He snapped his mouth closed and reached for my hand. He pressed a kiss to our rings.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said softly. “You’re right.”
I breathed out, and we sat in silence for a few moments before Cole’s phone buzzed. He’d turned it off all weekend and had only just turned it on in the SUV on the way over.
He stared down at the screen for a moment before shaking his head, sighing.
“Trouble in paradise?” Anson asked.
“Virelli’s men broke into a few of our places. Killed some of our men. Enzo wanted to know when I’d be back.”
I swallowed and looked down at my lap as Anson let out a grunt of discontent.
“I don’t like this, Cole,” I whispered. “You going back to that…”
“I’ll be fine. I’ve been doing this for almost a decade now. I know what I’m doing,” Cole said.
“You’re an idiot,” Anson muttered.
“What the fuck did you say to me?”
Luckily, their argument ended as the door opened and the doctor returned.
“We have the results,” she said, taking a seat on the stool. “Uh, do you want your security in here for this?”
“No,” Anson said immediately, smirking at Cole, who glared at him.
“He stays,” I said.
The doctor cast a quick look over at Cole and smiled before turning back to me.
“So you are definitely pregnant. We have you at four weeks and two days. Very early. That gives you a due date of….” She spun a little wheel.
“April fifth,” Cole said immediately.
The doctor looked at him in surprise. “Yes. April fifth. You’re good at this.”
Cole chuckled. “I finished my OBGYN rotation at Mercy in Chicago not long ago.”
“Oh, you’re a doctor?”
“Basically,” he replied.
“Oh goodness. Wait until I tell the girls at the front. They were fawning all over both you and Mr. Beyers here, but they knew he was taken by our mama-to-be. They’ll be delighted to know you’re both a doctor and a protector.”
Cole chuckled at that. “I do my best in both positions. And other… positions.”
Doctor Sims laughed, her face reddening as Cole winked at her.
Something about it bothered me. It took me a moment to realize I was jealous that other women were looking at him.
“Relax,” Anson murmured, kissing my knuckles as he brought my hand to his lips.
“Rosalie had serious issues with hypermesis gravidarum previously,” Cole continued. “The baby was… lost. I’d like something prescribed for her. Doxylamine along with B6.”
Doctor Sims nodded. “I can make that happen. How is the morning sickness so far?”
“It’s not terrible, but I’m pretty woozy most of the day,” I said as she gestured for me to sit back.
