The doctor looked mature, but not bad looking as far as she could tell. Of course Kati could not stare at him, it made Nate a bit jealous if she looked at any guy for more than a minute. She smiled shyly and nodded. "It's fine. I don't mind." she looked at Nate in concern. It had been hard to get him to come here today.<br/><br/>But she had begged him to get some help. The days turned into weeks as he looked for work. He was always so fidgety. She suspected his nervousness and inability to relax made it impossible for potential employers to consider him. She was working as hard as she could, to support both of them, but it was very hard. All they could afford was a very cheap apartment in a very badly managed complex. She longed to have a nice place, better furniture than the second hand cheap stuff from Goodwill.<br/><br/>She let Nate answer the doctor on his own. If she said too much he took it as her trying to run things. For some reason it grated on him that she was the one working and he was not. A male pride thing, she figured. He needed to get some income coming in to make things easier.  She was glad she had not become pregnant. It was one thing she insisted on, being on the pill. No way was she going to have kids until they could afford it.<br/><br/>Her tank top was a concession to Nate, he liked to see as much of her as she could get away with in decency. The fading yellow of bruises on her arms and neck  might tell the doctor a tale, but she was afraid he would think Nate abused her. Truth be told, Nate could get very rough with her. Almost too rough, but she never complained. She loved him dearly and the last few months since he had gotten out of the service had been steadily getting worse. He had  hit her, once. But he had threatened her often enough. His mouth had gotten so foul she blushed at times.<br/><br/>She longed for the old days, when he was a teenager in high school. He had been so kind and sweet to her. Even shy at times. The Army had changed him. Wounded him inside his mind. When he went to war, he had to do things, horrible things. He would sometimes talk in his sleep. It frightened her what he said.<br/><br/>She should be working today, they needed the money. But she felt he needed her here. She hoped he would allow her to at least sit in on the first visit. He might not like her being there at all. But she had to drive him. He was not supposed to drive, his licence was expired and they could not afford to renew it yet.<br/>