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Chapter 20: Death at Two O'Clock.


Rachel raised her pale fingers to the back of her lovers neck, and she stroked his hair gently. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

The walk to the doctor's office was silent, but neither of them needed words to speak anymore. They could see everything that needed to be said in each other's eyes. "I know."

"I hear this doctor is one of the best doctors in the country." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "If anyone will be able to help us, it'll definitely be her."

"What if there is something wrong?" She leaned her head against his shoulder, as he said this. 'I thought, I was supposed to be the pessimistic one. "What if we can't have children?"

Her hand jerked Garfield to a sudden stop right before, they approached the desk. She raised her fingers to his lips, and smiled at him. "Don't think that way."

The desk clerk gave them a warm smile. She asked Rachel, "May I help you, dear?"

"Yes," she sighed. Her warm hands squeezed his fingers, again. "I'm here to see Dr. Generous."

The lady asked, "You're the two o'clock appointment?"

It felt odd to be surrounded by so many pregnant women, but not be pregnant herself. A baby toddled near one of pregnant mothers, giggling as he went. She could see Garfield's smile out of the corner of her eye. "That's the one."

"She'll be right with you." The nurse pulled out a slip of off-white paper. "I need you to fill this out, please."

It was a ordinary paper, asking ordinary questions, but she felt subconscious about it. Especially lucky question number eight; are you currently married or engaged? "Are you okay, Rae."

His warm, loving arm wrapped its way around her shoulders, and caressed her hair. She placed her hand over his, and pushed her current thoughts into her subconscious. She growled, "I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's nothing," he jumped. He was secretly glad she was snapping at him. If she stayed overly altruistic for to long, it would have worried him. "You wrinkled your nose, like you always do when you get irritated."

"I can't ever get anything past you." She punched his arm playfully.

"Wow," he chuckled. "Is the great Rachel Roth, actually getting playful?"

"Shut up," She scowled. "I may be forced to make you sleep in the guest room!"

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulled her close and whispered in her ear. "I know that you wouldn't do that. You enjoy our bedroom time."

"No, I'm only using you to get pregnant." She snuggled up next to him. "Stop goofing off, and help me answer these questions."

She went through the first seven questions easily, but when she reached the eighth question, she found herself pausing and blushing. "There is something wrong, isn't there?"

He put his feather light fingers underneath her chin, and forced her to stare into his green eyes. She felt her cheeks glow slightly pink. "No, Gar. Stop asking me that; everything is fine!"

"Come on," he smiled. Her head was gently eased onto his chest, where his deep breaths began to calm her. "I know my Rae-Rae. You can tell me anything."

"I know," she whispered. "But, I'm just being irrational. It isn't really worth talking about."

"I doubt it." He nuzzled her hair like a wolf, and gave her his best puppy dog stare. "Please, baby! I need to know."

"Fine, fine." She pulled out the paper, and pointed at the eighth question. "This question bugs the hell out of me."

"So, does this mean that you want to get married?" It didn't really bother him that they weren't married, but it obviously upset his girlfriend.

"Forget I ever,said anything." She tried to yank the questionnaire out of his, but he managed to pull it away. The fury that sometimes filled her eyes was returning.

"No," he cried. "This is serious. We need to discuss this problem."

"There isn't anything to discuss," she yelled. The people sitting near them began to scoot away. She took several deep breaths to rid herself of hostile feelings.

He gently ran his fingers up and down her spine, to ease her tense muscles. He whispered, "Just answer the question for me, please. Do you or do you not, want to get married?"

"Yes," she sighed. "Maybe I do want to get married, but I want to wait till Kori's wedding is over. It wouldn't be fair to Kori and Richard, if we were to have a wedding around the same date."

"Alright," he smiled. He embraced Rachel and kissed her neck. "We'll get married."

"I don't want to force you into anything," she panicked. This is just great. She was becoming one of those women, who constantly annoyed their man about getting married. It wasn't who she wanted to be. "If you don't want to get married, then I won't force you into anything."

