I shot him a pointed look, telling him to shut up for a moment. “Dr. Charles speaking. How may I help you?”
“Dr. Charles, it’s Amelia Johnson,” I told him. “I just saw you today.”
“Ah, Amelia. Is everything okay?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
I sighed and ran a hand through my bangs. “Actually, this just came to my mind, and it has me a little worried. I’m three months pregnant, and I’ve been drinking most of those days. How will that affect my pregnancy and my baby?”
He sighed at the same time Cole squeezed my thigh and sat next to me. “Okay. I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” Dr. Charles began. “Do you think that you can come in tomorrow?”
I nodded, though I knew he couldn’t see me. “Of course, I can,” I told him. If it meant making sure my child was okay, I would go to the ends of the fucking world tomorrow.
“Okay; I want you to come in at nine in the morning, and we’re going to do an ultrasound to look for any defects. We’ll also keep check throughout your entire pregnancy, but we won’t know how the alcohol consumption will affect your child’s brain until it has been born.”
I sighed. I had probably already fucked my child up, and it wasn’t even that old yet. “Okay. I’ll see you at nine. Thank you,” I murmured.
I hung up the phone and looked down at my hand that Cole was holding. He sighed, making me look up at him. “We’ll deal with it, baby,” he said gently. “I’m glad you thought about the alcohol though. I never would have.”
“Cole, I’m such a bad mom,” I whispered, looking down at my lap.
He gripped my chin in his hand, shaking his head. “Amelia, you’re not a bad mother. You didn’t even know you were pregnant. Don’t beat yourself up over it. Just take care of yourself so that your body can take care of our baby, okay?” He leaned forward and kissed me, his hand sliding along the back of my neck. I arched myself into his touch, sighing. Cole always turned me on, no matter what. “You need to take a nap. From the research that I’ve done since we both found out about your pregnancy, rest is good for both of you.”
I sighed. I felt weak for what I was about to ask, but I didn’t want him to leave me. I wanted him to hold me while I slept. “Will you stay with me?” I asked softly.
He smirked. “Do you want me that bad, babe?”
I glared at him, clenching my jaw. For once, I let him see the more vulnerable side of me, and he goes and says some stupid shit like that. “Never mind. Go fuck yourself,” I snapped.
He sighed. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’ll stay with you, okay?”
I ignored him and laid down, turning my back to him. A few moments later, I felt Cole’s arms wrap around my waist, and he pulled me against his shirtless body. “Go to sleep, baby. I won’t leave without telling you.”
I smiled to myself.
Even if it took me getting knocked up, Cole had admitted that he cared about me. It was a relief for me to know that my feelings weren’t just one-sided. I’d had feelings for Cole for a very long time. As much as I hated it, this baby would be the one thing that would bring us together.
* * *
Cole
I groanedwhen someone knocked on the door. “What?” I whispered harshly. Fuck, I was finally getting some decent sleep, and somebody had to come fucking ruin it. If they ended up waking Amelia, I would make sure they would face my fucking wrath.
Lorenzo stepped into the room. “Cole, we’ve got some random blonde bitch standing in the middle of the clubhouse ranting some stupid shit about you promising her something.”
I sighed. Of course, the one bitch that I wished to never see again would remember that I promised her out of the life that she was currently in. This one wouldn’t be much better for her. It wasn’t like she would be my old lady, like so many women wished for when they came to me for help. I was pretty sure it was clear that Amelia was my old lady, even if it wasn’t official yet between us.
“I’ll be out there in a minute. Be prepared for some,” I paused for a moment, trying to find the right word to use, “drama.”
He looked at Amelia sleeping and smirked. “I’ll grab a beer while we’re waiting. Should I make some popcorn?” he asked sarcastically, grinning.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes, shaking my head. He stepped out of the room, and I gently shook Amelia. She groaned. “What?” she mumbled.
“There’s a girl I made a promise to a couple of years ago in the barroom. I need to go deal with it. Do you want to come out there with me, or do you want to continue to sleep? I told you I wouldn’t leave without letting you know first,” I reminded her.
She rolled onto her back and stretched. I groaned at the sight. Man, she looked so unbelievably sexy when she stretched like that.
I got out of bed before I put off dealing with the shit out in the barroom and instead fuck Amelia seven ways to Sunday. I slid my shirt back on and put my shoes on, shrugging on my cut. She finally rolled out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. “I’ll be out in the barroom, baby,” I told her.
She nodded, and I left the room. When I got to the barroom, the blonde girl was sitting at one of the tables, drinking what looked to be a soda. She looked up when I walked in. “Cole!” she exclaimed.