Knight got the call as he was chopping onions at O’Keefe’s. After three days of wild and wooly sex, he had calmed down considerably. Not that he would say no if it was offered, but the edge was off now. He could focus on other things, like the lunch menu.
His phone went off in his pocket. He put down the knife, took off his plastic gloves, and went to the rear door to answer it.
“Hello,” he said.
“Mr. Knight, this is Dr. Sacks. I have some good news.”
“Okay.”
“The ultrasounds show that you have a uterus, and two ovaries – all the necessary parts.”
“Okay.” But he knew that.
“I’d like you to come in for another blood test on Friday. I’m assuming you’ve been trying.”
“Yeah, we’ve been tryin’.” A lot.
“I’d also suggest you take it easy. You don’t want a litter. Your womb is not big enough to handle that. Although octomom seemed to defy that. I’ll call you after that bloodwork, regardless if it’s positive or not.”
“If it’s positive?”
“Pregnancy test, Mr. Knight. You’ll find out Friday night. Meanwhile, call and make an appointment for next week.”
“Right,” he said. Friday would be the day.
“Have a good day.”
He hung up the phone and was still smiling even while he cut the onions. Friday. He would know on Friday.