Kismet (Beyond the Bedroom Series) by Raynesha Pittman, Brandie Randolph Page A

anything to do with HIV or AIDS?” She shook her head. “Your AIDS and HIV test came back negative and you will be tested again in six months.”
     
    I felt the beating in my chest slow down. “hCG is a hormone found in pregnant women. The blood test has confirmed your pregnancy.”
     
    She was wrong. “I’ve had a period for the last three months; they weren’t normal periods, but I’ve been bleeding and the last time I was sexual, was over three months ago, was with protection.”
     
    She held my hands. “You can still experience some bleeding early in a pregnancy. I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you.”
     
    She didn’t have to be sorry, I had a fix for it. “So, can you perform the abortion today?” She looked at the ceiling and then got out of her chair and walked to the desk where she sat all of the papers.
     
    “You don’t qualify for an abortion this time. By the results of the ultrasound, you are a week from six months pregnant. We have already determined the sex of the child.”
     
    It was a nightmare. Yes, I was awake, but I was in the middle of the worst nightmare I had ever had. Six months pregnant with Dre’s baby and I couldn’t abort it. I felt my body hit the ground. When I woke up, I was in the maternity wing of the hospital all alone. I took all the monitors off my body. My door flew open and Daisy came running in.
     
    “Please put the monitors back on your stomach, we need to make sure your daughter is okay. You will be released in the morning.” Her words meant shit to me so I continued to get up and get dressed.
     
    “Ms. James, I cannot let you go until we are sure you and the baby will be okay.” This bitch must have thought this was negotiable. I walked passed her like she was invisible. I made it all the way to my car without being stopped.
     
    When I reached in my purse for my keys, they weren’t there. I had emptied my purse on the back of the car when I was met by Dr. Davis.
     
    “I have your keys and will give you time to get yourself together, but promise me you will not cause harm to you or the baby and that you will call me because there are other options still out there for you.”
     
    She handed me her cell phone number. “Call me when you’re ready to talk. I don’t care what hour of the night it is.” I snatched my keys and drove off.
     
    Two weeks went by before I picked up the phone and called Dr. Davis. She scheduled an in-home visit with me and a planned pregnancy coordinator for that night at seven. When they arrived, I was eating a family-sized bag of Oreos with Doritos in the middle, where the cream filling would be if I hadn’t already eaten that part.
     
    “Healthy snacks, Ms. James.” This was my first time meeting this woman and I already didn’t like her. I rolled my eyes to express it.
     
    Dr. Davis handed me the results from my STD screening that she performed after I blacked out in her office. Everything looked good. Not even a yeast infection.
     
    My ultrasound results showed I had a few small cysts, which Dr. Davis told me was common in African American women my age and we would check on them after I had my baby.
     
    “Savannah, this is Margie Wright. She is our planned parenting coordinator and I brought her along to give you some other options. I’m going to give you a checkup, then we all will talk. Lay back on your couch, please.”
     
    She pulled my shirt up to my breasts and then tucked it under them. I watched her measure by belly with a tape measure, from my lower stomach to right below my heart. She requested I take my pants and panties off. She went deep inside of me with two fingers. That was the most penetration I had in months. I couldn’t call anyone I knew for sex or that would make my pregnancy no longer a secret.
     
    I wouldn’t feel right going out trying to meet somebody new with this big ass belly. I decided I would have to do my best with one of my sex toys.
     
    She removed her gloves.