Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
He didn’t interrupt me.
In fact, he waited until I was fully dressed and walking back out the door.
Reed followed closely behind.
But before I could get the door all the way open, he spun me around and pinned me to the wall.
“What are you doing here?”
He was looking at me with such concern that I wanted to vomit all over him.
Well, in all actuality, I’d wanted to vomit for a really long time now. It wasn’t the act of seeing him that made me want to vomit. But now, I just wanted to do it on him, because he pissed me off.
He hadn’t seen me in four months, and he felt like he could just touch me like that?
And honestly, if I wanted to fucking leave, I could leave!
“I’m fine,” I snapped.
“You’re fine?”
I nodded stubbornly. “I’m fine.”
“Then why are you here?”
I bit my lip. “I’m out of birth control.”
His eyes narrowed. “You got a six-month script for it. I remember because I was the one to sign the script.”
I swallowed.
That was true.
It was also a lie on my end. I hadn’t taken any birth control since we’d done the dirty in the exam room.
I didn’t think I needed birth control anymore. I was literally done with men.
I’d die an old maid.
I’d decided yesterday that I was going to be an old cat lady with seventeen indoor cats.
“I lost it,” I lied.
A knock was at the door, and we both moved as one to get out of the way of the swinging door.
“Here are her labs, Dr. Hail.”
The same woman who’d been in the room with Dr. Hail earlier gave him a white sheet of paper.
I backed away even further so that we weren’t in such close proximity, and felt a shiver course through me.
“Dr. Hail,” another nurse came in on the heels of the woman leaving. “Here are her notes. She’s complaining of fatigue, weight gain, and intermittent nausea.”
Reed’s eyes widened as he got to the point of why I was really here.
Dammit.
I couldn’t quite understand what the problem with the symptoms was, but he filled me in moments later when he flipped the labs over and started to scan them.
“Pregnant.”
One word. Two syllables. Instant heart attack.
Nine minutes later, I was back undressed, on my back, with my legs spread.
Only instead of Reed’s dick penetrating me, the ultrasound wand was.
They tried to do a regular ultrasound over my belly, but apparently the placenta was directly over the front side of my uterus, and they couldn’t see a single thing due to its position.
Which then became the reason for having him use the wand.
It felt weirdly uncomfortable, and I was trying really hard not to think about Reed inserting anything into my vagina, or the fact that I was, indeed, pregnant.
Reed hadn’t said a word except to the nurse who brought the two machines into the room.
He’d made hand gestures that I had to guess what they meant, but other than that, he was very quiet about what he was doing, and feeling.
He knew, just as well as I did, that this kid was his.
And I knew he was freaking out inside.
Hell, I was freaking out inside.
“Your nurse friend wasn’t very happy that you were doing this by yourself.” I tried to talk about something that wasn’t the obvious elephant in the room.
“No.”
He’d told the nurse that I was his girlfriend and that he needed a few minutes alone with me.
The nurse’s eyes had widened, because it was obvious to everyone in the office that I was something to Reed, and that Reed hadn’t known anything about what was going on with me. Plus, the one nurse, Opal, had witnessed Reed going into this scary trance and watching me like I’d utterly betrayed him.
Which led us to now.
Reed sticking a probe inside of my vagina.
His eyes weren’t even on my vagina, but rather the computer screen that showed him the insides of my uterus.
It took me a while to realize he’d paused.
In fact, I was going to say something more when I saw that he paused in moving the wand around my belly.
My eyes turned from the screen, to Reed, then back again.
“What are you…”
Then I saw it.
It wasn’t even small enough not to know.
Head—big. Legs. Feet. Tiny little hands. Toes, oh God. The baby’s toes were so tiny and cute that I was crying before I’d even realized what I was doing.
Then he moved the screen some more, maybe to get a better angle, and tapped a few buttons.
I watched as the screen split into two…and I was confused at first.
“What are you doing?”
He typed something on the screen. Clicked more buttons. Then moved to the second screen.
I read the first screen while he moved to the second screen. I felt him moving the wand to get a better position, but my eyes were stuck on ‘Baby Hail #1.’