Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
My senior midwife steps around me and goes straight for the baby. “November, I’m sure you remember Suzi from July’s delivery. We’re just going to cut the cord, and then Suzi is going to take this little one to get checked out. She’s in great hands.”
November eyes Suzi as though she’s some kind of predator about to steal her baby, but after a second, her hold on her baby girl loosens. “Yes, of course. How could I forget?”
The cord is cut, and not a second later, the baby is lifted off November’s chest and placed into a plastic, see-through crib that’s already been prepared with ‘MAYSON’ written on the side.
With the baby just sitting outside the doors with my midwives checking over her, I look back at November. “Alright, you’re up next,” I tell her, sensing the nurse behind me moving in with the gurney. “We need to get you off this floor and into a sterile room. Are you ready?”
November groans as Asher adjusts himself, more than prepared to scoop her up like her knight in shining armor and get her to safety as quickly as possible.
“Okay,” November says on a groan, glancing up at her husband, knowing that he won’t let anyone else even attempt to lift her. “Just make it quick. It still hurts.”
Asher nods, and I raise out of my crouch to make room for them to pass. He scoops her up with ease and in a second, is walking out of the elevator, leaving behind Autumn cowering in the back corner along with the mess that she’s created.
I move out of the elevator and check over my patients, and seeing they’re both doing alright, I nod to Suzi. “Alright, get them down to my birthing suite so we can finish this off. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Suzi instantly jumps into action, and the group of nurses, midwives, and interns begin transporting my patients, leaving me to deal with the mess left behind.
I turn around just in time to watch Autumn stepping out of the elevator, and as I raise my sour gaze to hers, ready to lay down the law, the words instantly fall away.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
Autumn beams up at me, stepping right in front of me and looking like a child who just got the best news of their life, blowing me the fuck away. “That was incredible,” she whisper-yells, trying to keep her tone down in the hospital as she practically bounces on her toes, not able to stand still in her excitement. Elation fills every inch of her. “I’ve never felt so good. That baby coming out like that. Fuck, I can’t wait to tell everyone about it. I mean, sure, it wasn’t exactly the way that I thought I’d first deliver a baby, but WOW! That was everything. I’m so pumped. That was the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done. I swear, it was better than sex. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“I …” I let the words fall away, not sure how to respond to this woman. I should be reprimanding her, putting her in midwife prison, yet instead, all I can do is stare. How is she so beautiful? Even drenched from the storm outside and covered in November’s guts and gore, she seems to not even notice.
What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I tell her to shut the fuck up and get out of my sight? Maybe it’s her sparkling hazel eyes that are drawing me in, or maybe it’s the brunette waves that sit high in her messy bun, though, I bet when she lets it free and stands out in the sunshine, there’s a hint of amber in there.
The fuck? Amber? Why should I give a shit if there’s a hint of amber in her hair and why the fuck do I want to run my fingers through it so bad? I wonder how it’d feel to wrap my whole hand around it and yank that pretty head back until her eyes were focused only on me.
Nope. Reign it in, Thorne. You sound like a fucking creep.
She’s a fucking student, and from the looks of it, in her early twenties. I need to stay far away from this one. I narrow my eyes on hers, watching as she slowly takes me in as if her excitement had failed to allow her to do so earlier. “Holy shit,” she gasps, taking a step back, her eyes widening. “You’re Dr. Thorne Mayson.”
I nod, but she cuts me off before I can say a word. “Fuck, I just swore in front of Dr. Thorne Mayson.” She gasps again, leaving me wondering why she’s repeating my full name like that. “Shit, I just did it again. Crap, and again. Ooooh, fuck. This is not how I intended to meet you.”