Chapter 244 Do I?
We finally arrive at the hospital close to 5 am. He parks in the mostly empty parking lot of the emergency room. I'm still shaking with nerves. I think this is the first time I've ever been checked out like this. I know for sure it's the first time I've been checked after Jay touched me.
That alone is making me nervous. What do I say? What if they don't believe me? Do I need to say anything? I really don't feel like talking a lot tonight.
I don't have any shoes on, so Trent just lifts me in his arms and marches through the double doors, then he places me in the nearest chair before he moves up to the nurse behind the desk.
I can't look her in the face. I play with my fingers and keep my attention on Trent's shoes.
"How can I help you?" She asks politely.
"Yes, my girlfriend needs to be checked out for sexual trauma," he mumbles quietly.
"Of course. Have a seat and please fill this out. We'll be right with you," she assures us.
Trent sits down in the chair next to mine and he hands me the check-in paperwork. This is literally the last thing I feel like doing tonight, but I also know Trent doesn't have the information to fill it out.
I look at the insurance part and I groan. "I don't have my insurance card... or my debit card... I don't even have my ID!" I mumble.
"No worries," Trent whispers pulling out his phone, and once again kissing the top of my head. He's been doing that since he found me. It's like he needs to kiss me to make sure I don't disappear again.
What is he doing?
"Hey, Rick. Yeah, we found her. I'm at the ER right now, but she doesn't have her insurance... yeah... uh-huh... go ahead," he states filling in some information at the top of the page. "Got it! Thanks man. We'll be calling you after she gets checked out."
And then he hangs up.
"All taken care of. Your sister and brother-in-law are worried about you, by the way," he says softly. "Rick called his friend Jeff and the security team. They were all looking for you since my dad is a bastard.
That surprised me. What does his dad have to do with this? I guess I'm missing quite a bit of information. I'll have to remember to ask him about it tomorrow.
I blush. "Thanks Trent. I know I should've told them what had been going on ages ago... I just... didn't want to put that on her," I sigh heavily in guilty.
"It's okay, baby. They understand. Just know your sister is probably going to interrogate you when you are done," he teases with a soft kiss to my temple before nuzzling the top of my head.
I fill out the information that I can. But I'm getting tired, and my eyes are blurry. They are just going to have to deal with the info I've got written down.
It doesn't take long until I'm called back. I guess that's a good thing because I don't want to be here any longer than I absolutely have to be.
Trent doesn't leave my side. He wraps a protective arm around me as we walk back to a room and closed the door for privacy and the nurse has me sit on the bed and remove Trent's sweats.
The doctor carefully and methodically checks me over, then he goes and runs some tests. When he's back, he gives me a grave look.
"It's too early to tell, Ms. Turner, but there is a possibility you are pregnant," the doctor informs me.
I nod my head. This wouldn't be the first time.
I look up at Trent and he looks slightly panicked. "Trent?"
He swallows looking uncomfortable. "Baby, I know... uh... that you might be pregnant... The thing is... there's about a 50% chance the baby would be mine," he mumbles, looking embarrassed. "I'm not going to push you one way or the other, Angel. This is your choice. Just know, if you choose to keep the baby, it will be mine either way."
I look at the doctor, he seems to have approval in his eyes, but says nothing, keeping his opinion to himself. "What would you like to do?"
My shaky hand ends on my belly. I've already done this once before and I convinced myself I did the right thing, even if I hadn't been given the option. I was just told to abort the baby. If I took the pill now, it wouldn't even exist. It's too early.
However, I don't want to do that again.
Trent is right. It could be his. I look up at his beautiful blue eyes, and he reaches for my hand, squeezing it, giving me his full support.
He's giving me a choice. Just like he has since the beginning.
And this time, I'm going to choose to wait and see. I want to believe that my baby would be Trent's. I wanted to have his baby anyway. I just hadn't thought it would come to this so soon.
"I'm going to wait and see. And if I am pregnant, I'm going to keep it."
Trent sighs and slumps into me. "Thank you," he whispers, placing soft kisses across my face, like he's worshiping me with his lips.
As long as I've got him, I think I'll be able to handle this.