“You did good. You might spot for a little while. How about you get dressed and we’ll talk, okay?”
“Okay.”
She gives me privacy while I change, then she’s back rolling toward me on her stool as I sit at the end of the table swinging my legs nervously.
“So, Amy. You’re eighteen. You said you are not sexually active so I just need to ask if you plan to be so we can talk about that.”
“Um. Maybe. I think so.” I shrug.
“Well, just to be safe, I think taking a birth control pill is something you should consider. You will still want to consider using condoms as well because birth control pills don’t keep you safe from disease. I can write you a prescription for the birth control and I’d also like you to take a multivitamin as well. Do you have anything else you want to talk about?”
“I have trouble sleeping. I have nightmares. I don’t want to take medication though.”
“There are natural supplements that might work for you. I’ll write those down as well. Do you have any other questions for me?”
“How long will the pill take to start working?”
“I would give it about seven days.”
“Oh.” She must hear the disappointment in my voice and chuckles. She hands me a few sheets of paper and points me to the exit.
“Here are a few pamphlets on the pill as well as information on those supplements I told you about. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to call. It was really nice to meet you Amy. My office will call with the results of your exam.”
“Thanks.”
Laney greets me as soon as I walk out and gives me a curious smile.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. She was really nice. Thanks for taking care of this for me Laney. It means a lot.”
“Absolutely. So, lunch? Then where to?”
“I want to buy lingerie. Dillon gave me his card.” I smile.
I can tell Laney tries very hard to contain her excitement. She winks at me. “I have the perfect place.”
Laney likes to shop and Laney likes lingerie. We spend over two hours in this huge store that is filled from floor to ceiling with tiny pieces of clothing and some other things I’ve just recently read about. She ends up with two bags and I walk out with one very tiny bag.
Once we get back to the ranch, I sneak away to Laney’s room to hide my purchase and then I hurry back downstairs before Dillon catches me.
As soon as I enter the kitchen, Dillon walks quickly over to me and places his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him. We’re so close I have to tilt my head up to see him. He looks down at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes. “How did it go? Is everything okay?”
“Um.” Does he want to know about what they did to me? “I’m okay. I had to have an exam. It hurt a little but I’m fine now. She gave me a prescription.”
“What for?” he asks with his eyebrows drawn with concern.
“Birth control.”
“Oh.”
I can’t read his expression. I wish I could rewind time a few minutes. Was that too much information? “They’ll call me with the results from my exam in a few days. She also gave me names of multivitamins and sleep aids that she wants me to try.”
“Okay. I can take you tomorrow.” He bends and places a kiss on my forehead. “I’m gonna go out and help my dad on the grill.”
“Okay.”
Dillon disappears out back while Laney and I gab in the kitchen while chopping up some vegetables for a salad. Daisy is singing at the table, swinging her legs in her chair and coloring.
“Amy, some of my girlfriends and I try to get together once a month for dinner. You know? Like a girl’s night out. You’re welcome to come. We usually just a pick a place around Denver and meet there. Maybe Dillon can drive you down and hang out with Caiden and Lily while we go out. It would be good for you to get out of here every once in a while.”
“I’d love that.”
“Awnt Amy! Come see what I colaw,” Daisy says proudly, holding up a piece of paper with both hands and bouncing up and down on her butt in her chair.
“Who is that?”
“That you!” She points with her little finger to a stick figure dressed in a pink triangle. “And that Mommy, Gwandpa, and Unco Dewin! It fow you!”
“Me? I love it Daisy. Thank you.” I have to blink the tears away otherwise, they will just keep coming. Too much is happening too fast. It all seems too good to be true.
I sit next to her and grab a crayon. I colored a lot when I was little. I draw a picture of a stick figure with bouncy curls and a big smile and write Daisy’s name at the top.
“There. That’s you!” I hand her the picture and she giggles.