Before fetching the towel I dumped when I raced her way, I help her stand. “I’d rather be safe than sorry.” With no care about my nakedness, I use the towel to clean my mess before telling Macy to get dressed.
She does as asked, albeit begrudgingly.
It is for the best. I may have forgotten that I’m not the father-to-be if her stubbornness had forced me to carry her kicking and screaming to the closest ER.
16
MACY
The coolness of the gel on my belly sends a shiver down my spine when the ultrasound technician glides a wand over my stomach. The examination room at the local hospital is dimly lit, and the soft whirr of the ultrasound machine fills the silence. I glance over at Grayson, who is standing at my side with his eyes fixed on the screen. I suggested he wait outside, but I’m glad he chose to come with me for the ultrasound. His presence is the only anchor I have to stop my mind from swirling with worry.
Grayson cushioned my fall; however, the bumps stacked in his midsection are as rigid as the floor I was careening toward. And I won’t mention the other appendage I felt digging in, or I may have another shameful slip in decorum.
Last night, Grayson supported me as a friend, but my hormones made it feel like more. I took the gentleness of his touch and the shallowness of his breaths as something more, and since it occurred at bedtime, my mind got carried away on me.
I’ve dreamed about Grayson in the past, but the one last night was filthy. He was a god who brought me to climax moretimes than I could count, and even though it was a made-up fantasy, my body responded as if it were real.
Have you ever climaxed so hard you felt like you were going to pee? My bladder was already pushed to the limit, but the image and scent of Grayson my deviant mind conjured up almost broke me.
It was so invigorating that I rolled onto my side and scissored my legs like I wasn’t busting to use the facilities. I was right there, on the cusp of an orgasm, and I had reached that point with nothing but my imagination.
I held on to those tingles for as long as possible, certain I wouldn’t experience them again anytime soon. Then, when they subsided for the aches of a full bladder, I begrudgingly stomped to the bathroom. You know what happened from there, though I doubt you will ever fully comprehend the awe of Grayson in the buff.
Whoa!That man is as divine out of his clothes as he is in them, and the visual had me wishing it was bedtime again.
I’ve never wished away the hours as I did in the bathroom this morning.
I focus back on the present when the technician slices my worry in half with five short words. “Everything looks how it should.” I glance at Grayson, who is smiling as brightly as I am when she continues. “The baby’s heartbeat is strong, and there are no signs of distress.” She locks eyes with Grayson, but instead of showering him with lust, like many of the nurses have for the past hour, she shines praise on him. “You did good, Daddy.”
“Thank you.” Grayson doesn’t correct her assumption that he is my unborn child’s father. “Is there any chance we could get a copy of that?”
When he looks up at the monitor showing my unborn baby’s cute face, the technician smiles. “Of course.” She clicks a handfulof buttons on the ultrasound machine. While it prints out the image Grayson selected, she wipes the gel off my stomach and then helps me sit. “The doctor will be in shortly to discuss the results.” She hands Grayson the photo she printed out for him, dips her chin in farewell, and then leaves the room.
After ogling the image like a proud papa-to-be, Grayson places his hand on top of mine and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” I ought to leave it there, but my fear won’t let me. “I’m a little scared.”
“Of what?” Grayson eyes me cautiously. “The technician said everything looks good.”
“I’m not worried about that.” I flash him the same grateful look the technician gave him. “I’m more worried about how that”—I jerk my chin to the monitor still showing my baby’s adorable face—“is going to fit out of there.” This time, I wave my hand to my vagina.
Grayson laughs, and it instantly appeases my worry. “I understand your concern. He has a pretty big head.”
“Or maybeshehas a big brain.”
He clutches his chest as if maimed. “If you missed the instrument your son is carrying between his legs, I’ll need to purchase a magnifying glass before stripping naked in front of you again. It was unmissable.” Before I can articulate any of the wicked thoughts in my head, Grayson murmurs, “I’ll happily accept any daddy title they wish to hand me if it will have them believingthatcame from me.” He nudges his head back to the monitor.
Now that he’s pointed it out, it is pretty apparent that my unborn child is a boy.
My eyes slide back to Grayson when he asks, “Are you sure we didn’t have a sneaky hookup eight months ago? I’m seeing a family resemblance.”
I wish.
I realize I said my statement out loud when Grayson’s grin stretches from ear to ear. Mercifully, the doctor arrives before I can decipher why he seems more pleased than repulsed.
“Good news.” The obstetrician looks up from my medical chart. “The ultrasound shows that everything is fine. The baby is healthy, and there appears to be no complications from the fall.”
I sigh with relief as the tension bunched in my shoulders slips away. “Thank you, Doctor.”
