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My surgery date has come and I’m excited to get rid of the colostomy bag. It has been a constant reminder of what Jeff did to me when I didn’t follow his rules. Anthony has taken the day off of work, and Kathy is keeping Luke while I’m in the hospital. The surgery goes without a hitch. It takes me two days to get discharged, but Anthony is by my side for the whole recovery.
It’s been two weeks since the surgery and I’m taking a shower when I reach my arm where my implant is I don’t feel it. Anthony and I haven’t had sex since before my surgery, and my period should have begun over the last few days. I figured that it’s late because of the surgery, but now not finding my implant has me concerned. I have to tell Anthony, what’s he going to think about this whole situation.
When he gets home I’m sitting on the couch I’ve already called several obstetricians to see if they can work me in since I don’t have one here yet. None of them can work me in for at least a month, unless I’m pregnant. It’s been a depressing day for me. I know he’s not going to be happy about this turn of events. Especially after how worried he was when he didn’t know about my implant and he hadn’t used a condom that first time we had sex.
He sees me when he walks in, and he immediately picks up on the fact that something is wrong. He is standing in front of me still in his uniform. Damn he looks so sexy in that uniform.
“Lillybear, what’s wrong?” He asks me looking concerned.
“I can’t find my implant.” I answer him, a tear that I was trying to hold back slips down my cheek. He takes my chin and tilts my head up to look him in the eye.
“Let’s go talk in the bedroom. Maybe it moved and you just missed it. Let’s not jump to conclusions.” His voice is low and calm. He doesn’t seem mad about this.
I nod and stand up to go to the bedroom with him. When we enter the room he closes the door behind him and points me toward the bed. “Sit down, let me get some of this gear off and then we will talk.” His voice is still calm. This kind of worries me. The last time I was pregnant I was sixteen and Luke’s father was only seventeen. Neither of us knew what to do, and we both panicked. This time I’m panicking that I may be pregnant, and he’s cool, calm, and collected.
I hear his lock box close and then his belt goes on the hook where he keeps it. He kicks off his boots, and then sits on the bed beside me. “Let me see if I can find it babe.” He finally says, and I raise my right arm so that he can feel the area where it was at last time. I see the look on his face, he’s not finding it.
“Lillybear when was the last time that you felt it?”
“When I had my last period.” I explain that I check it around the end of my monthly visitor, since I’m also doing a self breast exam at the same time.
“Okay, when was your last period babe?”
“Six weeks ago.” I tell him as I pull up the calendar that I keep track of my periods in.
“Six weeks?”
“Well, that was when my period started. And my cycles aren’t exactly twenty eight days they vary just as long as I have a cycle a month I don’t worry.” I explain to him what my last ob explained to me when I addressed the length between cycles.
“Well, that does kind of put us in a bit of a predicament. We know that we haven’t had sex in the last two weeks, so if you got pregnant then it was before your surgery.” I can see him thinking things through, he’s not really concerned. “Babe, when is your next period due?”
“I’m three days late.” I explain to him that I had figured it was just a fluke from my surgery which he nods in agreement to.
“Okay babe let me make a couple of calls, don’t you worry. I’ll order delivery for dinner, I want you just to calm down and not worry about anything.” I nod in agreement and lay back on the bed. He heads out the bedroom and onto the back porch to make the phone calls. He didn’t tell me who to, but he’s still halfway dressed in his uniform.