Grabbing the dress lying on my bed, I slid it over the hanger. Putting the dress on the bed, I proceeded to slide all my dresses over the hangers, which didn’t take long as there were only six dresses.
The door of the bedroom opened and Gideon sauntered in holding a plate with different assortments of food and a bag of some sort. Giving him a glance, I went back to my dresses.
“You didn’t eat breakfast,” Gideon stated.
I just ignored him, like I had been doing for the past two weeks, grabbing the dresses I went inside the walk-in closet. Hanging the dresses on the metal rails, I strode back to the bedroom.
Gideon was sitting on the bed with the plate resting on his thigh, while the bag was on the bed. Without sparing him a glance, I made my way to the door, eager to get away from Gideon, but he stopped me.
“Alice, stop acting like a child and come eat something,” Gideon said in a stern voice.
“I’m not hungry,” I shot back. But the truth was, I was famished, but just looking at the food had me feeling queasy. I had a feeling I might be coming down with a stomach bug.
“Alice, come back here and eat something,” Gideon repeated.
Sighing deeply, I decided to tell Gideon the truth, it didn’t matter that I was mad at him, I vowed to be a good wife, and I was not going to break my promise that I made in front of God.
“Gideon, I’m not feeling well, so please don’t ask me to eat, I can’t even look at food,” I told him.
Gideon’s eyebrows furrowed as concern flashed in his eyes. Standing up, he quickly strode over to me and gripped my shoulders.
“What do you mean you’re not feeling well?” Gideon placed a hand on my forehead to check if I was having a fever. “You don’t have a fever, come, sit down.” Gideon led me all the way to the bed.
“Tell me what are you feeling,” Gideon said softly, surprising me with his gentle behavior.
“I feel fine, just feel queasy when I look at food,” I answered, trying not to look at the plate filled with food.
“Queasy, as in nauseous?” Gideon enquired.
“Yes,” I told him.
Nodding his head, Gideon stood up. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Gideon went inside the bathroom and came back after a few seconds carrying five small boxes.
“Here, go and take these, I’ll be here.” Gideon handed me the boxes. Looking at the boxes my eyes widened when I saw five pregnancy tests all of different companies.
My heart started pounding as my throat went dry at the thought of being pregnant. I knew I married Gideon for the baby, but now, when there was a strong possibility that I could actually be pregnant with Gideon’s baby, I was terrified.
However, I did as Gideon said and went to the bathroom to see if I was pregnant or not. Closing the door behind me, I put the tests on the sink. With shaky hands I took out the tests from the boxes and one by one used them.
A knock sounded at the bathroom door. Opening the door, I stepped aside as Gideon entered the bathroom. Taking my hand, he led me to the sink where the pregnancy tests were sitting.
“How long until we know the results?” Gideon questioned.
“Um, two boxes said two minutes while the other three said three minutes,” I answered. My hand went to my necklace as a wave of anxiety washed over me.
Gideon rubbed my back in a soothing manner, his eyes never leaving the tests. Meanwhile, my fingers kept twisting the necklace around my neck. I wasn’t sure whether I should be happy or terrified. If I was indeed pregnant, then I would get the remaining fifty thousand pounds that Gideon promised me and I would fulfill my end of the bargain, but the thought of spending nine months carrying a baby and suffering from hormones and nausea made me wish I had never agreed to this deal.
Grabbing all of the tests at once, Gideon ran his eyes over each one. I just stared at him with wide eyes, afraid to know the answer.
A smile made its way on Gideon’s face as his eyes lit up with happiness. My heart sunk at seeing Gideon this happy. Before Gideon could utter a word from his mouth, I already what the results of the pregnancy tests were.
“You’re pregnant.” Gideon smiled at me, a megawatt smile that I had no clue Gideon was capable of. Putting the tests on the sink, Gideon took me in his arms and spun me around.
Putting me down, Gideon took my wrist and together we exited the bathroom. When we reached the bed, Gideon put the plate of food on the nightstand and gestured for me to sit on the bed.
“We are going to visit the doctor once you eat something, okay?” Gideon grabbed a slice of apple from the plate and handed it to me.
