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“Are you feeling better?” He changes the subject suddenly, making my head spin.

“I am. Your child sticks to a pretty strict schedule of torturing me. I’m usually queasy until around noon and then feel much better the rest of the day.”

“Good. It’s time for us to have a long talk.”

Gray pulls into his attached garage and parks, then comes around my side of the vehicle to help me out. “I can open the door myself.”

“Not while I’m around, you won’t. You’re mine to take care of so let me do my job.” The independent side of me wants to be irritated at his macho thinking, but the rest of me thinks it sounds like heaven to have someone taking care of me.

Our talk is interrupted by Gray’s phone. He ignores the first three rings then swears under his breath when it rings a fourth time. “This must be an emergency,” he tells me. “Why don’t you lie on the sofa and rest while I take this.”

A nice long nap sounds great to me. I glance at my watch and see I have two hours before I have to get ready for work.

Everything is going perfectly until I unpack my bag and slip on my scrubs. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready for work.” I laugh. “Until the hospital has a full-time twelve-hour shift open up, I’m working three to eleven five days a week.” I thought he already knew I worked almost every day.

“I know we haven’t had a chance to have our talk yet, but I want you to know I’m going to take care of you and the baby. You don’t need to work.” Oh, man. He is so freaking clueless and it’s time for me to educate my Neanderthal.

“I don’t need you to take care of me.” I hold my ground. “And I refuse to be some kept woman waiting at home for my man to take care of everything.”

Gray runs his hand down the back of his neck and paces back and forth across the room several times before turning to me. “I’m new at all this.” He sighs and steps over to grab both of my hands in his. “Have patience with me until I figure things out.”

“I’m sorry I’m being a brat when you’re trying to help me.”

“This is all new to both of us.” He kisses me and I almost forget about my shift. Almost.

“Can I at least drive you to work?”

“Of course.”

“We can make out in the car before you go in.” He sweetens the pot.

“Sounds like a plan.”