"Why wouldn't I want to get married," he asked. They gently cuddled against each other, soaking in the warmth of their bodies. "I love you more than life itself. I planned to ask you, but I was afraid of what you would say."

"I'm glad we talked." She nuzzled his lips, and returned her gaze to the questions. "Let's just finish this, shall we?"

The next couple of questions were a breeze to answer in her stomach. She glanced at Gar, and caught his warm smile. 'God, why did we have to fight in a doctor's office.' The lady at the desk took the form, and gave her smile. "Thank you."

The gazes of many pregnant women followed her, and she began to feel uncomfortable. She returned to her seat, next to her barely turned fiancé. Gar squirmed, "Is she almost ready for us.; I've got to pee!"

"Gar, the bathroom is right over there." A flock of agitated pregnant women stood beside the door of the men's restroom. "If I get called into the doctor's office while you're in the bathroom; the nurse will let you in when you get back."

"That's not what I'm nervous about!" He pointed at the group of herding expectant women. "They don't look happy."

"Don't be immature," she barked. "They only look angry because they are at the emotional stage of pregnancy. It isn't like they're going to attack you, if you walk past them."

He gulped, "I don't know about that."

"Miss Roth," the nurse called. "The doctor will see you now."

"Come on." She held out her hand to Gar, and he took it eagerly. They wandered into the neighboring room, encountering their doctor, who looked like she was in her mid-twenties. The girl was petite with long, blonde hair and green eyes. She could already feel Garfield's mouth drop to the ground. "Stop drooling over the doctor, or we're turning around and going home."

He gave her a wide-eyed look, like a child who had just had his candy taken away. His mouth shut, and reverted his eyes from the doctor. "I'm Doctor Elisa, you must be Rachel."

"That's right." She gave the doctors hand a firm shake and smiled. There was something about this woman that she liked. Perhaps, it was her obvious intellectual strong suit, or it was just the powerful aura swarming around her. "Pleased to meet you."

"Who is this?" Gar quickly shook hands with the woman, and looked at his girlfriend for approval. He had already slept in the guestroom once this week, he didn't want to do it again.

"Garfield Logan," he smiled. "I'm Rachel's fiancée."

"I understand that you are having some trouble having a child." The chart they had filled out earlier was in front of the woman's eyes. The doctor scanned it with light interest before returning it to the nearest nurse. "I'll have to take some tests."

"Of course," she nodded.

"You'll go in there for your smear." The doctor patted her shoulder, and pointed to the room across the hall. The blonde women, then handed him a large cup. "Mr. Logan, I want you to go into the room beside yourfiancee's room."

"What am I supposed to do with this cup?" He saw Rachel's face actually form a smirk. Even the doctor appeared to be laughing at him. He asked nervously, "why are you guy's looking at me like that?"

"We have to take a sperm sample to make sure you aren't sterile," the doctor replied. His mouth dropped open, and he stared at the cup in disgust.

He gasped, "Do you mean that, I basically have to sex with this cup."

The doctor snorted, and shook her head. "I wouldn't put it that way."

"Dude," he cried. He clambered down in front of Rachel, and began to whimper. "I can't do that! Especially in a doctor's office! I won't even be able to get myself turned on!"

"I could always send your fiancé in the room with you," the doctor laughed harder. This actually happened a lot, not many men were happy with the cup sample. "If you promise not to try anything on each other."

"Come on, baby." She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. "I know that you can do it."

"Easy for you to say," he groaned. "All you have to do is take a stupid smear."

"Smears are more complicated then you think." Pulling him against her, she whispered in his ear. This sent chills of pleasure shooting down his spine. "If you do this, then you'll get something special when we get home."

"Do you mean…" Suddenly, his mouth became very dry and his pupils dilated. She pushed herself against him even harder.

She winked, "That's exactly what I mean."

"I'll do it just for you, cuddle bunny." He nuzzled her hair and smiled. The amusement in her face was gone now; a sharp glare replaced the look of happiness.

"I told you to never to call me that in public." The glare deepened, as his smile grew. He wasn't worried, he knew how to handle Rachel.

