“I called myself an idiot too,” he said. “Does that help my case?”
“Thank you, Bax.” A little smile tickled the corners of her lips.
“For what?”
“For being a dick when I need you to be.”
Oh, well, if that was all that was required of him, perhaps he’d do excellently at this new daddy gig of his.
Chapter Ten
Courtney
More.Sterile. Paper. Against. Her. Tush.
Courtney seriously hated this part of the doctor’s office.
At least this place had comfortable cloth gowns to change into, but, sheesh, so much for dressing up for the confidence boost.
The exam room wasn’t large, but not small either. Enough room for the patient table, a couple of screens, cupboards.
Bax in his baby-daddy hat pushed some buttons on the expensive-looking machine beside the exam table.
“You should stop touching things,” Courtney whisper-hissed.
Bax paused where he was fiddling with a knob on the machine.
“Why?” he whispered back.
“Because you might break them,” she said, hoping that would be enough to get him to cease and desist with the button pushing and knob turning.
“I won’t break anything.” Of this, he sounded convinced.
Her? Not so much.
“You don’t know that.” And why were they still whispering? “And we might need that knob for the appointment.”
“Okay.” He moseyed away from the machine and opened the cupboard above the sink.
“Are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“You know, with the opening and closing and touching and—” She gestured to where he was currently digging through the cupboard.
“Curious?”
That was not what she would’ve called it, but she said, “That’s one way to put it.”
“I always thought I might’ve been a doctor if I wasn’t in Dimefront,” he said, standing on tiptoe, apparently to see what was on the top shelf.
“Seriously?” Courtney had never—not once in her life—considered that Bax would’ve been anything except the lead singer of a band. Definitely not something that involved years and years of medical school, internship, and residency.
“Yeah.” He pulled out a small box and opened it up. “Huh. Condoms. A little late for that, yeah?” He shook the box.
“Going through the cupboards isn’t any better than pushing buttons,” Courtney whisper-hissed again. “Put the condoms down and pull up a chair.”
“Negative.” He shook his head, but he did put the box of condoms back in the cupboard. “Too much pent-up baby-daddy energy to sit.” He did the bounce-hop thing he usually reserved for right before going onstage. “Baby daddy, doo doo doo doo doo doo,” he sang to the tune of “Baby Shark.”
