Taking a mental note, I made sure to remember that I needed to address a lot of things with her tonight before I left back to England tomorrow. Before, I wouldn’t have cared about what Amelia did, yet for some reason, after last night, I somehow felt the need to look out for her.
It was a peculiar feeling, especially when it came to her. Life was full of punches and surprises. I could attest to that.
Chapter 14
Toby
The kind looking nurse ushered us into a dark room with one beaming light coming from a blank screen before quietly closing the door behind us, leaving us there.
Amelia strolled forward before placing her purse on the white table against the wall while my eyes scoured for the light switch.
“Don’t. I want it this way,” she said behind me the second I was about to press the switch.
“Of course. Whatever suits you best,” I replied, clearing my throat as she slowly took her dress off, then her undergarments came next. Transfixed at the naked sight of her with the baby bump, I watched as she took the hospital gown splayed across the medical table before casually putting it on without giving me a glance.
“The baby looks bigger…” Compared from last night, my mind blurted out. “What do we do next? Just wait for the doctor to show up, then?” This was my first time, after all. Naturally, I was curious to know how these things worked.
“You can bring a chair and sit next to me if you like,” she offered as she stepped next to the medical chair and slid on it, situating herself on top of the paper covered recliner before closing her eyes.
Moving towards the side of the wall, I took a chair and quietly placed it at her side. Just when I was about to sit on the cushioned seat, the door cracked open and an older, male doctor with salt and pepper hair came in.
“¡Hola, Señorita Mendoza! ¿Cómo vamos?” he greeted as he strode inside the room, stopping in his tracks when he found me sitting next to Amelia. “Hola, Señor Watson. It’s time you join us, sí?” He gave me an approving smile as he continued towards Amelia.
They quietly exchanged words in Spanish, and since I wasn’t fluent with the language and could only manage around the country with knowledge of the basics, I ended up trying to figure out what they were discussing. Based on his tone, he seemed to be asking her questions like, what her daily diet was usually, or if she had been meticulously taking her pre-natal vitamins, to which she responded that she was taking them a few times a week instead of on a daily basis.
Goodness, what had she been doing? She seemed to be misguided when it came to taking care of the baby in her womb. I didn’t even doubt that she would unintentionally skip meals, leaving the unborn baby with no nutrition for quite some time. I needed to speak to the chef, Leta, that used to make meals for us in our marital home. When I left her, I hadn’t thought about reminding the staff about making sure that she was taking small meals even if she didn’t feel like it. I had assumed that they, the staff, would gradually put that into their routine. Unfortunately, I had been wrong about that.
My ears were still trying to tune into the conversation when my phone beeped, indicating a message. Shifting to my side and away from their view, I checked who it was. Blake Knightly.
Two missed calls, a voice message and one text message, all from the bloody man himself. Bastard, did he miss me that much? I smirked at the thought of it. Opening his virtual mail, my eyes scanned the message.
Heard you were in Madrid. Everything all right? Sienna and I are back in London. Call me if you need anything, even if it needs me to fly out there. I mean it, Watson.
Sienna says hello. She also had to make sure I typed that in. Oh the joys of married life.
Call me when you can.
The joys of married life, my arse. The bloody fool couldn’t function without Sienna in his life. He loved her beyond obsession. Beyond reason. Beyond life. And I couldn’t be any happier that he had finally found someone that made him sink to his knees, worshipping the woman who loved him the same way he loved her. Their love was a ball of tragedy, beauty and intensity.
Like what I had with Lucy…
Thinking about her brought a heavy tightening in my chest before I slowly coached myself to breathe without feeling the sharp burn in my nostrils. Clearing my throat and my lingering thoughts of the lost love I had, I slipped the phone back into the pocket of my dark jeans before focusing on the two people before me.
Amelia was nodding, submerged in what the doctor was telling her. He was wearing a heavy frown, lips thinned as he nodded, looking down at her with worry in his eyes.
With her awful habit of skipping meals and the pre-natal vitamins, I was almost sure she was doing a lot of things that she wasn’t supposed to be doing. No wonder the doctor didn’t seem too pleased with her answers.
It wasn’t long before the doctor addressed me and said we would start the check-up, and he’d try to explain as much as he could. He also informed me that, if I ever had any question, I could go right ahead and ask.
Amelia’s feet were on the stir-ups before the doctor lifted her gown and stopped right above the swell of her stomach. Using two fingers, he was pressing about the womb, asking her questions about pain and if she’d had any instances where there was cramping at all. She answered him with a small shake of her head.
He was about to do a vaginal check up on her, so he gently explained that she was entering her third trimester and needed to eat a little more. After the examination, he proceeded towards her belly, producing a tube of clear gel, expelling a good amount on the tip of her stomach.
With baited breath, I became anxious at the mere idea of seeing the baby on the screen. True, there was a high chance that it wasn’t mine, but there was that puny bit of a chance that it could be.
The screen was blank as he pressed the device into the skin of her stomach. The first thing I heard was the heavy whooshing sound of a loud heartbeat. It surrounded the room. A few seconds later, the baby appeared on the screen, looking like a tiny, sprouting bean, curled up and all.
“Come meet your pequeña.” The doctor was addressing me, but I was too busy being mesmerized at the tiny form on the screen.
After a minute or two, I dropped my gaze towards her stomach before reverting back to the screen. Oh my, I thought to myself, swallowing the dryness in my throat. Emotions ran havoc in my mind and body. I barely recognized what they all were because I was truly out of my depth here.
Lucy… no wonder she loathed me and had moved on without hesitation.