A heated sensation courses through my entire body. I find myself staring into his eyes, Travis mirroring my stare.
Then I remember what other issue I needed to ask of Dr. Slosher.
“We also need a blood test,” I say, breaking eye contact with Travis. “One of those non-invasive paternity tests,” I explain.
Dr. Slosher looks from me to Travis from behind the rim of her glasses. “I thought—” She breaks off with a shake of her head. “It’s a simple blood test and a cheek swab.” She looks over at Travis at the same time I do.
With his jaw clenched and arms folded, he stares down at me.
“If that’s what you want,” he says, like I’m not doing this for him.
Thirty minutes later, Travis holds the door of the chauffeured car that drove us here open.
“Did he wait for us the whole time?” I point at the driver.
“Of course.” Travis gestures toward the inside of the car for me to get in. “Now that that’s out of the way, we have to start making plans for your move,” he says as the car starts moving.
“Excuse me. My what?”
He blinks.
“Your move.”
“Where?”
“To Monaco.”
I cough. “Monaco?”
He frowns. “We won’t do it until we get the okay from Dr. Slosher.” He shivers. “Glad we’re getting a new doctor with a different name. She’s fine and all, but her name sounds like she could be a serial killer. Slosher and slasher are too damn close for someone who’s taking care of our baby.”
“Excuse me?” I repeat.
“What? Tell me you hadn’t thought of it, too.”
I mean, he’s not wrong. I did realize how close her name sounded to that one type of movie genre that I always stay away from but that’s not the damn point.
“I’m not moving to Monaco.”
“Why not?” he asks like it’s logical. “You don’t have a job keeping you here. Your apartment’s completely wrong for a baby.”
“I knew you were judging my apartment last night,” I say, pointing. “Listen, it might be small and not up to your fancy standards, whatever they are, but plenty of great, working-class people live in my building and you don’t have the right to look down on them.”
“You think I’m looking down on your building or the people in it?”
“I saw you frowning last night in the stairway.”
“Because I didn’t like the idea of you walking up five flights of stairs right after getting out of the hospital.”
My retort dies on my lips. Okay, not wrong there either.
Travis frowns again, after he stops talking. “I should’ve taken you to my hotel instead. There’s plenty of room. I’ll have the driver take us to?—”
“You will not. I’m going to my apartment. Dr. Slosher said one or two trips up the stairs should be fine given the health of the baby,” I remind him.
“You and the baby will be closer to me once you move,” he continues. “There’s a great hospital in Monaco to deliver and my sister has already sent me the names of three different OB-GYNs, all of whom have great reputations.
“One is based in France, but that’s less than a thirty-minute drive from?—”
