He’s here for the baby.
My first reaction is to grin when I see pros one and two. I figured she was attracted to me from all the times I’ve caught herstaring at me when I’m shirtless, but the best sex of her life? That one’s going straight to my ego.
However, the last con has me sobering up fast. I can see how she might assume that, especially after how everything changed once she told me she was pregnant. Which means I have to step up my game and do a better job of making her see that I’m here forher, and not just the baby.
Tears And Tiny Heartbeats
One Week Later
I’m no stranger to doctor appointments, but this office is different from what I’m used to. The sterile walls and fish tank have been replaced with soft lighting and walls covered in smiling newborn photos. The waiting area is full of other pregnant patients, most of them sitting with their partners. One couple is huddled together, fingers intertwined as they whisper. Another laughs over a magazine they’re browsing.
Heath is across the room at the reception desk, his brow furrowed as he provides the receptionist his health insurance details. I already filled out the new patient forms, but he insisted on handling the rest so I could take it easy.
My blood sugar dropped on the drive over, so we stopped at the corner store for some juice. Heath noticed it before my alarm even went off. He checked my readings at a stoplight and caught the levels starting to dip. I’m usually scrambling to correct my glucose once it’s already out of range, so I appreciate having someone around who’s proactive about it.
He looks my way and holds up his phone, pointing at it. Seconds later, mine chimes.
Heath: You forgot to list an emergency contact.
Charlie: Figured you’d put down your info.
Heath: You sure? That’s a big deal.
Charlie: We’re married.
Heath: Sure, but according to you, it’s only on paper.
Heath: We do this, and it’s like going Facebook official for soon-to-be parents.
I smirk, shaking my head.
Charlie: You don’t strike me as someone who spent a lot of time online growing up.
Heath: No, but I picked up enough lingo from Walker and Briar.
Charlie: The receptionist is glaring. Quit stalling and add yourself as my emergency contact already.
Heath shoots me a wink before pocketing his phone and turning back to finish the paperwork.
He might be respectful of my boundaries, but that hasn’t stopped him from constantly reminding me of what I’m missing. It’s why I’ve made multiple pros and cons lists about sleeping with him again. As usual, the pros are stacked high, especially after how supportive he’s been this past week while I’ve been nauseous more often than not.
I watch as Heath tips his hat to the receptionist before coming over to sit beside me.
“How much was the copay?” I ask.
I’d offered to pay, but he dismissed me, insisting he’d cover it.
“Forty bucks.”
I swallow back a choked noise. “Seriously?”
He draws his brows together. “That bad?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s incredible. I used to pay three hundred for most appointments, and even more when I saw specialists.”
