Undercover Wife

Chapter 37: Quality Vs. Quantity

Cara's POV

Only one line.

Negative.

I throw out another pregnancy test in to the trash.

I trudge back to our room and saw Blake sitting anxiously on the bed.

Blake looked at me and saw my expression.

"Aww. Come on Amore." I slumped on Blake's open arms.

"It's been 6 months Blake."

"I know Amore. Maybe it's not just the right time to have a baby. It will happen Amore. Don't pressure yourself." Blake said as he tried to comfort me.

I mush my face between Blakes pecs.

"I hope so."

I can feel that Blake kissed my head.

6 months becomes one year and it's still negative.

Is it really hard to get pregnant? Or there is something wrong with me?

I was eating lunch with Angel in the office cafeteria when I voiced out my question.

"Do you think there's something wrong Angel?"

Angel stopped eating and looked at me seriously.

"Cara you know that every woman is different. We all have different timeline. Do you want ask an expert to give you some insights?" Angel asked.

I ponder about her suggestion the whole day.

I brought up my conversation with Angel to Blake that same night.

"Well Amore we can do that if you want. It's your decision. I'll support you."

I snuggled with Blake and said "I just want to know what's happening Blake."

Blake tighthened his embraced and replied "I'll personally schedule an appointment to the most highly recommended fertility clinic Amore. Don't worry okay?"

-Next Day-

Blake miraculously got a schedule the next day for our check up.
I am well aware that Blake use some intimidation and wealth to get this specific appointment.

We enter this posh clinic that looks like a spa instead of a clinic.

As soon as we enter an over enthusiastic receptionist greeted us.

"Goodmorning! Welcome!"

I approach the desk and greets the receptionist. She's not even deterred to Mr. Grumpy beside me.

"Hi I am here for our 10am appointment to Dr. Bryant."

"One moment please." She rapidly types  on her computer and looks at me again.

"You must be Mrs. Bradford?"

"Yes I am." I answered.

"Dr. Bryant's expecting you. Please follow me."

We followed the receptionist to Dr. Bryant's office.

A smiling blonde woman sitting on a big desk greeted us.

She stands up and offered her hand for a hand shake.