Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
And if I have it my way, it will work out.
Every way I want.
I don’t need to look at her to know she’s gone still on me. “Oh, it slipped my mind that your mom is in Michigan.”
“Yeah. She is planning on moving back home to Texas, but she isn’t sure yet. She loves being by my brothers.”
She nods. “So, we should be seeing her next week.”
“We will see her next week and tell her about our mijito.”
She clears her throat. “You’re not scared?”
“Not even in the slightest. I’m excited.” And I am. But I am also scared my mom might throw her slipper at me for not telling her the moment I knew. I’ll deal with that later.
Her lips fight back a smile as she shakes her head. “Your cockiness is intoxicating.”
I smirk at her. “You love it.”
Her lips twitch. “I do.”
I pull into the clinic and shut off the car. I squeeze her hand once before she lets me go to grab her purse. I get out, coming around to help her out since my car is so low. I pull her up, and she lands on my chest, grinning up at me. “If I get any bigger, I won’t be able to get out,” she says, pulling down her dress.
“Then I’ll lift you,” I promise, kissing the side of her mouth. “Now, come on. I’m ready to know.”
Her laughter is like music as I thread our fingers together and guide her inside. The clinic waiting room is decorated with all kinds of flowers and softness for a comfortable atmosphere for women. It’s too much pink for me, but if I’m about to be a girl dad, I better get ready for it. I walk with her to the reception window, and I can feel her anxiety coming off her in waves.
Before we reach the window, I lean in and kiss her earlobe. Against her ear, I whisper, “I got you, mami, and I don’t care what they think.”
She swallows before leaning into me. When our eyes meet, she smiles and then kisses my chin. It’s a soft kiss that I want more of, but I resist that need as she pulls away to check in. I smile widely at the receptionist, and she smiles back as she greets Elliot.
“Elliot! You’re glowing!”
The male voice has my hackles rising. I look over my shoulder to find a rather tall, rather good-looking, younger dude looking at my woman. He smiles like they’re old friends or, rather, like he thinks my woman is gorgeous. I watch as his eyes trace over her face, her neck, and her swollen breasts. The hell? I look at Elliot as she beams back. “Thanks, Dr. Riley. How are you?”
The grin on his face is predatory, as if he thinks my woman is his to hunt. “Great, now that I know you’re here.”
The fuck?
Blush fills Elliot’s cheeks, and she giggles sweetly. She’s giving away my giggles! And, of course, Dr. Wandering Eyes is eating it up.
I glare. My heart pounds in my chest, and I want to kick this guy’s teeth in.
Yup, I don’t like this at all.
CHAPTER 25
Elliot
I know he’s pissed before I even feel Alex’s glare on me.
I feel his body tense; he squeezes my hand, and his breathing has picked up.
I was so worried that people would judge me, but I forgot that I have a male doctor and my baby daddy is a bit possessive.
After signing in and checking the normal boxes about my insurance and my phone number not changing, I set down the pen and look up at Alex. His brows are drawn in, his jaw is tight, and I’m pretty sure I can hear him grinding his molars.
Okay, maybe more than a bit possessive.
I raise a brow at him. “You good?”
“Who’s that?” he demands.
I don’t think Dr. Riley can see Alex, and I’m thankful since he looks more like a raging bull than a doting soon-to-be father. One of the windows in front of the reception desk is covered by different pieces of paper containing information, while the other is open in front of where I stand.
I shrug. “My doctor.”
His glare deepens. “He has a lot of cock between his legs, which seems to be attracted to you.”
“Alex!” I complain, my eyes widening. “What the hell?”
“I thought your doctor was a woman.”
“I never told you that.”
“Well, why isn’t he a woman?” he sputters.
I can’t help but laugh. “Why does it matter? I picked the best doctor, and he is that.”
He doesn’t seem convinced. “I’m sure we can find a better woman doctor who I won’t mind having her hands up in my woman.”
I snort even though a shiver runs down my spine at his words. He is a mess. A hot mess, but a mess all the same. “Your woman?”