I squeeze her hand again, and she looks at me. She is looking at my face to judge my response to the news. If she were searching for a displeased look on my face, she would be surprised to see nothing but relief that she is pregnant and nothing serious. Well, nothing serious as in her health. Getting her pregnant was always going to happen, and envisioning her carrying my child made me fiercely protective of her. I wanted nothing more than to throw her over my shoulder, drag her out of there, and show her who she belongs to.
We sit there and wait another couple of hours until the nurse comes in with our discharge paperwork. Liv looks so much better after all of the IV hydration she received here. She looks over the paperwork and nods.
“Are these the names of obstetricians nearby? I guess I should probably call and make an appointment soon. What if I continue with nausea?”
The nurse nods in understanding. “We gave you a prescription to help with that. I know you work and go to school, but you might need to take things a bit slower if you can. I don’t need to tell you about the benefits of proper nutrition now that you are pregnant, but if you have any questions, here are some resources for additional information.”
Liv and I took the information and thanked the nurse.
Liv goes to stand. “Here, babe, let me help to get you to the car in case you start to get dizzy again.”
The door closes behind us, and I pull her into my arms. I gently place a hand on her flat stomach.
“Liv, you are pregnant with my child,” I say, trying to let that sink in.
God, I love it and how it does weird things to me. I nuzzle into her neck.
“We didn’t even get the chance to practice enough in making this baby.” I trail soft wet kisses up her neck and chin. She leans into my embrace, and I grab her by the ass, dragging her in closer to feel the hardness of my cock against her stomach. She moans,
“Yeah, but you made sure to make it count. It must have been one of the earlier times we had sex.”
I kiss her. When I think of my baby growing in her, it just makes me harder.
“I think the best part of this is that I get to take you home and fuck you bare as much as I want since you’re already pregnant.”
She pulls back and looks me in the eye. “Is that all you got from the discharge instructions?” She laughs into my neck, and the breath on my flesh makes my skin burst out in goose bumps. “Take me home now, Dax.”
I chuckle and pull away from her to arrange myself. “Let’s get out of here, baby.” I grab her stuff and hold her pocketbook in front of my junk, along with my coat, so that the waiting room doesn’t get a full view of the big tent in front of my scrub pants.
The drive to my apartment is quiet and consists of Liv looking out the window. Now is the best time before we get home and become distracted to spring the question of her moving in with me. I mean, it isn’t up to her anymore. This baby just solidifies her becoming mine.
“Penny, for your thoughts, Liv?” I glance at her, but I can’t get a read on her or what she thinks.
She turns to look at me. “Are you happy about this pregnancy, Dax?”
I grab her hand and bring it to my lips. “I couldn’t be happier. I know it isn’t the best time, but I can’t wait to see you start to show. Pregnant with my baby. In fact, I'd like you to move in. I don’t want you to stress out about working if you don’t want to. Let me take care of you both.”
She squeezes my hand. “Don't you think that’s moving a bit fast, Dax?”
I chuckle at the irony. “Baby, I think we skipped slow and progressed to full throttle. So what do you say?”
She looks me in the eyes to sense my seriousness. I know that she can see how deadly serious I am about this. “Okay, I’ll move in with you.”
A smile spreads across my face. Honestly, I was expecting more of an argument.
“When do you want me to move in?”
“As soon as possible. I don’t want you to have any more problems with feeling ill, especially in the first trimester. It is imperative, Liv, that you slow down a bit. Maybe just concentrate on school for now. You know you don’t have to worry about living expenses.”
She just nods and looks back out the window.
I pull into my apartment building and park. I help Liv out of the car, and she seems so tired. I can’t believe she passed out at that club. I am so thankful to Eduardo for calling me, so I could go and get her. I’ll be sure to let her sleep in. I don’t have to be anywhere first thing in the morning, so I can make sure to get her a few things from her apartment to wear. We need to plan a lot of things in the next few months in preparation for the baby, our baby. I pull Liv’s clothes off her and lift her arms to place one of my t-shirts on her. Her head hits the pillow, and she is immediately asleep. God, I love to look at her when she sleeps. She is so damn beautiful. She had her phone illuminated with a text message. I see that she has one text message from Emma and another from Brodie. That's interesting. I wonder what he wanted. I know that Liv still sees him once a week. She still blames herself for his accident. I wish she could somehow realize that that was nothing more than a terrible accident caused by his poor decision. That’s on him, as unfortunate as it is.
I’ll let Liv know that they messaged. I bet Emma is worried about her. From what I have witnessed, she has been an excellent friend to Liv. She could have been a good girlfriend for Jameson, but that didn’t work out. I know it wasn’t because of him. That guy has terrible luck with women. I just don’t understand why he can’t seem to lock anyone down. Emma seems to be happy with Eduardo if they are, in fact, a couple.They haven’t exactly announced it and it isn’t any of my business, either. I'll need Emma’s help persuading Liv to give up her job until graduation. I think she needs to take care of herself better for this baby and finish school. I bet she will be stubborn with that, but once she sees it is for the best, I believe she will come around. I jump in the shower and clean off micro specs of my job. I hate bringing the hospital germy crap home with me. I’m usually at the gym after or at least change into regular clothes before I leave. This time there wasn’t a chance for me to do this as I just reacted and left straight from there. I can’t fathom the thought of going to bed without a shower after working in the operating room, no matter how tired I am. That’s just gross, not to mention unsanitary.
I climb under the cool covers and lay on my side to watch Liv sleep. Her breathing is deep and regular. She is twitching in her sleep, and I wonder what she dreams. Is it us? Does she dream of me or our future together? The covers are weighted, and I can feel the heat radiating off Liv’s body. I can’t help but lay here and stare at her, thinking she almost got away. If I hadn’t injured myself that day and spent time with her, or if fate hadn’t intervened and brought us back into each other’s lives, I may not be welcoming a baby into the world soon. I get her into my arms and nuzzle my face into her neck. Her hair smells like her shampoo. Coconut and vanilla scents permeate my sheets, and I swear I have died and gone to heaven. I inhale, taking a deeper breath. She awakens a little to rest her hand on my chest.
I whisper into her ear, “I love you, baby.” She smiles without opening her eyes. “I love you.”
