The One Addicted(108)
I flick the lights off and make my way up stairs, conscious of the late hour but I as I brush my teeth and ready for bed, I find it hard to shake the ominous feeling that is beginning to feel like a second skin of late and press my hand to my stomach instinctively.
Unfortunately the camera in the bedroom is not in the best position for seeing Lucia undress and now that she is finally parted from Silver, he would like to settle down and catch up on the latest episode of The Lucia Myers Show.
He laughs to himself in the car at his stupid joke. That was pretty witty for late on a Sunday night.
“Come on, Lucia - move a little to the right so I can see you… shit.”
It wasn’t going to work. “For fuck’s sake what are you doing in there?”
She was back and forth, from the room, to the bathroom, and then finally she comes into focus again, unclipping her hair and removing her make-up at her dressing - table.
“Nice tan, love - shame I can’t see your white bits - come on - give a guy a chance - take your top off at least.”
He grunts in annoyance as the light goes out, in answer to his plea and he watches her climb into her large bed. That same bed he had pleasured himself in, only a few days earlier.. It makes him hard just thinking about being that close to her. “I hope you haven’t changed the sheets Lucia - then you wouldn’t have me so close to you.”
Having infra-red on the camera was an ingenious invention and he grins as her eyes glow neon in the dark. “Can’t sleep eh? What could be keeping you awake, my Lucia - don’t fear, I am here to watch over you.”
She curls up and closes her eyes. The clock in his car shines midnight - time for him to make a move as he had a busy few days and nights ahead of him. No, she wasn’t going to give him anything else to get excited about tonight.
He looks down at the ripped picture he’d stolen from her fridge, wishing her mouth was on his cock right now. “Good to have you home where you belong, Lucia. Sweet dreams.”
“Lucia Myers?”
“That’s me.” Standing, I place the crumpled Bodley News down on the chair next to me, grab my bag and smile nervously at the female doctor holding open her office door to me. Ok, here goes. Deep breaths.
We enter the room and the click of the door in its casing echoes in the new practice surroundings and I take a second to assess the decor - Elysium had put in a bid to tender when the new medical surgery was being built but were unsuccessful as we were too ‘fledging’. TNC Design had won the coup and hadn’t done a bad job but I could definitely have done a better job - it was still too 80’s and not in a good new wave-way.
Dr. Graham gently coughs to alert me back to the present and I sit up straight, as though I’m in front of my old school headmistress. “So, what can I do for you today?”
I rummage in my handbag and locate the items that once seen, no words need explain, then place them gingerly in a neat line across her desk.
“Ok, what have we here? One, two, three… four pregnancy tests. All positive.”
I nod.
“Is this something expected - have you been trying to get pregnant?”
I shake my head.
“Ok. Well let’s start by doing a few tests and a repeat pregnancy test here. Then we’ll have a talk about things.”
Finally I speak. “Ok thanks, Dr. Graham.”
She puts her pen down and gives me a comforting smile. “Was one test not enough?”
“No.” I look at her sympathetic face and am suddenly defensive of my actions. “No, honestly it wasn’t. I did the first test and it came up with one line. The instructions told me one line for no, two lines for yes, I just thought I wasn’t pregnant. I was interrupted when I was testing and put the sticks in my bag and then at a later date, when rummaging, the same stick fell out and it now had two pink lines, although as you can see, the second line is paler in tone than the first.” I’m aware I’m rabbiting and from the sympathetic frown deepening by the second on her brow, my nerves are apparent.
“Sometimes it can take a little longer for the second line to show up but it will only show up if the HCG pregnancy hormone is present - maybe you didn’t wait long enough the first time?”
“Hmm. Well, I did the second test in the kit - this one…” I wave the identical stick in the air as proof and then select the two Clearblue digital pens. “And it came back with two lines pretty much immediately. Then I dip-tested these two tests consecutively for added measure. These, as you can see, actually said ‘pregnant’ so no need to panic about lines and delays.” The waffling has increased big-time.