Or perhaps the ceiling was going to crash onto the top of my head. Either could happen and it wouldn’t shock me more than the words I’d just heard come out of Dr. Hastings’ mouth. Sadie was pregnant…holy fucking shit. As Sadie gasped and grabbed my arm in excitement, I stood there rooted to the spot, completely stunned. How the hell did this happen? Except for a handful of times when we first began sleeping together, we made sure to use protection every time we had sex. I tried to remember a time when I’d forgotten a condom or one had broken lately and I was coming up empty. I was trying so hard to think of when it could have happened that I was sure there was smoke coming out of my ears from the wheels that were rapidly turning in my head. “H-h-how…w-when…” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence so thankfully Dr. Hastings answered the question I was unable to ask. “The level of HgC in Sadie’s blood work and urine were very faint, so much so that our initial testing when she was admitted didn’t catch it.
