Color Blind (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Single Mom Steamy Romance Novel) by Vivian Ward
Authors: Vivian Ward
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check on her in a bit and see if she wants to eat?”
Lorraine nodded her head and bid her goodbye. After my car was out of sight, Lorraine headed into the bedroom to check on Nevaeh.
Chapter Seven
I anxiously sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. I found myself twirling a loose string at the bottom of my shirt. Are they ever going to call me back there ? While I waited, I thought of all the possible outcomes and how they might affect me and Nevaeh.
Lorraine and Tyrone are great friends . They both loved Nevaeh as if she was their own and would help with anything they might need. Oh, why did this happen to my baby? What did she—or I—ever do to deserve something like this. It’s never good when the doctor calls you to come in for lab results—is it? Indeed, if it were something minor, they would’ve just said so over the phone. My stomach began churning as I played out different scenarios in my head.
The doctor’s office appeared busy. There was no telling how long I would sit and wait. I glanced down at my watch; it was 10 minutes past the appointment time.
“ Ms. Harris?” a voice called.
“ Yes,” I stood up and followed the woman into a tiny room.
“ You can take a seat in here and Dr. Herber will be with you shortly. He’s finishing up with a patient right now and then he’ll grab Nevaeh’s chart to discuss her testing with you.”
I looked around the brightly decorated room and noticed how incredibly yellow the walls were. White and orange ducks painted a scene on the banana yellow color . Baby ducklings were following their mother duckling as they walked along a trail. I pictured Nevaeh as one of the baby ducks following the mom. For the first time in a long time, I cracked a half-hearted smile as I thought about how much my little girl looked up to me.
I was glad it was summer and Nevaeh was out of school. If she had gotten sick during the school year, she would’ve already missed a couple of weeks. It made me realize that she might miss school during the year, depending on the news I was about to receive. I envisioned going to school, meeting with all of Nevaeh’s teachers and gathering her homework. The two of us would work tediously on her lessons to ensure she wouldn’t fall behind her peers. It would be so time-consuming . How would I work then?
Suddenly, I was pulled out of her thoughts when Dr. Herber entered the room. He was a small man, most likely working a few years past his retirement age. His thinning white hair and wrinkled skin gave him away. He loved children; his demeanor was always patient and kind.
“ Ms. Harris?” Dr. Herber extended his hand.
“ Hi, Dr. Herber.” I reached out to return the handshake. “Janice called and said you needed to go over Nevaeh’s labs with me.” My heart began to race again.
“ Yes, that’s right .” He began to leaf through her chart until he found the blood test results. “Here we go.” He smiled at me, “I thought I’d misplaced her test results.”
He pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, using his lap as a makeshift table. “According to her lab work, it appears her white blood cell count is elevated as well as her CRP, or C-reactive protein. This tells us that inflammation is present. The rest of her labs checked out fine, indicating there is no virus, bacteria or fungi infection present within the blood.”
“ That’s good, right?”
“ Well so far, yes, but we did some additional testing. Now, I noticed in her patient history you marked a lot of ‘no’s’ regarding the family history section. With the symptoms Nevaeh’s presenting and based on these lab results, I requested additional blood testing for genetic markers which might indicate other possibilities. She tested positive for HLA-B27; it’s a genetic marker that indicates juvenile ankylosing spondylitis.”
“ I
Lorraine nodded her head and bid her goodbye. After my car was out of sight, Lorraine headed into the bedroom to check on Nevaeh.
Chapter Seven
I anxiously sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. I found myself twirling a loose string at the bottom of my shirt. Are they ever going to call me back there ? While I waited, I thought of all the possible outcomes and how they might affect me and Nevaeh.
Lorraine and Tyrone are great friends . They both loved Nevaeh as if she was their own and would help with anything they might need. Oh, why did this happen to my baby? What did she—or I—ever do to deserve something like this. It’s never good when the doctor calls you to come in for lab results—is it? Indeed, if it were something minor, they would’ve just said so over the phone. My stomach began churning as I played out different scenarios in my head.
The doctor’s office appeared busy. There was no telling how long I would sit and wait. I glanced down at my watch; it was 10 minutes past the appointment time.
“ Ms. Harris?” a voice called.
“ Yes,” I stood up and followed the woman into a tiny room.
“ You can take a seat in here and Dr. Herber will be with you shortly. He’s finishing up with a patient right now and then he’ll grab Nevaeh’s chart to discuss her testing with you.”
I looked around the brightly decorated room and noticed how incredibly yellow the walls were. White and orange ducks painted a scene on the banana yellow color . Baby ducklings were following their mother duckling as they walked along a trail. I pictured Nevaeh as one of the baby ducks following the mom. For the first time in a long time, I cracked a half-hearted smile as I thought about how much my little girl looked up to me.
I was glad it was summer and Nevaeh was out of school. If she had gotten sick during the school year, she would’ve already missed a couple of weeks. It made me realize that she might miss school during the year, depending on the news I was about to receive. I envisioned going to school, meeting with all of Nevaeh’s teachers and gathering her homework. The two of us would work tediously on her lessons to ensure she wouldn’t fall behind her peers. It would be so time-consuming . How would I work then?
Suddenly, I was pulled out of her thoughts when Dr. Herber entered the room. He was a small man, most likely working a few years past his retirement age. His thinning white hair and wrinkled skin gave him away. He loved children; his demeanor was always patient and kind.
“ Ms. Harris?” Dr. Herber extended his hand.
“ Hi, Dr. Herber.” I reached out to return the handshake. “Janice called and said you needed to go over Nevaeh’s labs with me.” My heart began to race again.
“ Yes, that’s right .” He began to leaf through her chart until he found the blood test results. “Here we go.” He smiled at me, “I thought I’d misplaced her test results.”
He pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, using his lap as a makeshift table. “According to her lab work, it appears her white blood cell count is elevated as well as her CRP, or C-reactive protein. This tells us that inflammation is present. The rest of her labs checked out fine, indicating there is no virus, bacteria or fungi infection present within the blood.”
“ That’s good, right?”
“ Well so far, yes, but we did some additional testing. Now, I noticed in her patient history you marked a lot of ‘no’s’ regarding the family history section. With the symptoms Nevaeh’s presenting and based on these lab results, I requested additional blood testing for genetic markers which might indicate other possibilities. She tested positive for HLA-B27; it’s a genetic marker that indicates juvenile ankylosing spondylitis.”
“ I
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