The Fighter Pilot's Baby: A BWWM Military Pregnancy Romance (4 page)

“Oh dear.
Maybe you better head on home then. I think we will be okay without
you the rest of the day,” Mrs. Jensen said, gesturing around
the room.

“If you’re
sure I think I’ll take you up on that,” Bianca agreed,
walking to the back room to gather her things.

“I hope that
everything turns out ok, dear. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Mrs. Jensen waved goodbye as Bianca slid from the room.

On her way out, she
stopped by the front office and spoke with the secretary about what
was happening and they both agreed she would be better off at home.
Smiling in thanks, Bianca waved goodbye and headed out the door, her
heart aching at the possibility that something serious was wrong with
her.

Bianca walked out of
the doctor’s office in a daze. She couldn’t believe what
he had told her. It didn’t make sense, but she guessed it
wasn’t supposed to make any sense; she was only thirty.
Unfairness ringing through her, she thought back to when she walked
out of the school and drove straight to her appointment, two hours
early. She didn’t care that she was early. Being home alone and
wondering if she was dying from cancer was not an option. Bianca
needed to be in that office until they called her name, even if it
meant she sat there fretting about what may or may not happen for two
hours.

When
she arrived at the doctor’s office, the receptionist greeted
her with confusion; she was two hours early after all. Bianca waved
to her and took a seat in the far corner, clutching her purse to her
chest tightly. The purse was acting as a shield to her heart,
protecting her rioting emotions and fear of the unknown. She stayed
that way for almost an hour, her arms cramping. Only then did she
relax a bit, her appointment time drawing nearer. Every so often the
receptionists and nurses would give her a strange look but she
ignored it. It’s not like she was doing anything wrong. The
last time she checked it wasn’t illegal to show up for an
appointment two hours early. Finally setting her purse down, Bianca
stole another glance at the clock, forty-five minutes left. She had
the sudden urge to call Alex. The odd stirring to call him for
support surprised her. There were many reasons why she
shouldn’t
even consider calling him. First, they
just met, she barely knew him and he her. What would he think if she
called him and asked him to meet her at a doctor’s appointment?
He would probably think that she must be desperate or that she
doesn’t have any friends. The last reason was obvious, she told
him to leave her alone for a while yet she wanted to contact him? It
didn’t even make sense when she thought about it so it
definitely wouldn’t make sense to him.

With
a sigh, she settled back in her chair, resisting the urge to snatch
her phone from her purse and dial his number. The next forty-five
minutes passed with agitation and Bianca fighting the need to call
Alex. She had given up on sitting still and paced and roamed the room
and halls of the building until ten minutes before her appointment.
Just as she returned into the office a nurse walked out and called
her name. She didn’t miss the look of pity that crossed the
woman’s face before she turned and began down the hall. Bianca
followed, terror clenching her heart at the prospect that she could
be dying from cancer. The nurse led her into a small, sparsely
decorated, pastel walled exam room. She motioned for Bianca to sit on
the exam table. In silence, the nurse took Bianca’s blood
pressure and other vitals, told her to relax, and left the room.
Bianca scowled at her back as she retreated.
I’ll
relax when this is all over
, she
thought, wringing her hands.

Another twenty
minutes passed before the doctor entered the exam room. By that point
Bianca was wound so tight with agitation she felt like she would snap
at the slightest movement.

“Bianca,”
Dr. Gabriel began, shuffling papers in the folder on her desk, “How
are you?”

Bianca scowled; she
had the nerve to make Bianca come all the way to the office, and
scared her half to death to ask how she was doing? Fighting the
desire to snap at her, Bianca took a deep breath before she answered.

“I’m not
exactly doing well right now,” Bianca replied, wringing her
hands in her lap again. “The call from the nurse rattled me a
bit and I had to leave work extra early because I was so distracted.
I’d appreciate if you would just let me know what is wrong with
me.”

The edge in Bianca’s
voice was noticeable, but she didn’t have time for
pleasantries, she just wanted to know what the hell was wrong with
her.

