Tessa’s POV
I walked into the pediatrician’s office. It smelled like rubbing alcohol and strawberry stickers.
The waiting room had the usual toys; plastic blocks, a fish tank with one dead plant, and posters of smiling kids getting shots.
I sat on the edge of the exam table in room 3.
The paper roll crinkled under my butt every time I moved. It was still fresh… white, thin, a little waxy.
I wasn’t here for a kid. I was 27, and single. With no kid.
But Dr. Cole had been my pediatrician when I was little.
Now he still practiced here, and still attended to grown patients sometimes “for old time’s sake.”
He had messaged me last week, late at night
*“Need a quick check-up? You'll find me in room 3. Come Tuesday 4:30. The door will be unlocked.*
That's why I was here. The door wa
