Monday, October 18
Charlotte sat in the small waiting room of the campus health clinic, some paper towels crammed inside her pocket in case she sprung a leak. Her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her purse, an aching sensation in her chest that she desperately wanted relieved. Kim's mouth had been glued to her nipples all weekend, and Charlotte couldn't help but feel she'd left the weekend having vastly improved her sexual prowess.
[7:55AM] Derek: Hey, I missed you yesterday. I thought we might want to see each other today.
She'd been avoiding Derek since he'd canceled on her last minute a few days ago. It wasn't intentionally or vengefully -- it was more that Kim had opened a new part of her mind that she might otherwise have kept shut forever, and she wasn't quite ready to go back to Derek, as amazing as the sex had been.
[8:07AM] Charlotte: I started lactating over the weekend I guess. At the doc now
[8:10AM] Derek: Oh, goodness, are you okay?
[8:10AM] Derek:...pregnant?
"Gosh dangit," she muttered under her breath as she put her phone into a pocket on her jeans, noticing the slowly-growing wet spot on the front-right side of her white blouse, having leaked through her bra. The milk had been coming in faster than the other day, but only was dribbling now because her sports bra was overly tight and rubbing against her nipples. Her breasts had gotten bigger due to the milk coming in, and most of her old B-cups weren't cutting it anymore. The wet spot was only partially obscured by the umber thigh-length cardigan she wore around it.
Luckily, she'd come prepared, after leaking through her sports bra in the middle of yoga the previous day. As she reached for the paper towels in her left pocket, she noticed a wet blot on the other side as well. She hastily crammed them down both sides of her shirt, not bothering to check if anyone in the office was watching. As she buttoned her cardigan shut, she heard a voice.
"Charlotte?" The matronly, middle-aged woman called her name.
Charlotte nodded and got up, following her through the door. The nurse grabbed her height, weight, and vitals before the doctor arrived. A scrawny, elderly man, with an unfortunate hairline, who seemed to have no patience for his own job.
"So I understand this has only been happening a couple of days?"
"Yes. It started during... uh..."
"...sexual relations?"
"Yes." She turned pink.
"Are you pregnant?" He asked, wasting no time.
"No."
"You're sure?"
"The test was negative."
"You might have done it wrong. Or a false negative. We'll order a blood panel." He scribbled on his clipboard for a moment. "It says you're on birth control. How long have you been taking it?"
"Three months or so."
"Hmm..."
"Any family history of endocrine disorders?"
"I... don't... think--"
"What about breast cancer?"
"Not that I know--"