Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 123922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
She definitely wasn’t pregnant—I was just being a bitch.
Colour flushed her perfectly positioned cheekbones. “No, me sister is. I’m just here for moral support.”
I faked a smile. “Oh, sorry. I thought you were waitin’ for an ultrasound.”
She caught onto my cattiness and looked me up and down. “It’s fine, a harmless mistake. Are you expectin’ triplets?”
That. Little. Bitch.
“Nope, just one big baby,” I said and pointed at Kane. “He is the daddy, you can only imagine how big our child will be.”
I had no idea why I was being so defensive. Usually, I wouldn’t care about Kane and any possible lay he could have, but we were about to see our baby together for the first time, and I just wanted him to myself right now. If the chick wanted him after the appointment, she could damn well have him.
No, she couldn’t. I take it back. If I couldn’t sleep with any men whilst being pregnant, then Kane couldn’t sleep with any women. That was fair.
“What is going on with you?” Kane murmured.
I didn’t know the answer to that question so I made something up.
“I just can’t wait to get home.”
“Why?”
“So I can take me bra off.”
Kane snorted at me, “It’s uncomfortable?”
I nodded my head. “The straps are startin’ to dig into my skin and I’m about to pop out of this one. I need to go and get some maternity bras, me old ones aren’t cuttin’ it anymore.”
Kane glanced down to my chest and licked his lips. “They look fine to me.”
I looked down also and grunted. My bra was tight, which made my newly enlarged breasts push up and almost spill out of my bra. Pre-pregnancy I was already big chested at a thirty-two double D. God only knew what I was now.
“They look too big. It makes them look fake and nasty.”
Kane gasped, “Don’t you ever say something so disgusting again. There is no such thing as boobs that are too big. Do you understand me?”
I laughed, “If you like them so much, you have them.”
Kane lifted his hands to my boobs and tried to touch them only for me to smack his hands away.
“I mean you have them on your chest. I didn’t mean touch them!”
Kane shook away the sting on his hands. “You have to be more specific.”
Clearly.
“You’re such a pervert.”
Kane smirked. “You love it.”
I hated that I smiled.
“Whatever,” I mumbled, trying to appear annoyed.
“Aideen Collins?”
Finally.
“Yes?” I replied to the voice calling my name.
The nurse from before popped her head around the corner and smiled. “I’m ready for you.”
I felt hands on my hips.
“Come on, Daddy, you can come too,” the nurse chirped to Kane then turned and disappeared around the corner.
I laughed at Kane’s facial expression as he looked down at me. “She called me Daddy,” he murmured.
I shook my head, smiling. “I’m sure she calls all the fathers-to-be, Daddy.”
Kane waggled his eyebrows. “Or maybe she wants—”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll hurt you,” I warned, my hand raised and my index finger pointing at him dangerously. “I’m not havin’ me midwife seduced by you today or any other day. She is here for me so keep it in your boxers or else.”
Kane laughed at me and placed both his hands on my shoulders when I turned and began to walk in the direction the nurse went. I spotted her outside a room and she gestured us in with her hand when we neared her.
We entered the large room filled with medical equipment. I recognised two things: The bed and the monitor used to see a baby inside its mother’s tummy.
“Pop up onto the bed, Aideen, and we’ll get started.”
I eyed the nurse, but did as she said. She seemed a lot happier than earlier and not at all wary of Kane like she was before. Maybe Kane was right and people can’t help but instinctively fear him when they first lay eyes on him.
I just didn’t get it—I didn’t have that problem when I first met him two years ago. I thought he was gorgeous; scars included.
“How have you been feeling over the past few weeks?” the nurse asked me.
“Good,” I replied and got up onto the bed with the help of Kane, who then sat next to me on a vacant chair. “I’ve been goin’ to my medical centre every week for little check-ups. It’s all there in my file, or it should be.”
The nurse flipped open my pink folder. “Yep, I see all your logged visits. Everything is looking great. Has your tummy settled down? I see a note here that you are still quite ill.”
I grunted, “It’s calmed down, but I still throw up mostly in the mornin’s.”
The nurse nodded her head and wrote something down on my file.
“Are you excited for your visit today?” the nurse asked with a smile. “You’re halfway there, only twenty weeks to go.”
I felt a huge smile stretch across my face. “I’m so excited, I can’t wait to see the baby again. They don’t have a machine in the clinic that lets you see the baby, only the one to hear it.”
“Well, you’ll be in for a treat. Baby will be a lot bigger than when you were here last time. You get to see 4D images today also.”
“I can’t wait.”
The nurse looked at Kane. “This is your first time seeing your baby, are you excited?”
“Very excited,” Kane replied.
The nurse smiled and looked to me. “You can lift your top and lower your leggings down just like before.”
I nodded my head and reached down and pulled up my t-shirt until it was tucked under my breasts. I tried to wiggle my leggings down, but it just wasn’t happening so I looked at Kane. “Pull my leggin’s and knickers down a little, will you?”
Kane stood up and gripped the hem of my leggings and underwear. “How far down?” he asked with a smirk on his face and a wiggle of his eyebrows.
I laughed, “Only a little bit.”
He pouted and tugged them down ever so slightly before sitting back down to look like a sad puppy. Smiling, I shook my head at him.