"I know." His mouth nuzzled her hair affectionately. 'Why was I worried, I know everything is going to be just fine.' "It just seemed to fit the moment."

The blonde wouldn't have decided to cut the moment short, if the nurse hadn't cleared her throat in disgust. The doctor smiled, 'they really are a cute couple.' "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we really must be moving along."

"Yes, I'm sorry." With a final pat to the shoulder, he marched into the room with pride.


Thirty Minutes Later…..

That damn cup was taunting him, and he knew it. The doctor had already knocked at the door several times to see, if he was finished. Truth be told, he hadn't even started. "Damn it, Rachel is going to be incredibly angry at me."

"Sir, are you almost finished?" The doctor cried again.

"Yeah," he yelled back. 'What am I going to do now?' He looked around the room for anything that could help him, but he didn't find anything. Imagining Rachel naked didn't have the affect on him it usually did. That was probably because he could hear a woman giving birth to a baby down the hall; the screams of her pain wasn't helping his concentration.

She asked, "Are you sure?"

'She knows I haven't done anything! I can tell by her voice.' He sighed, "I'm not even close to being done. I don't think I can do this here, doctor."

"Alright, come out then." He felt heat rush to his face. If Victor saw this, he would be howling. He hadn't been able to get a hold of Victor lately, ever since he started repairing that red truck, he hadn't had much time Gar.

He squeaked, "is Rachel out there?"

"Yes," she responded. "She finished her smear awhile ago."

"Does she look angry?" He approached the door cautiously, like a bird being stalked by a bear. This wasn't good. Even if she wasn't angry at him, she would definitely use it as blackmail material.

"Yes, you better be careful." The doctor chuckled, "she looks ready to kill."

'I knew it,' he thought. He burst through the door on his hands and knees. "Please don't kill me, baby! I really did try!"

Instead of looking enraged, she was smiling. Her eyes had that rare twinkle that shown, when she was truly happy. His face muscles relaxed, but he could feel the heat of his blush. "Really now, Garfield. Do you really think I would kill you in front of all these people. "

He hesitated, "So, you aren't going to kill me?"

"Of course not," she smiled. "It isn't your fault that you can't perform sexually."

It took a moment for him to realize that she had just insulted him. His eyes flickered unhappily, but he was less panicked. "Hey, I do just fine when I'm at home."

"Sure you do, Gar." She fluffed his messy hairdo, making the doctors eye's twinkled with amusement. "What shall we do about this cup problem?"

"Here," she handed Garfield the cup back. "Fill it up today at home, then bring it back to me tomorrow. I'll schedule you for a 3:00 appointment. Is that okay?"

"Yeah," she responded. "That'll be just fine."

They walked out of the building, and to the car in silence. It almost unnerved her to have Garfield that silence. He usually couldn't keep his mouth shut, but now she almost missed his never-ending stream of words. "Rae…"

"Hmm," She looked at him. His hand quickly unlocked the front door of his Porsche, and they climbed in. "What is it, Gar?"

The engine roared to life, and he pulled out of the parking lot. She placed her hand on the base of his arms, as she tried to stimulate the answer out of him. He stuttered, "Do you really think that I'm bad….at well, you know."

"No," she looked at him. Her finger drifted down to his knee, and she gave it a warming squeeze. "You're really good at that. I was just teasing, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I was seriously worried there," he frowned.

"It's okay," she whispered. Her hand raised to his hair line, where her fingers gently massage his scalp. "I wouldn't have been able to do anything like that, either. I'm sure it happens all the time."

"I doubt it," Gar pouted. The car swerved recklessly down the road. He always became a terrible driver, when he was upset about something. She gently massaged his knee to calm him down. "There isn't really anything I could have done, anyway."

"If you don't kill us," she growled. Another semi came within inches of hitting their sports car. "I'll still give you a treat, when we get home."

"Really," he beamed.

"Yeah," she said. Another car nearly collided with their own automobile.She buried herface in her hands, and tried not to look out the window. "But, I said, if you don't kill us."


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