Tell Me No Secrets: Secret Baby Romance Collection

by Jamie Knight

Surely, she had had a good time. I had been certain to lay out the red carpet for her and made sure to keep her smiling, at no small expense, I might add.

  It made no sense, when every other woman I had ever dated had thrown themselves at me, practically begging for more dates and making me straight out tell them I wasn’t interested. Yet the one woman I actually wanted to see didn’t want to see me in return?

  Maybe she was playing hard to get. But the least that she could do was return my phone calls by now. I had left several messages to no avail and I knew I was beginning to sound desperate and pathetic. I’m neither of those fucking things, so it was about time I gave up on trying to see Anne again.

  My phone rang. It was Amy, my colleague, one of the only ones that I knew to be still in the building working away. Our influx of new patients made for a lot of late evenings for both her and me, so that we could try to catch up on everything.

  There was so much paperwork I had to do after seeing all the patients all day that I felt I was drowning in it. And since there was only so much that Sheila, our receptionist, could do, I decided to ask Amy to help out. She agreed right away.

  “Hey, there, boss,” she said, using the nickname the other doctors had given me, even though I hated it. “I’m just letting you know that I’m done for the day, and I’ve been putting both my and your roster of data for patients throughout the last year into our system. I think I’ve earned the right to sign off for the day.”

  Amy laughed at her own joke and I chuckled, too.

  “Yeah, I'd say so. Thanks for the help. I’m giving you a bonus on your next check. So treat yourself to something nice and I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Okay, thanks,” she said, hesitantly. “And one other thing. I’m not really sure why, but Dr. Thomas came around earlier, asking all kinds of weird questions about you. Did something happen?”

  My palms started sweating and a lump began to form in my throat.

  Why was Thomas still sniffing around?

  Was he trying to build a case against me for the ethics board? It was probably for the best that Anne hadn’t called. It would hurt my seamless professional reputation to risk any idea of a scandal occurring, especially knowing that Dr. Thomas had his radar seemingly fixed directly on me.

  But, still, it would be great to see her again, I thought.

  Just then, Sheila buzzed my phone.

  “Yes?” I said as I picked up, wondering why she was still in the office.

  “I know, I need to go home because there’s no overtime,” she said right away, sounding apologetic as she mentioned a policy I had been forced to institute a while back due to other office workers – not her – abusing the overtime system. “But I was getting caught up on the filing and on relaying messages since there have been so many new patients.”

  “It’s fine, Sheila,” I assured her, making a mental note that it was time to expand yet again and open another practice due to high demand. That is, of course, if Dr. Thomas didn’t ruin everything I had built. “And definitely keep track of your time. I’ll pay whatever overtime you need. Just stay discreet about it so that the other office workers don’t think they can stay until eight p.m. drinking champagne and watching TV for time and a half, like I found out they were doing last time.”

  “So that’s why you had to change the policy,” Sheila said, tsking her teeth as if to show she heavily disapproved of those other office workers.

  I knew she did, too, because she was an honest, reliable worker. I had had to fire the ringleaders of what I liked to refer in my mind to as OvertimeGate, but I didn’t want the new workers who had replaced them getting any ideas. So, I kept the information on the downlow and only shared it with Sheila since she was deserving of my trust and my overtime money.

  “Anyway, the reason I’m calling,” Sheila continued, “is that there’s an Anne McAllister here, wanting to see you. No, she’s insisting on seeing you…”

  Anne.

  Anne!

  She was here.

  I almost couldn’t believe it.

  It seemed like my prayers had been answered. I tried to clear my throat to tell Sheila to let Anne in, but I stopped, hearing Anne frantically talking in the background.

  “I tried to tell her that she was Dr. Renfro’s patient and was no longer on your roster,” Sheila continued. “But she insisted that it was important to speak to you.”

  “Go ahead and let her come back,” I said, curious as to why she felt such urgency to show up when she could have simply returned one of my many phone calls.

  Anne exploded through the door of my office, looking a strange mixture of both angry and sad. I was confused, expecting that I would have seen more of the smile that I was used to seeing on her face when we were together.

  “So, how are you doing?” I asked lightly, trying to ease the mood.

  She put her hand up curtly, as if to stop me before I got started.

  This surprised me but I decided to just listen to her.

  “I’m not here to talk about anything personal,” she spat venomously. “I already made that mistake before. I am here for an official reason.”

  I assumed that by “official,” she meant “medical.” I had just seen her chart when I was inputting information for Amy’s patients that used to be mine, and had kept it on my desk before I started daydreaming about her. I snatched it up and started flipping through it. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.

  “Congratulations,” I said half-heartedly. “I see the results of the test that the nurse gave you while you were waiting, and you’re pregnant. I guess you already knew that and that’s what you came to tell me, since you’re already on top of these things at home usually.”