“I’m scared, Gideon,” I whispered. It was only when the words left my mouth did I realize what I had said. Shit, Gideon wasn’t supposed to know what I was feeling.
Putting the slice of apple back in the plate, Gideon cupped my face. “Why, little fairy? Why are you scared?” Gideon had never been this gentle with me.
“I—I don’t know.” I sobbed. Tears pricked my eyes as my heart constricted in fear.
“Hey.” Gideon wrapped me in secure embrace as tears fell freely from my eyes.
Bloody hell, woman what is wrong with you. You never cry, why are you crying now. You’re pregnant, not dying, stop crying! My subconscious scolded.
“Ssshhh, you have nothing to be scared of, I’m here and I’m not leaving you, got it?” Gideon kissed my forehead while rubbing my back.
Wow, if I had known he was going this gentle and sweet with me when I got pregnant, I would’ve gotten pregnant sooner, at least then he wouldn’t have called me a whore.
“I’m sorry.” I sniffed, pulling away from Gideon. “I didn’t mean to cry.”
“It’s okay, don’t apologize,” Gideon responded, kissing my temple.
Picking up the plate of food, Gideon placed it on the bed. “Eat something, then we’ll go to the doctor.”
“Gideon, I really can’t eat anything, please,” I whined.
“You have to eat something, little peach, it would not be good for the baby,” Gideon stated.
“But I really can’t, I might end up throwing up,” I argued.
Gideon sighed. “Okay, tell you what, if you eat the fruits in the plate, then after visiting the doctor we’ll go to see your brother,” Gideon told me.
“Really, you’ll take me to see Nico, promise?” I really wanted to see my brother, it had been so long. He was supposed to come live with us now, but Gideon had followed through with his consequences and threats, and Nico was going to come live with us after another two weeks.
“Yes, but you’ll have to eat the fruits in the plate first,” Gideon responded.
Without another word, I grabbed one of the two bananas from the plate and hurriedly peeled it off. Finishing the banana in three bites, I threw the peel back in the plate and immediately grabbed the other banana. Once the bananas were gone, I proceeded to eat all the eight slices of apple, which didn’t take me long to finish.
“Done, let’s go,” I told Gideon.
“Okay, go put on your hat, coat and gloves, I don’t want you catching a cold,” Gideon ordered.
Skipping to the walk-in closet, I quickly grabbed my coat, gloves and hat. Exiting the closet, I quickly out on my coat and slid my hands in the woolen gloves. Putting on my hat, I went to stand in front of Gideon.
“Done, let’s go, I want to see my brother,” I said.
Just the thought of seeing Nico after so long had me forgetting my fear of being pregnant. As long as I would have my brother, nothing could put my down. Nico was my happiness.
“We’ll go to the doctor first,” Gideon said as we exited the bedroom.
Gideon opened the door to Dr. Beck’s room. There was not much in the room. A desk was placed against one corner, behind which sat a woman who looked to be in her thirties. The walls were white with a few framed certificates hanging on one wall. A bed was placed against one wall, with one of those plastic curtains hanging from a metal rod.
“Mr. Maslow, what a pleasure to see you,” Dr. Beck said with a smile. She had a nice smile, soft and sweet.
How did the doctor know who Gideon was? Maybe, Gideon took an appointment before coming here. Or maybe he was just that famous that everybody knew him.
“Call me Gideon, and this is my wife, Alice,” Gideon said, putting his arm around my shoulders.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Maslow, how may I help you today?” Dr. Beck didn’t beat around the bush, that was good.
“My wife is pregnant, I would like you to take a look at her, make sure she’s alright,” Gideon told her.
Under normal circumstances, Gideon’s concern and gentle behavior would have me swooning over him. But I knew Gideon was not acting this way because of me, he was acting this way because of the baby.
“Oh, I assume the pregnancy test was positive?” Dr. Beck smiled once again. I wondered what her name was. Gideon didn’t tell me her name, and I was too preoccupied with the thought of seeing Nico to actually bother looking at the plaque nailed on the door.
“Five of them came out positive,” Gideon responded proudly.
