Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
My gynecologist wasn’t in Oak Springs. She was in Uvalde, and I had never been so thankful. Tongues would have wagged for sure had they seen Mitchell walking into a local Ob/Gyn office hand-in-hand with me.
I signed in and sat down in the waiting room. Mitchell sat next to me, his hand still wrapped in mine.
So much had happened in the short amount of time since we had gotten back together.
Back together? I really couldn’t even say that. We were never truly together before. We had both desired each other from a distance, but in all honest truth, we had only been a couple just shy of a few weeks. And here we were…sitting in my doctor’s office about to take a pregnancy test.
Sickness moved over me like a thief in the night. It hit me so fast, I had to cover my mouth to keep it from coming up.
“You okay, dove?”
His words were like silk over my skin, and they calmed my nerves. All I could do was nod.
When the nurse called my name, Mitchell stood and I stayed frozen in my seat.
Was this really happening? Why were we doing this? We could just keep using a condom, pretend we never had the slip up and just act like a normal couple.
A normal couple? Oh, my gosh. We are so far from that. We had both been secretly in love with each other for months, neither of us willing to admit it. And now? Now everything was about to change.
Oh. My. God. I might be pregnant, and we’ve barely even started our relationship.
Leaning over, Mitchell placed his mouth next to my ear. “Do you want to leave?”
I shook my head and stood. If I wasn’t pregnant, I still needed to get my pills prescribed.
“I’m okay,” I said as I slowly stood. Mitchell wrapped his arm around my waist and led me through the door. It wasn’t lost on me how the nurse was checking him out.
Really, lady? Ugh.
Thirty minutes later, the door to the exam room opened and the doctor walked in. My breath caught and Mitchell sat up, straight as a board.
What was he thinking? Was he as scared as I was? A baby could change everything. When the doctor closed the door, my urge to jump up and run out of the room was overwhelming.
“Ms. Miller, Mr. Parker. I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting. I had a patient who thought she was in labor, and it took some convincing to get her to see that she was only having false contractions.”
I let out a fake laugh that caused Mitchell to look my way. His eyes filled with concern, and I wanted to ask him exactly how he was acting so calm and cool when I was freaking out on the inside.
“Ms. Miller.”
“Corina,” I replied with a tight smile.
The doctor returned the gesture. “Corina, your results came back negative. You’re not pregnant.”
I let out the breath I had been holding. When I snapped my eyes to Mitchell, I could see the relief all over his face.
“How do we both feel about this?” the doctor asked.
I swallowed hard. “Honestly? Relieved. I don’t think Mitchell and I were ready to jump into parenthood just yet.”
We were still staring at each other as I spoke. He smiled, softly adding, “Someday a baby will be an amazing addition. Right now, I think the two of us sounds like the perfect plan.”
My hand landed on my stomach as I felt that familiar dropping sensation when Mitchell did or said anything sweet or romantic.
“If that’s the case, then let’s get you back on some birth control, shall we?”
I nodded. “Yes. Let’s do that.” The idea of feeling Mitchell inside with no condom was making me horny. Or maybe it was the relief of knowing we hadn’t really messed things up by being careless…
Peeking at Mitchell, my breath caught. Nope. I was horny, and by the way Mitchell was staring at me, I could tell he was thinking the same exact thing.
Sex. Bareback. As soon as possible.
There was a knock on my classroom door. I lifted my gaze to see Mitchell standing with a huge bouquet of fall flowers.
“A little birdy told me fall was your favorite season.”
One quick glance at the calendar, and I smiled. September 22nd. First day of fall.
So much had happened in the last month. Mitchell and I had both moved into the house he had bought. My house was coming along, with the second floor rebuilt and drywall in. No one else had broken into the house, and Mitchell and I agreed it had most likely been teenagers.
Pushing away from my desk, I stood. “It is my favorite time of year.”
He made his way over to me, dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, a long-sleeve shirt, and a cowboy hat. The whole package caused a pulse between my legs. My top lip dug into my bottom one, and I held my breath, waiting for the kiss I knew would make me weak in the knees.