“Can you repeat that?” David’s hold on my hand grew shaky. I had a feeling this was why doctors asked patients to sit receiving news, even good new could make a person feel faint.
“Your wife is definitely pregnant, David. Congratulations.” She grinned and reached for his free hand to shake. “I’ll have the nurse pack up some prenatal vitamins and a prescription for an anti-nausea medication. I know this can be rough. It’ll be similar to what Jonathon prescribed after your chemo and is totally baby safe.”
“Thank you, Julia.”
“Alright, let’s move to the ultrasound room and see what we can see.” Dr. Hillman guided us down the hall to the ultrasound tech room. If I could have sprinted ahead of her I would. “Hop up here and lift your shirt up and pants down. The best way to see the baby is with an internal probe but my intern dropped it yesterday so we’ll go old fashioned today.”
“This is exciting.” I hopped up unable to contain myself. We would get to see our little glowing peanut. Dr. Hillman helped me get situated spreading the cold goo over my still flat belly. David stood next to me, his arm around me and holding my hand as close to us as possible. I knew he would be an amazing father and partner.
“Let’s see what we can see today.” She scanned my abdomen and the monitor came on showing us shadowed blobs will making a whooshing sound.
“The baby is going to be so adorable. Can I tell Jonathon? He’ll be so happy for you.”
“Please, and send him my regards. I wouldn’t be in remission without him.”
Dr. Hillman smiled and turned to us both, “You’re a fighter, Kiara. Your babies will be too.”
David’s face frowned, “Did you say babies, Dr. Hillman?”
“I sure did. Take a look here.” She pressed lower and pointed at the screen. “Right there. Two little peanuts.”
“Two. Baby. She said two.”
“David? Honey? Are you okay?” My big strong husband made huffing sounds and staggered back from the exam bed.
“Sit down. Breath deep.” Dr. Hillman smiled at me. “This happens more often than you realize.” She put the ultrasound wand down and helped David to the chair, her hand on his shoulder. I leaned up but she waved me to lay back down.
“Let’s a get a picture of these cute babies for you to take home.” She resumed the scan and David kept his head between his knees for a few moments.
“I’m okay, Kiara. I’m beyond amazed and happy, I just needed a second.”
“There’s nothing wrong with admitting you’re overwhelmed. I think I’ll feel it too when the shock wears off.” The shock kept me numb from freaking out. We weren’t having one baby. We were having two babies at the same time. Double of everything. Double cuteness, strollers, diapers, and love. I was lucky to have David with my on this ride.
“You’re happy?” His gaze searched my face and I nodded feeling the tightness in my chest and the tears pooling in my eyes as the uncontrollable wave of love for this man flooded me.
“I’m so happy, David. Come here.” I waved him back to me and he joined me again. His hands cupped my cheeks and he kissed me with the gentlest hold. This man was my everything and now we’d start this journey together doubly blessed. My mother was going to maim him and then bake him the biggest apple pie. I couldn’t wait to tell my family.
Excerpt from Mine To Keep
EVAN
I had an unusual fascination with my not-girlfriend’s breasts. In an effort to not be a pig like my ex-girlfriend enjoyed pointing out, I did anything but look at them. Unfortunately, that left me looking at all sorts of odd things like the tchotchkes all over the walls of Easton’s Pub. Antique growlers, pictures in black and white, and the odd amount of farm equipment bolted into the walls.
It didn’t help that I was reminded of the not-kiss we shared months ago when I was on an atypical bender. Apparently, I even touched the objects of my fascination before she ran off into the kitchen like a scared cat on a hot tin roof or some other southern euphemism I googled after listening to her whisper the words against my beer soaked lips. I felt like an idiot–one who took advantage of a sweet girl I hadn’t meant to.
So instead of making eye contact, I tried to be normal. I focused on a space beyond her shoulder and clenched my fists fantasizing about her small cupful of breasts that left me hungry and unsettled. I forced myself to hang back so I didn’t jump in her way making her drop the glasses she grabbed off the tables. I tried to be helpful, but my dick was conversing other ideas to my brain as I observed her movements.
Little momma was more stubborn than a mule. There was also a high probability I would get kicked telling her that. I licked my lips as she walked away and mentally berated myself for not kissing her senseless or just backing away all together giving her the space her body language said she wanted so badly. I was an idiot. An idiot half in love with a pregnant girl who wasn’t mine.
Remi Kennedy sashayed her pert round ass past me to another table while I held her bucket of dishes feeling gob smacked. Yeah, that was the word I was looking for as I noticed her grimace from across the bar, and when neither of her bosses, who in their defense were tending their business did anything to stop her. I felt compelled to take the matter up myself.
She had been shaking her fine ass to a song I hadn’t heard in years. Little school girl outfits and long red haired pigtails came to mind, the later not so much the stuff of my adult fantasies, but the former in a nice red plaid would have done me fine. Her black apron was tiny, one pocket holding her writing pad for drink orders and appetizers didn’t cover much, and the shorts she wore accentuated the cup of her cheeks, that I very, very badly wanted to touch. I swore there was a little more skin showing out from the frayed denim tonight than on previous nights (that I swore I wasn’t watching her) that made me harder than a steel pole. Thank god for the bucket of dishes parked in my lap hiding my straining erection. I wasn’t letting those dishes go for anything no matter how pretty she begged me.
Tonight, her red hair was up in messy bun and the pale skin of her neck showed freckles skimming the delicate surface from the bridge of her nose right down past her collarbone and into her shirt. Curiosity made me wonder if the freckles trailed over her round plump breasts or down her back like faint leopard spots. I bet I could peek if I got close enough given how short she was compared to me, but then I would have to smell her. Smelling her could be equally as dangerous.
Being tall definitely had it perks and responsibilities and as an officer of the law I made an oath to use my powers for good. However, the tempting thoughts of wrapping my hand around her neck in a lose hold while I pounded into her from behind in tune to the beats of my heart and the music playing from the jukebox in the corner clouded my mind. Connecting the imaginary freckles on her back with my tongue dried my mouth and I stopped myself from chugging my beer down. Damn, I was kind of a pervert, or maybe I was overthinking things. I didn’t know.
“Um Evan?” I hadn’t realized she’d been talking to me until she tugged on the bucket I held. She could beg prettily, pout her kissable lips, but no way in hell was I giving up my armor. This dick of mine might scare her off the way it was standing proud and loud tonight.