The Baby He Wants: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (18 page)

“
Biopsy…isn’t
that to find cancer?” Max asked concentrating on making his
face impassive.

“
Yes.
It's just to cover all bases. You’re thirty eight years old and
that’s still below the high risk age for prostate cancer but we
can’t ignore the possibility,” Dr. Schofield replied.

Max
studied them and then nodded. “Okay then…when?”

“
Tomorrow
morning,” Dr. Schofield said.

“
What
does it entail?” Max asked tensing just a little bit.

“
The
procedure we’re going to do is known as a trans-rectal biopsy,”
Dr. Benson said. “It means we’ll be accessing your
prostate through your rectum. The procedure will be done right in
this room. A nurse will be by early to give you an enema.”

“
Enema?”
Max repeated in horror.

“
It's
necessary,” Dr. Benson replied.

Dr.
Benson turned to the nurse motioning her forward. “Nurse Marcus
here has a consent form for you to sign, feel free to read it over
and if you have any questions I’m around.”

“
Thank
you,” Max said taking the form and trying to read. His vision
was blurry however so he picked up his phone and hit speed dial two.

“
Clarence?
I need you to come tell me if I should sign this consent form or
not,” he said into the receiver.

“
I’m
at the administration wing facilitating your move to somewhere where
we can control the environment better. I’ll be there in ten
minutes,” Clarence said.

“
Okay,”
Max said and hung up. There was movement at the door and he looked up
to behold a fairly tall woman the color of café au lait, her
honey eyes regarding him with cool curiosity. She’d tied her
curly black hair in a pony tail with the ends exploding all over the
place like a squirm of wriggling worms; only much better looking. Her
cupid’s bow mouth was pursed in disapproval like it always was
when she looked at him. She had on some sort of dark lipstick and she
was dressed for work in blue coveralls.

“
Hey
Chris,” Max said.

Her
frown got even worse. “Don’t call me that,” she
said.

“
Come
to see if I’m dying?” Max asked with a mouth twist of his
own.

“
Oh
you wish you were that important to me. Gra sent me to bring you
lunch.”

“
Kind
of you to go out of your way like this,” Max said still in that
baiting tone.

“
Actually,
there is a faulty transformer I need to look at nearby. The hospital
is on my way. So you want your lunch or not?”

Max
shrugged. “Hey, you’re the one lurking in the doorway.”

Christine
stepped into the room proffering a small square bag. She placed it on
the table and unzipped it, unloading a plate piled with greens and
covered with transparent foil. She put the plate on his bed table and
then extracted another plate arranged with fish fingers and baked
potato. Lastly, there was a container of sauce.

“
Looks
good,” Max said. “I don’t suppose there’s any
wine in there.”

Christine
just glared at him and then extracted a bottle of sparkling water.
“That’s all you get,” she said sternly.

Max
pouted like a baby. “Why?” he wailed.

Christine
just ignored him and turned to leave.

“
Hey
Chris?” Max said. Christine turned around to glare at him.

“
Thanks
for the delivery,” he said.

Christine
said nothing, just resumed her walk out of his room.

*****

The
examination was not as horrible as Max imagined it would be, but the
pain of having his intergluteal cleft penetrated was exacerbated by
his mother calling his phone right after. Andrea, his personal
assistant, usually fielded all calls from France just in case his
mother was using someone else’s phone but she wasn’t here
right now and Max had thought it was Martha…or Christine. So
he hadn’t glanced at the caller ID before picking up. His mind
might have been on the throbbing sensation emanating from his ass and
maybe worried about the fact that bleeding was said to be a possible
side effect of the procedure.

“
Max
mon cher,
”
her mother’s voice spread like a noxious cloud inside his head.

“
Maman
,
what can I do for you?” Max replied.

“
Je
voulais juste voir comment vous faisiez
mon
cherie,
” Claire Lestrange said.
She wasn’t even French; she’d moved to France when she
married Oscar Lestrange but she was originally from the Mid West. Max
had gone to school in France, he’d spent only holidays in
America until he joined Harvard University to pursue law and yet he
didn’t keep dropping French words into his conversations like
his mother did. He found her to be an extremely pretentious twat.
Perhaps because she was little better than white trash before her
Oscar picked her up at a county fair one day and fancied himself in
love with her. The honeymoon had lasted only long enough to produce
one child and then Oscar and Claire Lestrange had gone their separate
ways. Not too far though…Oscar wouldn’t grant her full
custody and Claire was not about to let go of that child support.

“
I
am doing well thank you for asking
Maman
,
however I’m very tired and I need my rest so I will talk to you
another time,” he said hanging up before she could come up with
the real reason for her call which probably involved some sob story
about how she needed more money. Now that his father was dead, Max
was in charge of his vast fortune in real estate and automotive
parts. The latter had began as a passion of Oscar’s and had
grown into a multi million dollar enterprise with an exclusive
Formula One contract. That was in addition to his own businesses in
America that mostly consisted of making deals and getting in on the
ground floor of profitable ventures. His investment in the Fast and
Furious franchise for example had netted him a pretty penny plus his
company provided the parts for all the cars.

He’d
said he was tired just to get rid of his mother but Max found himself
drifting off to sleep soon after that phone call. He guessed
this…whatever it was…was really taking it out of him.

*****

“
It
might be cancer,” Dr. Benson said looking solemn. “It
might be just a severe case of prostatis. We have to be prepared-“

“
Is
it going to kill me Carlyle?” Max interrupted.

Dr.
Benson sighed. “No. You’re in excellent health and this
type of cancer is curable. But we’re jumping the gun here; the
disease is not confirmed. The results of the biopsy are not out.”

“
What
does the treatment entail?” Max asked ignoring the disclaimers.

“
It
varies from watching the situation to aggressive radiotherapy,”
Carlyle said.

“
I
vote for the latter,” Max said at once.

“
We
have to wait for the results Max,” Carlyle said with a tired
sigh.

“
What
are the repercussions of treatment. Haven’t I heard something
about impotence?”

Carlyle
took a seat and crossed his legs. “Yes, impotence is a possible
side effect, as well as sterility. There are also other effects and
hence why we need to be sure before we go further,” he said
sternly.

“
Hey
Carlyle, while we are waiting for results would it be possible for me
to go home?” Max asked.

Dr.
Benson thought about it. “I suppose Martha can watch over you
just as well if not better than the nurses here. You cannot stay
alone, she will have to board with you while you’re invalid,”
he said.

Max
rolled his eyes but nodded his acquiescence.

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