Mik closed the last of the space between them, “I want you… you, and I can wait.”
“Plus, I figured that running wouldn’t do me any good this time, especially if you’ve knocked me up.”
Mik’s lips twitched and his heart lit up as he watched Ro laugh.
“It’s just really hard to believe that it’s a possibility.” Rowan’s voice was soft, filled with wonder.
And Mikhail wanted to do cartwheels.
Mik thought of the pregnancy test that was just a few feet away from them. They would know very soon, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t have to give the speech he’d been trying to come up with.
Ro continued to laugh, shaking his head, but then his shoulders started shaking and he sniffed. Mikhail realised his mate was crying.
Mikhail’s body froze at the sound. He finally gave in and pulled Rowan into his arms
“What if… what if I’m not a good father,” Ro’s voice broke.
Mik knew that wasn’t possible. “It’s going to be alright, Ro. I promise you.” Rowan rested his head against Mik’s heart, and he rubbed his back as he spoke. “That’s not even possible.”
Mikhail had seen Rowan with his nephews, and his mate clearly took care of his brothers. He’d sacrificed for his family. There was no way he would not be a great dad.
Nineteen
Rowan
Rowan grabbed the chart from the front desk and looked it over. It was Sydney, one of his midwife patients, and this was her thirty-six-week visit to make sure she was on track for her delivery.
Ro left the desk and headed to the room where they already had her set up, knocked on the door, and heard a slight, “Come in.”
He opened up the door and saw Mrs. Ellis on the table. She was leaning back, her hand propped on her stomach, appearing like she could go into labour at any point. Rowan smiled at her. “Hi, Syd. How are we feeling today?” She had insisted he call her Syd since the first time they’d met, and since part of his job was to make sure she was comfortable, he’d obliged. Plus, he quite liked her snark.
She sniggered. “Well, this little one is on my bladder, and if cough, I pee, so all in all, peachy.”
“So well then?” Rowan chuckled, then grabbed the blood pressure cuff and walked it over to her, wrapping it around her and waited for her response.
“If well is feeling like a balloon that’s ready to pop, then I am very well.” She said on a snort. “Luckily, I know what to expect having done this twice already.”
Rowan couldn’t help laughing at her tone. As they chatted, he took her blood pressure and made a note of it in her records.
“You got your bag all packed now?” Rowan looked up from his note-taking to ask.
“Yup, finally, by the door in the bedroom and everything,” Syd replied. “My mum should be coming down from Wales soon.”
“That should be a lot of help with the two little ones.”
“Mmm.” Syd nodded. “Richard is going to travel less once I get to thirty-eight weeks so I can stay off my feet.” She groaned. “Even though I can’t see them, I know they’re huge.”
“Four weeks to go now.”
“And I can’t wait. No more after this little one.”
Rowan measured her stomach and took more notes. He felt her belly and could tell that the baby was pointing down, so no breach there, which he was happy about.
All the while, he could feel Sydney’s eyes on him, and not like usual. He felt like a bug under a microscope that she was studying.
Rowan picked up his tablet and added in a couple more notes, pointedly ignoring her blatant scrutiny of him.
“Sleeping alright?” Rowan asked as he walked over to the cart with the syringes and got a tray with everything he needed.
