Oh no, here we go. “I haven’t been to the doctor. I took a test this morning. I’ve been feeling off and?—”
He cups my face in his hands. “We need to go to the doctor.”
I knew he would be protective and insist on going to the doctor. “I’ll call on Monday and schedule an appointment.”
He looks at me as if I’ve grown two heads. He stands up and walks over to the kitchen. He plates the food and then sets it in front of me and then takes a chair across from me.
He picks up his phone.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
He looks up. “I’m going to get you an appointment today. Eat.”
I look down at the food, and my stomach turns.
He pulls the plate away. “Oh honey, what can you eat?”
I am trying not to turn green. “I dunno. Toast, maybe?”
He stands up and takes the plate to the counter. I watch as he gets some bread out and drops two pieces in the toaster. “Butter?” he asks.
I bite my lip. “Yeah, maybe a little.”
He nods. He pours a glass of orange juice and brings it over to me with a glass of water. As soon as the bread pops up, he butters it and brings it to me. He hovers over me as I take a bite. I nibble it slowly, then swallow and wait to see if my stomach turns, and when it goes down easily, I take another bite. Satisfied, Dillon sits across from me. “Maybe you should skip today and lie down instead.”
I laugh. “I’m not spending the next nine months in bed, Dillon.”
He reaches across the table and holds my hand. “I love you, London.”
I nod. “I know.”
He points to my plate. “Eat.”
I struggle through a few more bites, and while I do, he picks up his phone again and starts typing into it.
He reads silently for a minute and then points at it. “Okay, it says that morning sickness is normal.” He shakes his head, not satisfied. “After you eat, we’re going to the arena.”
I swallow my last bite. “We don’t have to be there for another four hours.”
He acts like I didn’t say anything. “Let’s shower and get on the road.”
“Dillon, Dr. Lane has real emergencies and real patients to deal with. He can’t do anything to help me at the arena.”
Dillon snaps his fingers. “Between Dr. Macks and Dr. Lane, they can figure out something.”
I gasp. “Dr. Macks? He’s a veterinarian.”
Dillon is on edge, and I stand up and come around the table to sit on his lap. “Dillon, honey, you have to calm down.” I pat his chest. “Take a deep breath.”
He takes a deep breath and leans his head against me. “Honey, we’re going to have a baby.”
I cup his face in my hands. “Are you happy?”
He sniffs, and I swear the man looks as if he’s about to cry. “I’m so fuckin’ happy.” He sniffs again. “What about you? You happy?”
I nod, but that’s not enough for him. He holds me tight against him. “Are you okay with not riding? I know you love it, and I hate that you have to give up something you love, even if it’s only temporary.”
I put a hand to my still flat belly. “I love you… I love our baby… and yes, I enjoy riding, but I’ll be fine. I’m excited to see you as a daddy.”
