That’s right.I love this man.
Holy shit!
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“Are you sure you’re alright?” Noah asks for probably the fifteenth time as we pull into the parking lot of Doctor Lee’s office. It’s a small medical building on the far side of town just a block down from the hospital.
He parks the car and turns to me expectantly, concern still evident in his chocolate eyes and that little furrow between his brows.
I nod to him from where I’m practically reclined in the soft buttery leather seat. I have to admit this is a huge step up in the comfort department–it even has heated seats. “I told you, it was just hormones.”
“Luce …” he says doubtfully.
“I promise I’m fine. I’m sorry I lost it back there but it was just–” I shake my head, tears again stinging my eyes. “It was just so surprising. And touching. I still can’t believe youdidthat.”
“It’s just a car,” he murmurs, but I shake my head again reaching for his hand.
“But it isn’t, Noah. I know how much that car means to you.”
He interlocks our fingers, glancing down at our clasped hands and then meeting my eyes. “It doesn’t mean nearly as much to me as you and our baby do. This was the right decision for our family.”
And that tightness, that warmth in my chest returns, my breath catching in my throat.
Our family.
He gives me a soft smile and squeezes my hand. “Now let’s get in there and go see our little one.”
Noah keeps his hand on my lower back as we make our way to the building and through the halls to the doctor’s office. I give my name at reception and we take our seats to wait.
“So … I know we’ve discussed this a ton already, but I have to ask one more time–”
He rolls his eyes good-humoredly. “Here we go …”
“–Are yousureyou don’t want to find out the sex of the baby? This is your last chance to speak up.”
“I’m sure.”
“But I know you, Noah, it must be killing you not to find out in advance. You’re a planner.”
“I’ll admit that it goes against my nature, but you made a compelling argument for keeping the mystery and being surprised.” He shrugs. “I can wait a few more months.”
I open my mouth to argue again but he raises a hand to stop me and continues, “You know I’ll be happy either way, I just want a healthy child. So when you look at it like that it doesn’t really matter if we find out now or when the baby’s born.Andwe can still plan for everything that’s important. The sex of the baby isn’t going to influence which car seat we buy or which high chair. Itshouldn’tinfluence anything, really. I don’t want our kid to be held to any socially constructed gender ideals. Our son can have pink clothes and our daughter can have blue.”
I just stare at him with affection. “True.”
“So I’ll still plan, but I’ll also wait to be surprised. I think it’ll actually make the experience of first meeting our child all the more magical.”
“Magical? Who are you and what have you done with Noah Gardner?”
“It’s more like ‘what haveyoudone with me,’” he chuckles.
“Guess I’m rubbing off on you,” I grin back at him suggestively and then watch with glee as he picks up on my double entendre.
“Guess you are,” he says gruffly, his eyes flaring. “And I guess I wouldn’t mind you rubbing on me a bit more …”
There’s a flood of wet heat between my legs and my panties are instantly soaked. Relieved, I remind myself that this appointment is only for an external ultrasound andnota pelvic exam, becausethatwould be embarrassing.
God, I’m such a horny bitch these days.
