More nights than not, I slept in the spare bedroom downstairs off of the staircase because I was too emotional to sleep in the bed I had shared with Chad. When I did sleep upstairs, just the smell of his pillow would bring tears to my eyes, anger rolling through me causing me to throw the pillow across the room. My emotions would get the best of me and I would climb out of bed, still sobbing and pick up the pillow, hugging it tight to my chest and crawl back into bed to cry myself to sleep.
I can't wait to talk to him. The first thing I'm going to say to him is that I'm pissed off because of those papers he left on my dresser. Getting home from the base later on his deployment day, I found the bundle of papers he left on my dresser with a post-it note on top telling me to read them and keep them safe. They were bank papers, Chad's will, the deed to his land and the papers for his truck, all with my name added to all of them. They made me feel as if he was thinking he wasn't coming back. Dana had reassured me he had done it to make sure that the resources he had were available to me if I needed them, that Chad wanted me to be able to make decisions about the land if I wanted to. Maybe put up a barn and get some horses.
That had broken my heart because Chad knows how much I want to have horses and sheep, maybe even some pigs. I wouldn't do it without him, I can't do it without him. Dana says I can get the construction of the barn underway and the laying of fence line between her property and ours, stretching all the way back to the tree line if I want. I haven't really put much thought into it yet, but Harlan has volunteered to help me when I need it. He's a great guy, I'm glad Kendall finally gave him a chance and I have called on him once so far.
Last week I bought a small patio set to put out on the cement space right outside the kitchen glass doors. It was red metal, four chairs and a table with an umbrella. It was cute and it looked great sitting out there still wrapped in the plastic. Harlan had helped unload it out of the back of my rusty pickup. I hope Chad likes it, I'll have to take a picture to show him or send him so he can see it. God damn, I miss the hell out of that man.
Kendall is humming as she pulls her car into the small parking lot of Doc Young's office, parking next to Becca's bright pink Lexus. Becca was a mid-thirty-ish woman from New York, moving down here after her husband joined the Air Force. He was a surgeon who was currently in Germany right now working at an Armed Forces hospital. She was a nice, personable woman who did general practice, answering any health questions poised to her. Her receptionist, Darla, waved a small, plump hand at us as Kendall and I came through the door causing the bell to sound.
"Hey Rhea," she smiled, handing me a clipboard and a pen, "you know the routine. You sure do look down dear," Darla's brows creased over her almond shaped green eyes, making her face seem even chubbier than it really was. She pushed her black rimmed glasses up from the tip of her nose and paused in her typing to look over me, as if she had x-ray vision. She was maybe forty with dark brown hair, always kept in a messy bun with what looked like chop sticks sticking out of it.
I just nodded at her and took the board, sitting down next to Kendall with a sigh. She was already busy flipping through a COSMO magazine as I filled in the simple questions about the symptoms. When it came to the question about my last period I paused, drawing a blank on when it had begun and ended. Reaching in my purse my hand searched for my birth control container but my mind started to race when I can't find the familiar round, beige dispenser. Kendall gives me a sideways glance, "What's wrong Ray?"
"Nothin'," I try to answer without sounding worried. She ignores me, her eyes back on the article about Channing Tatum, but I'm reeling inside. I don't really have time to think over this as Doc Young comes through the room, smiling at me.
"Come on," she waves me to her, "you look white as a ghost."
"Yeah I've gotten sick a couple times today," I hand her the clipboard, leaving my purse with Kendall.
Becca leads me back to the spacious exam room, directing me to sit up on the table and to roll up my sleeves. I roll off the answers to her questions while she takes my temperature and blood pressure, all the while the issue of my missing birth control running through my mind. Come to think of it, I can't even remember when the last time was that I actually took my pill. Saying my pressure and temp look normal she hands me a little white cup, leading me to the ladies room to give her a urine sample.
I do as told, in robot mode, and place the cup in the little window where her assistant will collect it from once I'm out of the room. Washing my hands I return to the empty exam room, sitting on the edge of the table, my feet swinging mindlessly as I try and not ring my hands right off my wrists waiting for Doc Young to return.
Looking around the room my eyes settle on one of those anatomy posters that are so prevalent in doctor's offices, but this one makes me freeze. It was a pregnancy one, being an inside illustration of the womb, showing a growing fetus. Oh man, am I.....
"Well, good news Rhea," Becca comes back in, a smile on her face and a folder of papers in her hand, "you're pregnant!"
WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
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