  I felt such mixed emotions, standing there with her. I was happy to see her, glad that she was getting the baby that she wanted, but also slightly disappointed that she wasn’t carrying my baby.

  I wasn’t even sure where that last thought had come from.

  Don’t be silly, Ted, I thought. Of course she’s not going to be carrying your baby.

  That was probably why she had never called.

  But then why would she show up at my office like this?

  “I know your receptionist, Sheila, is such a perfect worker and all that, but it was really fucking annoying that she made me wait for a night shift nurse and take a pregnancy test just to come talk to you,” Anne said.

  I couldn’t help but suppress a chuckle. Sheila was definitely thorough.

  “Well, that is the protocol,” I told her. “You are at a fertility clinic. And it’s not like I sleep with all my patients and they just come back unannounced to see me in the office.”

  “Yeah, the only reason I put up with it is that I didn’t want to throw a fit and reveal our little secret relationship we have,” Anne said. “I mean had.”

  My first thought was one of relief. I was glad she wasn’t going to snitch on us and ruin my career. But my second thought was the realization that she had said we had had a little secret relationship.

  Why did she not want to be in a relationship with me, as evidenced by the fact that she was ignoring my calls, only to now act as if that was my fault?

  What in the world was going on here?

  I couldn’t get my previous thought out of my head, either. About her pregnancy. And how I wished the baby was mine.

  I picked up her chart again, looking to see if she had ever made another appointment.

  “Did you ever come in for your next IVF attempt appointment?” I asked, still trying to piece it all together.

  “No,” she said, shortly. “I decided not to go through with it, especially when I found out that you had rudely switched me to another doctor without even consulting me or letting me know. Clearly you wanted to get rid of me and be done with me.”

  My eyes almost popped out of my head.

  She had some nerve coming here with accusations, when I was the one w
ho had been chasing her and getting no response.

  “I had my reasons,” I said, folding my arms, starting to get irritated. “I would have loved to have explained them to you over the phone, but you never called back. I know you must have gotten at least one call or message since I called several times and left several messages.”

  “Yeah right!” she spouted at me.

  Why was she disputing reality?

  I felt like I was in an alternate world where nothing made sense.

  Chapter Thirteen - Anne

  I was seething mad. I knew that my eyes were rolling out of my head, but he was being such a jerk, I couldn’t help myself.

  It had already been obvious to me that he had been inconsiderate by not bothering to call, but to add being a liar on top of all of that, just to gaslight me into leaving his office, or not reporting him to the medical board, or for whatever nefarious other reason he was telling me lies, was the icing on the cake.

  I had finally worked through my nerves about wanting to tell him about the baby and thought that he deserved the honor of not just hearing about it through the grapevine or over the phone, so I had come here in person and all I got was a bunch of lies.

  I couldn’t believe how much of an asshole he was being and I decided that not only did he not deserve to know about the baby, but I was also completely done with him.

  “You’re unreal,” I said, backing out of his office.

  “What?” he asked, dumbly.

  He really did seem confused. But it was an obvious act he was putting on. And I wasn’t about to sit there and entertain more lies, so I left without another word.

  “Anne!” he yelled down the hall after me.

  I moved even more quickly, wanting to put as much distance between us as possible. I could feel tears burning behind my eyes, but I willed myself to hold them in until I got back to my own office.

  The nerve of him!

  I couldn’t believe that I had let myself be taken in by someone who was obviously such a lowlife.

  I tried to busy myself by working on some briefs that were due in a week, but the words I was trying to type just seemed to swim around on the screen. When I had reread what I had just written in one of the briefs for the third time without being able to make much sense of it, I figured that it was time to admit that I just wasn’t in the mood to work.

  I got ready to head home and call it a day.

  There was a knock on my door and it slowly creaked open. I was still gathering my things and hadn’t looked up, so I assumed that it was my secretary.

  “Hey, I’m heading home for the day,” I started to say. “I’m not feeling so hot. Don’t let anyone in since there aren’t any appointments…”

  Someone cleared their throat.

  I looked up and saw that it wasn’t my secretary.

  Instead, a woman I didn’t know was standing in my office.

  “Who… who are you?” I asked, almost swallowing my tongue. “And how did you get in here?”

  The doors to the main office building would have been locked by now and the only way to get in or out was with a key.

  What in the world did this crazy lady want?

  Is she here to rob me?

  I told myself that I was being insane and that none of this made sense, but I couldn’t help but still be thrown for a loop based on everything that had happened with Ted.

  “Hey, sorry for dropping in on you like this,” said the short, well put together lady with a nasally voice who was standing in my office. “I feel like we are already someone acquainted. I’m Ann McAllister. I think that I have something that belongs to you.”

  She shoved a wad of sticky notes and her cell phone towards me.

  All the sticky notes had Dr. Roberts’ name on them.

  “The messages got pretty excessive at one point, so I had my secretary put them all into one file for you,” Ann said.

  She clicked play on her phone’s recorder.

