by Mary E. Lowd
Chloe lay on the table in the doctor's office, wearing a paper sheet over her legs and one of those weird gowns that opened in the back. She didn't want to be pregnant, but she didn't want to need an abortion. She couldn't help thinking about David--it had to be David--and what amazing genes he must have. He'd talked like a character out of a fast-paced TV show, everything clever, insightful, and... much too articulate. They'd argued corporate law for hours, until she'd shouted at him in a flurry of frustration that she was done arguing, and he should leave her alone. Instead, he'd kissed her. God, he was handsome, too.
But, no, she didn't want a baby, even a brilliant and handsome one. She wouldn't let a few squishy, hormone-inspired feelings derail the rest of her life.
Dr. Orton wheeled an ultrasound machine into the room and set it up. She slicked Chloe's flat belly down with goo, and then slid the wand around in it. "Let's see if we can find a heartbeat, shall we?"
Chloe's own heart clenched at the word "heartbeat." Maybe she should try to look David up after all....