Alistair. “Sophia has an IUD with hormones. This means she can’t get pregnant. It’s ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent safe. It works by releasing hormones in the uterus to prevent sperm from reaching or fertilizing an egg, among other things. After some months, it suppresses ovulation. In Sophia’s case, her periods have stopped altogether.”
“No periods?” Alistair looked surprised at her.
“No,” she shook her head.
“And is this healthy?” He swung his gaze back at John.
“Perfectly safe. An IUD can be used for up to five years. Her current one is going to last until,” he put on his glasses and checked Sophia’s file on the computer, “November, 2011.”
Good. Next question.
“And what about her last tests?” He heard her profound sigh.
John checked the screen again. “She was here on February twenty-sixth, just after... Ah...” He flickered his eyes at Sophia, who was looking down at her steepled fingers. “The accident at Galewick Hall, had her regular check-up and did all the tests. Blood, urine, ultrasound, STDs, HIV, everything. I’m quite careful about those and she is a very obedient patient. She is clean, like she told you. What else do you want to know?”
“I think that covers everything.” Alistair had the grace to look embarrassed. “Could you ask for the same tests for me so she-”
“There’s no need,” Sophia gently interrupted him.
He looked at her, “Sophia, you-”
“I believe you. That’s enough for me.”
You have to learn how to believe in yourself too, Alistair.
Last time I did what a woman told me- Stop this, Alistair Connor. Stop. This. Try to listen to what she is telling you.
John watched, intrigued, the silent dueling of power and dominance between the two of them as emotions crossed over Alistair’s usual poker face, first disbelief, shame, then acceptance.
“I see,” he murmured, giving in, but not at all convinced. “Don’t you want any other reassurance, Sophia?”
Please, say you do.
“None,” she shook her head, “besides your word.”
Honor. That’s what she is trying to tell me.
His green eyes bore down on hers and what he saw in them made him nod, reluctantly, “So be it. I’ve already given it.” He rose from his armchair and stretched his hand to help her, putting an arm around her waist, squeezing it lightly. “Let’s not waste any more of John’s time.”
“No problem... It was a pleasure to help you. But, please, Alistair, don’t call me every time... Ah... Sophia floats on to cloud nine,” John teased, his face opening in a full smile.
Alistair couldn’t contain his own smile, “No, I won’t. If I did, you wouldn’t be able to-”
“For God’s sake, Alistair Connor,” Sophia slapped Alistair’s biceps, blushing, “behave.”
He laughed out loud. He so loved to watch her blush. “That, sweetheart, I can promise you I won’t do.”
Outside Dr. John Walter’s Office.
12.25 p.m.
“Hey, relax,” Sophia coaxed, caressing his knuckles with her thumb, while they walked out of the clinic. “If you want to have your tests done again, do them.”
“It’s not that.” He looked down at her from his full height, his brows draw over his Cartier gold Santos sunglasses, “I don’t understand why you didn’t let me pay John’s fees. I asked for the appointment. I should pay.”
She blinked and frowned, halting instantly in the middle of the street. She put her hands on her hips and glowered at him, “Alistair Connor. John Walter is my gynecologist. Mine.”
With one step, he stood closer and gripped her chin, taking off her Louis Vuitton sunglasses to peer into her eyes, “I asked for the appointment.”
“So?” she shrugged.
“You are keeping me out and I don’t like it,” he hissed the last words between clenched teeth.
“Ah,” comprehension dawned on her. “But I’m not keeping you out. I’m just setting a boundary for you. And I hope you respect it. Let me make myself clear