16. We're Going To Make A Baby

Layla watched the nurse place a bandaid on her arm to stem the bleeding from the needle. It had little cartoon characters like it was meant for children. Was this a children’s hospital? Why had Jackson brought her here?

She eyed the nurse suspiciously from under her lashes, which she probably didn’t need to do. The woman wasn’t paying her any attention. She was flustered and acting like a love-struck teenager because of the hulking presence in the room. It was a wonder she hadn’t stabbed her to death when she’d drawn her blood.

“I’ll run this to the lab. The doctor will see you as soon as possible,” the nurse said.

She said this directly to Jackson as if he was the one on the exam table. The nurse hadn’t addressed her at all the whole time she’d done her observations.

But she had thrown her that cold look like everyone else she had met so far. Would they even treat her without bias like medical professionals were supposed to do? She didn’t think so.

The nurse left the room, but not