Page 191 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland

Chapter Thirty-Three

Hudson agrees and drops me at the front door of the high-
rise office building. I breathe a huge sigh of relief. I am already
buzzing with nerves and the thought of him deciding to come
up to the office nearly paralyzes me.
I am standing at the receptionist’s desk checking in,
answering her questions through the circular hole in the
glass partition. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see a
man walk through the office door. At that exact moment the
receptionist blurts, “And how far along are you”?
I think I’m going to pass out. The man is Hudson!
Frantically, I lean into the window and whisper, “Shhhh,
shhhh, don’t say anything. My husband doesn’t know. That’s
my husband right there. Shhhhh. Please just be quiet.” I am
freaking out because I can feel the veins popping out of my
neck!
Hudson takes a seat. He looks around at the others waiting.
Oh God, I pray he didn’t hear her question or see the horror on
my face. Keep it together Kelita. Stay calm, girl. Contain yourself.
My nerves are in earthquake mode.
“You need to go up to the twelfth floor for your ultrasound,”
the receptionist instructs me, sweetly. She understands.
I walk over to Hudson. He looks fine. He acts normal.
I do not look fine. I do not feel normal. If it weren’t for my
professional acting skills, I’d be sunk. “I just need to go up to
the next floor for an ultrasound. You can stay right here and
wait. Okay?” My voice is calm and controlled.
“Yes, sure.” He starts to go through the magazines on the
coffee table, no doubt relieved that he doesn’t have to hold my
hand.
All I can think is, Thank you God!
From here on, I bury the reality of my pregnancy and treat
all the steps that follow as a simple clinical procedure to rid me

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