“Alright, how far along do you think you are, Mrs. Maslow?” Dr. Beck asked me.
“Um, we got married two weeks ago, so, I guess two weeks, maybe one,” I answered.
“And you never engaged in any sort of sexual activity before you got married?” she enquired.
“No,” I replied.
“Well, okay, so if you are pregnant then it’s too early to tell because we can’t do an ultrasound, or it might all be false alarm,” Dr. Beck stated.
“Excuse me, what do you mean a false alarm, my wife is pregnant, she was feeling nauseous today,” Gideon told her.
“It could be a simple stomach bug, being nauseous does not always mean the person is pregnant,” Dr. Beck responded.
“All five of the pregnancy tests gave a positive result,” Gideon persisted. I could tell that Dr. Beck’s claims were starting to piss Gideon off.
“Pregnancy tests are never hundred percent reliable, Mr. Maslow, but I will take a sample of your wife’s blood to check for any sign of pregnancy,” Dr. Beck told Gideon, who was none too happy about Dr. Beck saying that I was not pregnant.
“Fine, but I’m telling you my wife is pregnant, I can feel it.” Gideon muttered the last part to himself.
“Right, Mrs. Maslow, if you could just hold out your arm I’ll take your blood,” Dr. Beck told me.
I did as she said and held out my right arm. Dr. Beck came and stood in front of me. Upon closer inspection, I was surprised to see exactly how blue the doctor’s eyes were, and there was a pimple on her left cheek.
Dr. Beck removed the cap of the syringe, rubbing some antiseptic liquid on my arm with a cotton ball, she placed the needle where she had rubbed the cotton on. I winced when the needle pierced my skin. It hurt when crimson blood left my body and flowed in the syringe. The sight of my blood both disgusted and fascinated me.
All too soon it was over. Dr. Beck withdrew the needle from my arm and bandaged the pierced area. Putting the cap back on the syringe, Dr. Beck went behind her desk and sat down.
“I have taken a sample of her blood, Mr. Maslow, you can come and collect the reports in three days.” Dr. Beck then turned to me. “And do take another pregnancy test after a week, just to be sure, and as a precaution, I’m prescribing you some vitamins, do not forget to take them, you can come back if you have any problem,” she said.
“Thank you, doctor,” I told her.
“Well, we should get going, thank you so much for your time, Dr. Beck.” Gideon stood up, while I followed his lead.
“It’s no problem at all,” Dr. Beck replied.
“Let’s go, Alice.” Taking my hand, Gideon all but dragged me out of Dr. Beck’s room and out of the hospital.
Once we were in the car did Gideon finally let lose all the anger he had reigned in while we were with the gynecologist.
“That stupid doctor, who the hell gave her the fuckin’ degree?” Gideon seethed. “Like hell you’re not pregnant, I know you’re pregnant, I can feel it.”
“Gideon, relax, the doctor was just being cautious, she didn’t come outright and said that I wasn’t pregnant, she just said it’s too early to tell,” I said softly, trying to calm my husband.
“Well she should be sure. I mean, I’m sure that you’re pregnant,” he seethed.
Well, you’re not a doctor, my subconscious stated.
“Well ignore her, if you believe I’m pregnant then you must be right. By the way, you never told me what the doctor’s name was,” I said, trying to change the subject.
“You are pregnant. And her name isn’t important, hell she shouldn’t even be called a doctor since she can’t do her bloody job right,” he snapped.
“Okay, we’ll go to another doctor the next time, okay. Let’s go and see my brother.” I fastened my seatbelt. “You are going to take me to see Nico, right?”
“Yes, of course, I promised to take you, plus it would make you happy, after all, a happy mother means a healthy baby,” Gideon responded.
Gideon wasted no time in driving out of the hospital. I had a feeling that Gideon would not come back to this hospital ever again.
However, once again my thoughts were occupied with that of my little brother. I was so excited to see Nico after two weeks. I hope he was okay and happy with Kieran, I did not trust Nico with anyone. If Kieran had not taken proper care of my brother I swear I was going to pull out his heart and would switch it with Nico’s.
I couldn’t wait to see my little brother.