  “Anne, hi. It’s Ted. Please call me.”

  “Anne, it’s Ted again. I really had a great time with you. Could you give me a call when you get a chance? Thanks.”

  “It’s Ted again, Anne. I’m really not trying to bug you, but I really want – need to talk to you. It’s important. Can you call me back? There’s something that I need to explain.”

  “Hey, Anne. I’m not sure why you aren’t answering or calling me back, but I would love to see you again.”

  One of his last messages was even him calling and leaving me both his cell phone and office phone number.

  Now what he had said in his office made a lot more sense.

  He really had gone through the effort of trying to reach out to me.

  His last message, though, was the one that took the cake.

  “I know that you’ve been on your own for a long time and I certainly admire your strength for doing it. And I really feel like we hit it off and had a great time together. Or maybe you didn’t. I don’t know. I just believe that you really just don’t know what you’re missing out on, which would be an amazing life that both of us could live together after neither of us has had anyone for so long. I feel as if we have both finally met our soul mates, as cheesy as that sounds. Maybe you feel differently, even though it didn’t seem that way when we were together, so that’s why I think you’re just holding back out of fear and I want to tell you there’s nothing to be afraid of. I won’t hurt you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before and I was wondering if you feel the same way about me? But if you gave me a call back and let me know either way, I’d appreciate it. I also want to let you know that you’ll be in for a pleasant surprise if you call me back. If not, I understand, and will stop contacting you; I just wanted to try my hardest to pursue what I want – which is you – before doing so.”

  The phone went silent and I was at a loss for words.

  “Well, it was just the sweetest, most sincere thing I’d ever heard,” the other Ann said, getting choked up just listening again to the messages that had been meant for me.

  She was certainly a sentimental person. I chuckled as I thought about the fact that I’d wondered if we would look alike and act alike because we had the same name. It turned out we looked and acted nothing alike.

  “I almost felt lucky that we had the same name,” she continued. “It was like I was meant to hear them or something.”

  I thought that it sounded weird for her to say that she was meant to hear my messages, but I thanked her anyway. I was glad she had let me know about these messages, even though it would have been really great to have found out about them just one day earlier.

  “No problem,” said the other Ann. “I actually know Dr. Roberts. I was a patient at his clinic, believe it or not. He’s a really great guy. He made a wooden wind chime for my daughter, Cassie. She’s autistic and she absolutely loves the noises that they make.”

  My heart swelled at the thought of him making toys for disabled children.

  “That is really nice,” I admitted.

  I walked towards the door and hugged Ann.

  “I wish all the best for you and Dr. Roberts,” said Ann. “And when you finally talk to him, tell him the other Ann McAllister says hello.”

  She smiled at me.

  I smiled back.

  “I sure will,” I told her.

  “Oh, actually, he knows me by my married name, although I go by my maiden name professionally still. So tell him Ann Ashton says hello.”

  “Will do,” I said, thinking that that explained a lot.

  He wouldn’t have known he was calling the wrong Anne McAllister because he didn’t even know that this other Ann that he knew had the same last name as I do.

  But as she walked out of my office, I pushed her to the side of my mind.

  I certainly had a lot to talk to Ted about. And the least of my problems was going to be letting him know that this other Anne said hello.

  Chapte
r Fourteen - Ted

  I sat at my desk for what must have been hours, pouring over the contents of just one patient’s file: Anne’s.

  I thought that maybe there was something that I was missing that would have explained what had happened in my office.

  She just seemed too moody and emotional for the pregnancy hormones to have her acting that way. I was convinced that it was something else.

  But, what?

  She said that she had gotten pregnant the old-fashioned way, not by IVF.

  So, what did I have to do with it?

  Was the baby really mine?

  But, if it was, why did she leave so upset the way that she had?

  Nothing made any sense.

  I turned back to the first page, convinced that I was going to find the answer. I read her name. Anne McAllister.

  That’s when it hit me. When I had found her name on Google, it hadn’t been spelled the way that I had seen it in the chart. In her chart, she had an E at the end of her name. The way that I found it on Google didn’t. And then I thought there was something different about the spelling of her last name, too.

  Something told me to check the phone number and my heart almost skipped a beat at what I saw.

  The number that I had been calling, that I found on Google, was different from the number in her chart.

  I had been calling the wrong number all along.

  Shit.

  No wonder she had been so angry.

  Both of us had been right and just hadn’t known it. I couldn’t believe that I had been so stupid as to call the wrong person.

  I shuddered, thinking about all of the lengthy, embarrassing messages that I had left her. It made sense when I thought that it had been Anne.

  The fact that another person had heard those messages was just humiliating.

  But never mind that. I was focused on Anne: on finding out what exactly was going on with her.

  I knew what I had to now and darted out the door.

  I was going to see Anne and straighten out this whole mess. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too angry or think that I was an idiot or something and actually want to listen.