Dr. Gabriel cleared
her throat and ran a hand through her short, salt and pepper hair,
frowning. “Okay then, we’ll get right to it. After
looking over all of the tests we ran, the results indicate that your
body is going into early menopause.”

Relief swamped
Bianca at the revelation that she didn’t have cancer, only to
be followed by grief at the reality of what Dr. Gabriel had just
said. Menopause? That meant no babies, which meant her dream wouldn’t
be realized. Bianca bowed her head, a single tear trickling down her
face and onto her lap. Taking a deep breath she looked up.

Choking back a sob,
Bianca turned her attention back to the doctor, her head swimming
with questions. “What does this mean for me and my reproductive
future?” She asked, swiping under her eye at another wayward
tear. Crying wouldn’t fix what was wrong with her.

“You have a
few options,” Dr. Gabriel explained. “We can give you
hormones and you can do invitro and get pregnant now, you can freeze
your eggs, or you can do the hormone therapy and wait to see what
will happen. I usually recommend freezing eggs in this situation and
doing the hormone therapy just to keep your options open.” The
doctor finished speaking and looked at Bianca expectantly.

She
wants me to make a decision now?
She
thought, suddenly re-thinking her decision to see this doctor. She
was awfully pushy.

“I think I’m
going to need some time to think about this. I’ll call the
office and make an appointment to do whatever it is I decide.”
Bianca stood, gathering her purse and sweater, and started toward the
door, “Thanks.”

The doctor nodded,
“Take care.”

Bianca exited the
room, heading towards reception to check out. She was on autopilot,
her mind racing with the options and what it all meant. All the way
home she tried to make a decision about what to do. She didn’t
want to wait too long, even with the hormone therapy. The fear of not
being able to have a child would weigh on her every day. The sperm
donor option just wasn’t something she wanted. She wanted a
father for her child and raising a baby alone wasn’t something
she wanted to do, although if that was her only option to have a
child she would consider it. Freezing her eggs felt like the right
choice, even if her body betrayed her even more and she couldn’t
have a baby the traditional way in a few years, maybe freezing her
eggs would give her and her future husband the option to have a baby
anyway.

Bianca
pulled into her tiny garage, shutting the car off. She sat there for
a few minutes and didn’t move, the events of the day
surrounding her. Taking a deep breath, she collected her things and
headed into the house. Monster greeted her with a hungry
meow,
and wound his body around her legs.
Bianca patted his head and filled his bowl with food for the evening.
Absently she opened the refrigerator, but her appetite was
nonexistent. Closing the door with a sigh, Bianca headed upstairs;
she needed a hot bath and possibly a glass of wine. Filling the tub,
Bianca pulled her phone from her purse checking her messages and
email. Her mom called twice, but everything was so urgent to her mom.
She had a few work related emails, which she read and discarded or
responded to accordingly. Next she moved on to the text messages. Her
mom had texted her two times as follow up to the phone calls. Bianca
typed off a quick message that she would call her tomorrow and moved
on. The next message made her heart stop. It was from Alex.

Alex: Thinking
about you today. Just wanted to see how you were doing.

The
message was sent around the same time she was at the doctor’s
office. If she had taken her phone out of her purse and gave into her
fight to call Alex she would have seen it, and likely called him.
Bianca wasn’t sure how to proceed. She had momentarily
forgotten about Alex when hit with the news from her doctor. A seed
of an idea began to grow in Bianca’s mind, but she pushed it
back as soon as it started. It was a ridiculous idea. Ignoring the
desire to respond to Alex, Bianca slipped into the tub, setting her
phone on the floor mat. She sank back, closing her eyes. The stress
of the day began to slip away and with it came more thoughts of Alex.
Despite her best efforts she couldn’t get him, or his kiss, out
of her head.

