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three times since he took his seat on the rolling stool.
    "Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall," he teases, as he grabs the warm speculum from behind him. His nurse is standing next to him and, by the dour expression on her face, it is apparent that she's totally bored. Must get old for her.
    Same shit, different day.
    "Relax your legs," he instructs, "Just let them fall open."
    As if.
    "That's better," he says, now opening me up to take a look.
    God I hate this.
    The palm of his free hand presses flat against my abdomen, and he moves and puts pressure in several places, before he finally swabs my cervix and unclamps me. I finally release the breath I've been holding.
    "All done," he says, slipping off his latex gloves, and tossing them into the trash can next to the wall. "Raise your left arm up over your head," he instructs, as he starts the breast exam. "That's good. Now the other, please."
    I comply and within another twenty seconds, he's finished.
    "Seems fine. You can sit up now," he says, holding his hand out for me to take as he helps me up. I'm clutching the paper sheet up around my breasts now, and watch as he studies my chart.
    Just then there's a light tapping on the door. His nurse opens it, and the lab technician hands her a piece of paper. She glances at it and then hands it over to Dr. Maxwell.
    "Thanks, Sherry," he replies, looking it over. She leaves the room.
    "Well Jade, I think I can explain the spotting you've been experiencing in lieu of your normal menstruation."
    It's cancer. I know it.
    It's just how my luck runs. Hayden and I have been closer than ever since the holidays. I'm not clear on what exactly transpired with him and his family because, that day at my condo, we never got around to discussing it.
    Once I joined him in the shower that afternoon, there was no talking…period. It was as if Hayden couldn't fuck me enough that day--and for the days following it.
    I had been so grateful for being able to stay under the radar with the stunt I'd pulled, that I had struck a bargain with God. I promised to never take what I had with Hayden for granted again in exchange for him not finding out about what I had done.
    I mean, yes, his actions that day were... strange but, then again, Hayden is a complicated person. He hasn't gotten where he is by being a fool, and he certainly is a proven master of masking emotions, that is evident in all of his dealings whether business, social or personal.
    After he had left my bed the following morning, I had wasted no time in pulling my secret laptop out of hiding, and promptly tossing it into the dumpster out behind the condominiums. I was resolute in my commitment to avoid all temptation. Besides that, I didn't want to know what happened. Sometimes being kept in the dark is the best possible scenario.
    Ignorance is bliss.
    Like right now, as I continue hearing Dr. Maxwell repeating my name, as long as I don't acknowledge him, then no devastating news can reach my ears.
    "Jade," he says once again, his voice verging on a shout. "Are you okay?"
    I look up at him, realizing I've let my paper sheet fall to my waist. "It's cancer, isn't it?" I ask quietly.
    "You haven't heard a word I’ve said, have you?"
    I shake my head, my hands death-gripping the sides of the table, braced for the words that are to come once again.
    "You're pregnant, my dear."
    Worse than cancer.
    Totally not possible.
    "That's not possible," I whisper, my eyes widening. "Hayden's had a vasectomy."
    Dr. Maxwell takes a seat on his rolling stool, and scoots in front of me. "How long ago?"
    "What?"
    "How long ago did Hayden have a vasectomy?"
    I shrug. "Before we started our relationship, so at least four years ago," I reply.
    "Well, vasectomies are 97% effective, but the real issue is whether or not he followed up with his post-op visit and had his sperm count verified. You'd be surprised how many men don't follow through with that," he said, shaking his head. "So, I suggest you ask him about