Female Gynecologist Queens Novels & Stories

Our fight. Inside, the gynecologist’s office felt calmer—soft blue walls, a chair angled by the desk, the faint hum of a monitor. A woman in her fifties with kind eyes introduced herself as Dr. Patel. She shook both our hands before sitting down, flipping through my chart. “So,” she said warmly, “you’ve had positive home tests, yes?” I nodded, my throat dry. Aaron squeezed my hand. “Three,” he added, his voice gruff. “All positive.”

Today she’d forced herself through the door because the nurse had called to remind her, voice too cheerful, like she knew Mia was avoiding something. Dr. Ethan Cole’s name glowed on the door plaque: Board-Certified Obstetrics & Gynecology. She’d chosen him because the online reviews called him “kind,” “patient,” “handsome in a distracting way.” She hadn’t expected the last part to matter so much.

I hailed a cab and gave him the direction of the clinic, When I reached the Clinic it was fully packed with patients. Most of them were pregnant women and their husbands or boyfriends. I felt alone among them. I slowly walked to the receptionist. "Hello, Miss, how can I help you?" said the receptionist with a genuine smile. "I had an appointment with Doctor Safian. Can you please check it for me?" I requested her. "Sure, your name?" she asked looking at her computer. "Kylie Johnson," I spelled my name to her. She searched through her computer and turned back to me with a sad smile.

The doctor was a female gynecologist. When she saw Mila, she put down her phone and looked at Mia. " Hello, Ms. Eastan " The female doctor smiled mysteriously. Mia smiled awkwardly; she doesn't know why, but the doctor gave her an uncomfortable feeling. But Mia put it aside and told the doctor what she wanted. The doctor listened to her and went to go through all aspects of her health history. The doctor asked her about gynecological issues, such as fibroids. Also, about her married life.

Confused, Quinn wondered why Xavier had brought her here. Xavier had been holding her hand all the while Joel led them into the villa. He explained, "Madam Quigley is a famous doctor at Dudore Specialist Hospital. I'm taking you to her for a consultation since she's around. She's very nice. You don't have to be nervous." Quinn scoffed inwardly. She wasn't nervous at all. Still clutching her hand, Xavier decided to take her for a consultation on her stomach issues. While chatting, they arrived at the pharmacy room, where she withdrew from his grasp.

They look as they should. Perfect. Untouched. Then the Queen Mother arrives. Her presence shifts the entire room. Silence follows her. Power follows her. “Where is my daughter in law?” she asks, her sharp gaze moving across the hall before settling on Lila and Viola. I do not answer. Not immediately. Something in her voice feels different. Heavier. More knowing. My mind moves quickly. Kiana is not here. She should . The thought settles. Slow. Unwelcome. My gaze shifts toward the doors.

I couldn't help but think of what the gynecologist would be like. After clearing up the kitchen, I headed back to my room to get ready. I couldn't help but think about the upcoming appointment. The gynecologist needed to be on my side and not disclose my secrets to Ethan. I didn't know how I would manage it, but I had to. I picked up the ID card from the bed where I had dropped it and scanned through the details. Dr. Remi Laurent - MD, FRCOG, Specialty Registrar in Obstetrics and Gynaecology, Riverview Hospital

If Willow heard about it, all his previous efforts could be wasted. After a long silence, Queenie made her decision. "Please treat me. I trust you. We haven't known each other for long, but I know your character. To you, I'm just a patient. Let's do this." In the bedroom, after Felix pointed out all the spots, Queenie realized she would only be able to keep her underwear. Everything else had to go. Despite being prepared, she couldn't help feeling nervous and self-conscious. What woman wouldn't feel something going to a male doctor for a gynecological exam?

I put back the blouse and adjusted it to hide carefully, I had it with me every time I met those people in that mansion, that must be why those girls were peeking at me because they knew it and so did both of them. I rushed out to my phone, searched for a gynaecologist on g****e and copied the number on my log pad. I ringed her a ball, while the line was connecting, the height of rigidity only multiplied than dividing, making me a pack of rapid breaths. The line connected and a woman lightly spoke, “Hello, This is Hollywood Women Center, how may I assist you?” “H-Hello, umm, can you make an appointment for me with Dr. Kelsy Martin,”

She rushed in and caught sight of me thrashing and trying to get off the exam table. "What are you embarrassed about?" she snapped. "To a doctor, gender doesn't matter. They're just here to help you!" Then, she hurried forward and pinned me in place. "Dr. Hayes, examine her now!" "I want a different doctor!" I shouted, my voice hoarse. My mom shot back, "Do you know how hard it is to get an appointment here? I spent three days glued to my phone just to secure this slot, and now you want to leave?"