I assesingly stare at the middle aged doctor, he has an average height and a thick body. His dark hair is starting to thin around the temples and at the top of the back of his head. He has wrinkles around his black eyes and horizontal lines on his forehead.
He has a white coat worn over his casual clothes and a stethoscope around his neck. He glances at me with eyes full of curiousity, probably wondering who I am and how I'm connected to Alexander.
Well since he is going to be checking if I'm healthy enough to carry a baby, I reckon he has been informed I'm planning to get pregnant but he wasn't told by who?
He starts by checking my heart beat and taking my blood pressure. I peer at him as he scribbles down the readings onto the paper held on his clipboard.
Alexander sits alone by
