’ll need to pay attention to your body. If it tells you to sleep, sleep. If it tells you to eat, eat. If you feel pain or aches, pick up the phone and call one of us. Here…” she reaches over and pulls a couple of pamphlets off of the wall holders, “read these, they’re shortened lists of good foods, bad foods and what to avoid, like caffeine. There’s dozens of books out there, but I recommend the What to Expect books.”