Wishing to forget
the bad news from today, Bianca focused on her thoughts of Alex, and
they way his lips felt against hers. She pictured him, and her sex
began to throb, moisture wetting her between her thighs, more than
the bathwater had. She suddenly ached for him and what he offered her
that night in the hospital. Bianca wanted to feel like a whole woman
and this ordeal with her body made her feel lacking. Before she knew
what she was doing her hand slipped between her shapely thighs,
cupping her mound. She moaned, picturing her hand as Alex’s
hand, pretending he was with her in the tub. Her eyes slipped closed
as she parted her folds with her finger, finding her clit. Bianca
could see Alex’s smooth pale skin, and rippling abs in her
mind. Her mind’s eye traveled down to his crotch, and while she
didn’t get a good look before they were interrupted, she
remembered the feel and size of his erection as it pressed against
the front of his jeans. Bianca slipped two fingers inside of herself,
moaning with pleasure, imagining that it was Alex’s large cock.

A shrill ring
sounded in the bathroom, echoing off of the walls and Bianca jumped,
removing her hand from between her legs. Her phone was ringing. With
an aggravated sigh, Bianca looked down at her phone’s display,
fully prepared to cuss her mother out for not respecting her words.
But it wasn’t her mom’s name that she read on the screen,
it was Alex’s. Scrambling to dry her hands, Bianca snatched the
phone from the mat regardless of her brain screaming at her to avoid
him. She was done avoiding. After today’s news, she knew life
could take time away from you at the drop of a pin.

“Hello?”
She answered breathlessly. Hoping that what she had been doing
earlier didn’t show in her voice. She was slightly embarrassed
that she was so carried away in the moment.

“Bianca?
Are you alright? I texted you earlier but you didn’t respond. I
know I said I’d give you some time but…” Alex’s
voice trailed off as Bianca cut in.

“No, it’s
okay. I’m fine.” Bianca lied. She restrained herself from
snorting at her falsehood. Fine was a gross understatement.

“Are you sure?
You don’t sound fine.” Alex stated, his voice sounding
entirely too sure that he was right.

Bianca sighed; if
she wanted to pursue a relationship with this man lying was not the
way to begin. But should she pursue it? After the news she received
today, a relationship might not be an option right now, unless he
wanted to have a baby with her. The thought that had been niggling at
the back of her mind came to the fore and she gasped, not willing to
entertain it. They had just met, after all.

“Bianca,
please.” Alex muttered, all but begging her to open up to him.

Bianca sighed again,
“So I wasn’t being completely honest,” She began,
wanting to explain everything but not over the phone. “I think
we should talk, in person.” Holding her breath she waited for
him to respond.

“I’ll be
right over,” He barked into the phone. The line went dead
before she could even say goodbye. Bianca guessed now would be the
perfect time to get out of the rapidly cooling bath.

*****

Alex
yanked his jeans on, not taking the time for a belt. He’d been
dying to see Bianca for days and finally succumbed to calling her.
Now she wanted him to stop by at a moment’s notice but sounded
like she had bad news. He was a bit concerned that she was going to
break it off with him completely. Alex wasn’t sure what he
would do with that news, but he wasn’t going down without a
fight. He liked her, really
liked
her.
Insecurity lodged itself in his gut. Alex wasn’t used to
feeling so helpless about situations. He was a Lieutenant in the Air
Force for Christ sake; he needed to pull himself together.

With a wince of
uncertainty, Alex slid his feet into his boots, unlaced, and snatched
his keys from the table. Making sure he had his phone, he dashed out
the door to Bianca’s house, praying that she still wanted to be
with him.

*****

Bianca frantically
smoothed her hair with anxiety for the fourth time, nervousness
assailing her. How would she tell him about her issue? Would he still
want to be with her after he found out she may not be able to have
children? Adjusting her oversized t-shirt to cover her leggings clad
ass, Bianca looked out the window again to see if Alex’s car
was pulling up. It had only been ten minutes but she was getting
anxious that he wouldn’t show up. Anxiety bubbled in her
stomach and she paced around the room. Why was this making her so
crazy? She knew why. Alex was everything she wanted in a man, kind,
funny, sexy, and he had a great job. Another thought made her stomach
flutter again. What if he was going to re-enlist soon? Maybe this
whole thing was a mistake.