Chapter 5
694 Words
#Luna's POV
I had a handful of more publicity events after I returned to the States. I tried to keep busy, but I kept thinking about Marcus. A part of me hoped that somehow he'd see my book in a window somewhere, my face on the back with my bio. But I haven't heard from him, and can't find anything about him from what little I know.
Crazy, to be in love with someone you don't even know. I tried to push it aside, and that thought. Clearly, I was, in fact, losing my mind.
At first, they were little things. I kept forgetting things, I yelled at someone in line for a coffee, and I cried at a missing cat sign in my neighborhood. The breaking point was when I went to lunch with Clara one day.
"Are you stress-eating?" Clara asks, shoving a chip into her mouth. She chewed slowly, loudly, grating my nerves.
I glared and put down the fry in my hand. "No. "I'm just... bloated." I shrugged and reached for my water.
Her eyes furrow as she looks me over, but she shrugs.
"So, I was thinking of Vegas for the bride," Clara says, pulling off her schedule.
I rolled my eyes. "Yea, you mentioned that. Are you really sure, isn't it a bit done?"
Clara laughs and pushes her hair from her face. "Look, they've got some great shows and restaurants. And if we're lucky, Marsh won't bring a tiger back to the room."
Laughing, I shook my head. "Marsh would bring a tiger back, probably one named Darren or Draven... Do you ever notice your cousin only dates men whose name starts with D?"
After lunch, we both got up to leave and, as I stood, I stumbled as the room spinned, grabbing Clara's arms. Cursing, she catches me and waves off another restaurant patron who stands up to help. "Come on, let's get you some fresh air." Clara says calmly as she leads me out.
We walk out, and I lean against the brick of the building beside the front door, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I'm fine," I say, already expecting to be fussed over.
Clara doesn't say anything, just pulls her phone out and scrolls through it. After a moment, she pulls the phone up to her ear and watches me with narrowed eyes as she waits.
"Becca, hey, I don't suppose you could fit Luna in today?" She listens to Becca at the other end. Dr. Rebecca Harper, a friend of Clara's and one of the other bridesmaids. "Yea, I don't know, she just seems off. Lightheaded, bloated, moody. Oh, I don't know," Clara looks me up and down, "maybe. "Okay, see you in an hour." She hangs up and hooks an arm through mine.
"I have my own doctor, you know." I say, defensively, walking beside her.
"And they'll probably get you in a few weeks from now. "Becca can see you now, and we'll figure out what's up with you." Clara waves down a taxi. "Now, get in and don't fuss too much."
Becca's office was sleek and high, but she was warm and welcoming, not just to Clara and me, but to everyone. But that was Becca. Despite being only thirty-four, Becca had accepted into her profession and, at thirty-one, had opened her own clinic. While most of her patients were some of the city's most prolific people, Becca would often take patients on referrals from other offices. She focused mostly on family medicine and her entire office was a reflection on her good nature.
"So," Becca says as she walks back into the little room I sat in with Clara, her large green eyes looking at me kindly, "Do you want the good news or the better news first?"
I looked at the woman, tall and lean, with strawberry blond hair and porcelain skin. I liked Becca a lot, and was looking forward to getting to hang out with her more for the wedding preparations. "Better?"
She smiles and takes a seat, holding my test results in her lap. "Good news is, you're not dying, you're just pregnant."
- Writer
