Them (Him #3) Read Online Free PDF

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    She drives, which doesn’t happen that often if we’re in the car together. We’re going to her lady stuff doctor and since I’ve never been, I guess it makes sense. We have GPS, so I could have driven, but she wants to feel in control. I give it to her even though it makes me feel slightly out of control myself.
    I’ll drive on the way back. Hopefully, it won’t annoy her. I’ll even remember to put her seat back the way it should be this time.
    This appointment is only a consultation. They won’t make me leave a sample today, will they? Will I go into a room by myself while they all know what I’m doing? Great, now I’m having performance anxiety. Will they let Sarah go in with me? I don’t know whether that would be hot or not. We’ve watched each other before, and that was sexy as hell, her hands all over herself. I’m not sure how that would translate in a sterile doctor’s office.
    Her hand is on my leg now and I glance over at her. We’ve parked; I hadn’t noticed. Can she tell I’m nervous? Her hand squeezes my leg once before she gets out. I take a deep breath and get out, as well. We meet in front of the car, her hand slipping into mine, and walk into a grey brick building together.
    “His name is Dr. Stacey,” Sarah tells me in the elevator.
    We stop on the fifth floor and walk past the offices of a dermatologist and a psychiatrist before reaching her doctor’s office. I stand with Sarah as she signs in. The receptionist seems to recognize her, and they talk for a moment before she grabs my hand and we sit and wait. There’s a couple, the woman clearly pregnant, and one woman all by herself, also waiting.
    The walls of the room are peach, the upholstery of the chairs, as well. The effect makes the chairs seem to disappear into the walls; the only thing stopping them are the wooden arm rests. The carpet is sage with a peach triangle shape pattern repeating itself.
    The solo woman is called back first. Not long after her, the other couple is also taken back.
    “Is there more than one doctor?” I ask, curious as to how long we’ll be waiting. The peach is getting to me.
    “Yes, it’s a practice. They have another office downtown, so I’m not sure how many doctors there are.”
    “This is a lot of peach.”
    She laughs, turning so she can press her face into my shoulder.
    “It’s tripping me out,” I continue. “And giving me a weird craving for nectarines. Has that ever happened to you after an appointment here?”
    “Stop,” she pleads. “You’re killing me.”
    “Only making an observation.”
    She lifts her head and beams at me. There’s my girl. I press my lips to hers and her name is called. She blushes that we were caught kissing and stands as a nurse holds open a door for us. We pass empty rooms with examination tables. My curiosity gets the better of me as I pause to peer into one of them. Huh. So that’s what stirrups look like.
    The room we’re led to is less examination room, more office. Her doctor, who I had incorrectly assumed was a woman but actually is not a bad-looking dude, stands to greet us. We are absolutely talking about this on the ride home.
    “Mrs. Price, Mr. Price. Please, have a seat,” he says after shaking our hands.
    “Our normal course of action for couples concerned about fertility is to recommend the husband visit a urologist to have his sperm count captured. While you’re here, I’d like to also get some blood work and do an internal sonogram today.”
    Internal sonogram?
    Dr. Stacey stands and calls for the nurse who walked us back.
    We follow her to a small room where she gets Sarah’s weight, blood pressure, and draws two vials of blood before having Sarah go pee in a cup. After that, she leads us to another room with an examination table which also has a TV monitor.
    The nurse asks Sarah to step into a bathroom attached to the room, undress from the waist down and come back into the room with a hospital gown on. After Sarah