“Gabrielle?”
Gabby gave me one last look of dread before heading off behind the closed door and leaving me in the waiting room. It was Tuesday, four days after Halloween. Four days after I’d lost my mind and any good sense that came with it and fucked her without protection. After a hasty dash to the pharmacy for Plan B, I’d declared we were seeing to the birth control issue immediately.
So there I was, the only man in the ob/gyn waiting area. If I’d cared, the weird looks we’d received would bother me, because of course a much older man escorting a teenager into the gynecologist was probably unusual. In the eyes of those strangers, I was either a pretty pervy older guy, or a hero dad. I’m sure no one thought for a second that I was both.
While I wouldn’t say I’d dragged Gabby in kicking and screaming, she was still pretty timid and hesitant to go. I was trying to be sensitive to that, even though I didn’t understand why. It needed to happen regardless of whether or not I was fucking her, Mitch was for sure. I’d tiptoed around the issue with Stella over the weekend to try and encourage openness about it so Gabby and I weren’t sneaking around about at least one thing. I also thought my doctor wife would be more comforting and reassuring to our uneasy patient.