DEMETRIA

“Are you ready?” Marion asked as I descended the stairs carefully.

“Yes, Marion.”

He smiled, offered his hand, and kissed me softly the moment I reached him.

“Alright,” he murmured, “let’s go. The gynecologist is ready to see us in a few minutes.”

I blinked up at him. “Wait… we already have an appointment? I thought we were just going to find a doctor and schedule one. How did you manage that so fast?”

He shrugged with that infuriatingly smug charm. “I know a ...