Free The Divine Whisper by Rebekah Daniels

along, you will have to make up your mind soon if you want to terminate the pregnancy.” The doctor slid back to the counter and pulled out his prescription pad. “For now, I’m going to write you a prescription for prenatal vitamins. They are important to take every day to keep the baby, and you, healthy.” He tore off the sheet of paper, and handed it to her. “Unfortunately, our office doesn’t handle obstetrics, so you will need to find one that does. We refer a lot of our patients to Highland OB/GYN. If you would like, I can have my nurse set you up an appointment over there.”
    “Thank you. That would be nice.” Nicole spoke so quietly that, she didn’t recognize her own voice.
    The doctor grabbed her chart, and stood up. Her distress must have shown, because he walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. “It will be alright. Everything has a way of working out, you’ll see.”
    She didn’t know why, but that was the last thing she wanted to hear. Raising her head, she glared up at him.
    He quickly removed his hand, looking uncomfortable. “Right, well… good luck. Talk to the nurse sitting at the desk outside this room. She will set up your appointment. Have a good day.” Without looking back, he exited the room.
    The moment the door closed, she slumped forward in resignation. What was she going to do? Numbly, she got up from the table, and went over to the corner to collect her coat and purse.
    The moment she opened the door, the hustle of all the people around her was a little jarring. It took all her strength not to turn around and hole herself up in the nice, quiet room. When she got to the counter, she didn’t say anything, but instead just stood there and waited to be noticed.
    A bubbly nurse approached the counter, and asked for her name.
    “Nicole Summers.”
    “Oh yeah. I got your chart right here.” She opened it, and saw the note from the doctor about making the appointment. “Congratulations! A baby, huh? How far along are you?”
    Nicole swallowed the lump in her throat before she could answer. “Nine and a half weeks.”
    “Wow, that late? I’ll try to get you in as soon as possible.”
    Not being able to speak any longer because of the persistent lump in her throat, all she could do was nod her head in appreciation.
    She listened to the nurse talk, and pulled out her date book so she could look at her schedule. The feel of the tangible paper in her hands was a balm to her nerves. Her life was at her fingertips, and written in her own hand… regulated by her. She disliked electronic schedulers, and constantly refused to change to one, hating the idea of losing an ounce of control.
    “How does first thing this Friday sound?”
    The nurse’s question had her flipping pages to reach that day. She had a meeting with a family late afternoon, but the morning was still open. “What time is ‘first thing’?”
    “Nine o’clock.”
    “That’s fine.” Taking out her pen, Nicole didn’t look back at the nurse when she confirmed the appointment and wrote it down.
    As the nurse finished on the phone, Nicole started putting her belongings back into her bag. Once done, the nurse, handed her a sheet of paper, and pointed her in the direction of where to go to check out.
    When she was finished at the doctor’s office and successfully checked out, Nicole zipped up her coat, and walked out into the parking lot. Immediately, the bitter wind hit her, and she slouched inward to ward it off. When she was almost to her car, she could have sworn that she heard her name, so she stopped to look around, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Figuring that it was just the wind, she continued on, and reached for the handle to open her car door.
    “Nicci!”
    This time, she definitely heard her name, and it was close. Looking up, she was startled, when she saw Trinity running between the cars to get to her. Anger welled up inside of her from the sight. She knew it was misplaced, but