Too Far 02 - Never Too Far

I was preparing myself not to like the answer.
    “Woods drove me to my last appointment. They told him he could come back and I told them no he couldn’t, he was just a friend.”
    I’d almost forgotten about that. I understood why she had gotten a ride from him. I hadn’t been here. But knowing some other man was here with her when she needed me was hard to swallow. I realized her face had gone pale and I bent down and kissed her lips. “It’s okay. I should’ve been here. I wasn’t.”
    She nodded. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be. I’m the one who’s sorry.”
    The door to the exam room opened back up and I stuck my head out of the dressing room.
    The nurse was grinning at me and pulling in a machine with a little screen on it. “Is she about ready?” The amused smirk on the nurse’s face was funny.
    “Just about,” I told her then looked back at Blaire who was bright red. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Get changed, sexy. I’ll go back out there.”
    Blaire nodded and I stepped out from behind the curtain.
    I walked over to the table and looked at the machine. “So this is how we see the baby?” I asked wondering how they did this exactly.
    “Yep. Because Blaire’s on Medicaid we have to use this one. This is all Medicaid will cover. We have a newer 3D one that most mommas use and I wish Medicaid would cover it because you can see the baby so clearly. But it doesn’t.”
    I paused and looked from the machine to the nurse. Blaire was on Medicaid? What the hell? I hadn’t even thought about the fact she needed insurance. I’d always had the best money could buy; it wasn’t something I thought about.
    “I want the 3D machine. I’ll pay whatever it costs right now but I want the very best this office can supply.”
    The nurse glanced from my earrings to t-shirt that had seen its better days. It was one my dad had given me after one of his tours about five years ago. I liked it because it fit tight and Blaire seemed to like tight shirts on me. “I… uh… I don’t think you understand exactly how much an ultrasound like that costs. While it is very sweet that you want to give that experience to Blaire it is very—”
    “I can afford any procedure available. I told you I’d pay for it now. I want the best ultrasound for Blaire and my baby.”
    The nurse started to open her mouth when Blaire walked out of the room wearing a thin cotton robe. “Please don’t argue with him. He’ll cause you problems if you do. Just get me the 3D ultrasound.”
    The nurse shrugged, “Okay, if you’re sure, but he’ll need to prepay.”
    I opened my wallet and handed her my American Express black card. Her eyes shot up and she nodded then hurried from the room.
    “I should tell you now that I was perfectly okay with a regular ultrasound but that would be a lie. I’ve seen pictures of 3D ultrasounds in those parenting magazines and I really want one.”
    Blaire was grinning like a kidwho was about to go to Disney World for the first time. Hell, to get her to smile like that I’d go buy the fucking 3D machine.
    “My girl and my kid get the best. Always.”
    The door opened back up and the nurse walked in staring at me now like she was trying to figure something out. She handed me my card. I took it and slipped it back in my wallet.
    “Are you Dean Finlay’s son?” the woman finally asked.
    “Yeah. Now let’s go see my baby,” I replied.
    The woman nodded eagerly and turned to look at Blaire. “The 3D machine is in a special room. Are you comfortable walking through the hall in that?”
    “Will someone see her?” I asked stepping in front of her because I sure as hell wasn’t comfortable with it.
    The nurse opened a cabinet and pulled out a blanket. “Here wrap this around her.”
    I wrapped her up in it until she was completely covered. Blaire was pressing her lips together trying not to laugh. I winked at her and pressed a kiss to her nose.
    We walked down a long hallway where we passed two nurses another couple and Blaire’s doctor who asked why we were moving. The nurse quickly told him that I’d just paid for the 3D and the doctor look very pleased as he followed us into the room.
    Blaire lay down on a table and they began prepping her as I sat patiently waiting. Once they had her stomach bare the nurse put some clear gel on her stomach then looked back at me. “Are you two wanting to know the sex of the baby?”
    “Ask the momma,” I replied, annoyed that she’d asked me