I lowered my glass of champagne spitting out the sip that I had back into the glass which Danny tried not to laugh at. It was an immediate reaction because I was drinking alcohol and I might be pregnant. But could I be?
“That was a waste of Dom Perignon, and vintage Dom I might add.” Danny grinned wide.
He actually thought this was funny. I wanted to punch him in the nose to let him know how shocked and scared I feel right now. I might be pregnant.
“I can’t go to the family doctor to find out.” I fumbled out my fears completely avoiding his pry that I just spit out a vintage 2000 Dom Perignon at 150 dollars a glass.
My private doctor was employed by Xavier. I knew that he would not go against his loyalty to the doctor patient private privledge. However, if I even made an appointment
