“I want you on call,” I tell the doctor, looking at the picture in Gracie’s hand and deciding I won’t be taking any chances
Mr. Ravenshaw, I do have commitments; I run my own practice.” She looks shocked.
“I understand, and I’m prepared to compensate for any lost cost as well as your fee. When the time comes closer, I want you and a midwife team of your choice on permanent standby.”
“Jack.” Gracie looks up at me like I’m being unreasonable.
“You don’t want any hospitals, I’m just doing what needs to be done,” I tell her, taking the paper towels from the doctor and cleaning the excess gel from her stomach.
“I’ll have to make some arrangements and see if I can find cover.” The doctor still looks bewildered by my request.
“Whatever you need to do.” I nod while Gracie covers her face with her hands to hide how red she’s gone.
“I’m sure we can work something out.” Dr. Stratton smiles as she starts packing away her things.
“That was so embarrassing,” Gracie scolds me once the doctor’s left the room.
“Me wanting you to have the best medical care possible is embarrassing?” I change my trousers for a pair of worn jeans so I can get back to my latest project.
“Jack, you can’t just throw money at people like that.”
“Gracie, you're a duchess, and you deserve the best,” I point out, searching for a t-shirt. “And since you're refusing to go anywhere near a hospital, you have given me little choice.” I leanover and kiss her forehead to show that I’m not mad about her choice, I’m just proving a point.
“I’m sure the midwives who deliver everyone else's babies in the district are perfectly adequate to deliver yours. I don’t want or need any special treatment.
“WhileIwant what's best for you and our son.” I smile as I touch my hand to her stomach. I was hoping that seeing him on the screen today might have softened her to the idea of sticking around.
“You're not going to budge on this, are you?” she sighs.
“Are you going to budge on going to a hospital?” I fire back, and when she shakes her head, I laugh. “Then, once again, I’ve come up with a solution for us both to get our way; you deliver here at home, with the best medical team money can buy.” I go to leave, but she grabs my arm.
“Jack.” She looks scared.
“What’s wrong?” I can’t work her out. If she’s scared, why doesn’t she want the safety of a hospital?
“I don’t want lots of people in the room. It’ll feel like too much. When the time comes, I want as little fuss as possible.” I hate how nervous she looks.
“Gracie, when the time comes, you’re going to be in full control. I just want the correct people here on standby in case anything goes wrong. They can wait out in the hall, and I’ll deliver the baby myself if that's what you want.” I laugh, and when I see her looking like she’s considering that as an option, I quickly change the subject.
“You should get some rest; we have a busy weekend, and I want to show off this cute little bump.” I press my lips to it one more time.
“There’s barely anything there,” she giggles, lifting the picture from the nightstand and staring at it again. “So, what areyour plans for the day?” She places it back down and gives me all her attention.
“Just some more work outside,” I tell her, keeping it as brief as possible.
“Well, I’m online shopping for jeans that don’t make me feel uncomfortable.” The way she looks down at her belly and smiles makes my cock go hard.
“I think I’ll be popping over the top of them soon. I don’t even want to think about how I’ll look in a few months.” She giggles again as she gets up off the bed and stretches her arms above her head
“You are going to look sensational.” I frame her tiny stomach with my hands. “I can’t wait to see my boy stretch you out.” I take the opportunity to kiss the top of her head as she looks down at my hands.
“You have to stop referring to it as a boy,” she scolds, with a huge smile on her face when she looks back up at me.
“I can’t help it. When you know, you know.” I grin back at her, standing up and making my way to the door.
“What are you doing out there, Jack?” Curiosity must get the better of her before I leave.
“I can’t tell you, it’s a secret.” I smile, hearing her growl in frustration as I head down the hall towards the staircase, and leave her wondering.
