“How could I forget?” I grin. “We finally get to find out if I’m pregnant or if I’ve contracted a deathly illness that causes me to lose my breakfast every morning.”
Kane chuckles. “I think it’s safe to say you’re pregnant, but we’ll let the doctor confirm.”
“I can’t believethere’s this much paperwork to fill out just to have a baby,” Kane mutters as I hand him the last form I had to fill out since he’s been holding them for me as I go.
“I mean, I am going to be giving birth to an actual human being. So, the paperwork is probably necessary.”
Kane grins, and I glance at him in confusion.
“What?”
“Nothing.” His hand goes to my belly. “I just can’t believe you’re having my baby.”
“Ourbaby,” I choke out, trying and failing not to let his words and touch affect me.
“Our baby.” His grin widens.
“Miss Antonov,”the nurse calls out.
Kane’s face falls, and even though I shouldn’t care, my stomach knots. I hate to see the disappointment in his features.
“It’s, um, it’s Antonov-Morgan,” I correct her.
“Oh, sorry,” she says, glancing at the file in her hand. “Antonov-Morgan. Right this way.”
She has me give a urine sample, and then she checks my weight and blood pressure. Once that’s done, she takes a bit of blood, letting us know it’s standard procedure.
“You’re going to be seeing Dr. Drescher today,” she says, “in room four.”
We step into the hall, and we’re about to make a left into the room when something—or I should say, someone—catches my attention.
I stop in my tracks, frozen in my spot, and Kane runs into the back of me. I nearly topple over, but he quickly encircles his arms around me, catching me. He murmurs something into my ear, but I can’t hear him.
Short dirty-blond hair.
A belly that hangs over the belt of his pants.
No, it can’t be him …
As if he senses me staring, he lifts his head from whatever he was reading, and his green eyes meet mine.
It’s been six years, but I would never forget that monster’s face.
He squints, trying to place me. The moment he recognizes me, his eyes go wide, his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and then he dodges into the room closest to him.
“Brielle,” Kane says, stepping around me so I’m forced to look at him. “What’s wrong? Are you dizzy? Nauseous?”
“That was him,” I whisper, flashbacks of that day nearly knocking me back.
“Don’t worry. You won’t feel a thing.”
“Who?” Kane looks around. “That was who?”
“Dr. Moore?” the nurse asks. “He’s one of the OB-GYNs at thepractice.”
Dr. Moore.I finally have a name to go with the face of the man who stole my baby.
“Can you give us a minute?” Kane asks curtly.
