Heartbeat

Chapter eight

Deontay is absolutely shit at driving.
It seems like the rules of the road applies to everyone except for him.

He would drive past a red light, even increasing the speed when there's a pedestrian trying to cross the road.

Only a psychotic lunatic does that.

A few minutes later, she felt the car slowing down and it took her a moment to realize that they've arrived at the hospital. 

The one place. In fact the only place she doesn't want to be right now.

She's stayed up all night thinking about the possibility of her actually being pregnant. The thought of it still unnerving and terrifying for her.

Mybe it's nothing and she's just getting worked up for nothing.

Hopefully.

"We're here." He says shoving a matte black pistol in his back pocket.

The fuck does he need that for in a damn hospital?

She looked up at him to only be met with iced eyes staring at me emotionless.

"I am fine Deontay, you didn't have to bring me to the hospital. It might be-

Tightly clenched jaw and annoyed face was the only signal she needed to shut the fuck up.

"Let's go and quit talking bullshit. We're already here and that's final." He says nearly growling at me.

Fucking animal.

She gets out of the car; the cold breeze passing through her hair and nearly trips on her own feet trying to catch up to his fast stride.

Out of breath and nearly heaving, they walk up to the secretary.

A brunette, fairly dressed in white is busy typing on her computer and looks up at us... at Deontay.

Bitch he's married.

"Good morning, sir. Would you like to make an appointment sir?" Her chest did more of the talking then her as she slightly leans over the desk to show her silicone boobs.

Desperate much.

Juliet nearly rolled her eyes at the act. The man gets it right to make people cower away in fear without uttering a single word yet little Ms. Whitey pants is busy trying to get his attention.

"Be more respectful when you talk to people, me especially. And, we have an appointment with Dr.Becca." She blinked, shocked at what he said.

Wait, so she really thought that she stood a chance? Clearly, she is blind or something because I'M STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO DEONTAY with a very fat diamond ring on my finger.

Juliet might not actually love her husband, but she can't tolerate something literally flirting with him in front of her.

It's funny how some people feel like throwing themselves at a man is the way to get him to notice them.

"I-I'm sorry sir. She's expecting you in room 8, down the hall and then turn to your right. " Deontay scoffs in response.

Juliet hates hospitals. One time she got hospitalized because she broke an arm trying to run away from her neighbours' new pit bull that seemed to have an issue with everyone in her neighbourhood.

It's the weird smell of God knows what that nauseated her the most, probably disinfectant and antibiotics.

But today, it's the pregnant women that are lined up to see the obstetrician. She doesn't want to be one of those women in a few months or so.