 Hayden - 2

	As the plane lands, I notice a red convertible corvette with the top down and two men in suits standing by it.  The driver is an older man with a tropical shirt and sparse white hair.  After the plane comes to a stop, the pilot opens the door and I step through and down the ladder.  I can see my three bags of luggage loaded into the trunk of the corvette and the men in suits guide me to the car and help me in.  I am so nervous that I do not say a word.

	The older gentleman smiles at me and puts his hand out to shake, as I grab he says, "Nice to meet you, Hayden.  I'm doctor Jones and it will be alright."  I smile and weakly say, "Thank you."  He pats me on the shoulder as he starts to drive, "Nothing to worry about my girl.  We will get you all checked out and then settle you in before discussing work."  "Thank you," I say a little more assertively as I feel more comfortable around the old doctor.

	The car pulls into a garage at the largest house I have ever seen.  I stare at and the doctor explains, "The house has 9 bedrooms, 12 bathrooms, 5 floors, 2 elevators, 3 exam rooms, a movie room, and indoor pool and spa.  And a bowling alley," he adds with a smile.  "Wow," is all I can say to that.

	I am led to an exam room twice the size of the one at my ob/gyn's office.  The old doc asks me nicely to undress and lie on the exam table.  Feeling so comfortable with him already, I quickly undress and lay on the table without asking for a gown.  He looks at my naked body and smiles, "You have a nice body, Hayden." I blush, "Thank you."

	As he starts to examine my right breast, he asks me some questions.  "The medical chart from you ob/gyn says you had an IUD removed four weeks ago and a sonogram at the time showed two follicles ready to release eggs." "Yes, doc Jones."  "Just call me doc. Okay?" he says as he moves on to my left breast.  "Okay, doc"  "Well your breasts are in good health and of a good size.  Now let check that womb of yours," he says with a smile on his lips and in his voice.

	He puts my lags in stirrups and has me wiggle my butt to the end of the exam table.  He puts on gloves and the starts to examine my pelvic region.  I moan a little as he presses on my belly some and I feel him manipulate my cervix with his fingers.  His grin widens, "Well, Hayden, to whom do I owe thanks for your loving pregnant womb?"  I gulp at hearing that I am pregnant and weakly say, "Tomas."  He nods, "good man Tomas.  This is the sixth one he has sent down for me.  Did he have any messages for me?"  "Just to let him know when it was no longer there." Doc nods, "yes I can understand him wanting to know for sure that it is gone."  He finishes his exam and tells me to dress while he washes up.

	After I am dressed, he leads me to a bedroom suit two floors above the exam room.  I look around in awe of the beautiful bedroom and bathroom and notice my luggage by the closet.  I look at him questioningly.  "It's all yours for the next year.  Come sit by me for a few minutes," he says as he pats the bed.

        I sit down next to him and he pats my belly gently, "You are about six weeks pregnant, Hayden.  The father expects it to be aborted no later than 24 weeks along.  What do you want done about it?"  I sigh, "I do not want a child by a man I do not know and love.  But I do not think I could wait 24 weeks to have it aborted."  He doc nods understanding, " would you be willing to wait until the end of the first trimester?  It will be beneficial for some of my clients."  I nod, "Okay, doc.  I can wait that long."  "Great," he says with a smile and heads for the door.  "I will have Dean, my butler, come get you for dinner in an hour.  There are some clothes in the closet that should fit you nicely."  "Thanks doc," I say as he goes through the door and closes it.

     As I open the closest and look through the clothes there, I am amazed by the wonderful colors and styles, all in my size.  Yet I am surprised to see that they are all maternity wear.  I still to feel that this may be just the first pregnancy I experience for the job and that others ones will have to end at later stages.

     When Dean arrives to gather me for dinner, my thoughts are confirmed.  He smiles sweetly, "You will look radiant as you belly fills out that dress."  I blush and nod in thanks.  I am so caught up in my thoughts that I do not realize I am eating alone until the doc comes in and apologizes for being late.  I look up startled and stop eating.  "It's okay.  Keep eating, Hayden.  Remember you will be eating for tow for the next seven or eight weeks."  I blush as I nod and silently go back to eating and thinking.   What have I gotten myself into? 
