Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I thought you were going to show me something.” I shift my hips and his cock that is hard as steel presses against me through the thin material of his shorts.
“I’m getting there, don’t rush me.” He cups my breasts that are extremely tender. Sliding my hands down his chest I push up on my knees to give myself room and slip my hand into his shorts.
“You’re taking too long.” I wrap my fist around him and pull him free, slowly sliding my hand up and down his length watching his jaw get tight. Lifting up he captures my mouth and covers my hand with his and pressing the tip of his cock inside me.
“Alright, baby girl.” His fingers curl around my hip and he pulls me down on his length causing my breath to catch. By the time he’s done with me, neither of us have time to do anything but shower before it’s time to leave.
Sitting on one of the leather chairs in the small room I’m in, I smile at the text I just got from Walker, letting me know there is an older lady flirting with him in the waiting room, so I should hurry up unless I want to be single.
“Hanna.” Dr. Shelly knocks as she steps into the room, the smile she had earlier when I showed up for my appointment nowhere in sight.
“Is everything okay?” I ask her tucking my phone into my bag as she grabs the back of the chair across the room and rolls it toward me.
“I hope so.” She takes a seat in front of me. “When you came in, we took a urine sample.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
“The pregnancy test we did came back positive.”
“What?” My stomach bottoms out. “I must have heard you wrong. There is no way I could be pregnant. I’m on birth control.”
“You were.”
“I was what?”
“You were on birth control. You never scheduled the appointment for your last shot. Unless you went somewhere else to get one.”
“Oh my God.” I hold my hand against my chest that suddenly feels tight—way too tight. She’s right. I had it written on my calendar and a reminder set in my phone but never made the appointment. I wasn’t having sex or was even interested in having sex with anyone, thanks to my no-dating rule. I put it off for so long that I forgot all about it, and never once did I remember when Walker and I started having sex without protection.
I’m so stupid, so very stupid, and he’s going to hate me and think I did this on purpose. “Oh, God, I’m going to puke.” I lean over the garbage can she shoves at me and heave into it.
“Better?” she asks softly after a couple of minutes.
“Yeah,” I lie, wiping my mouth with the tissue she hands me. “Are you sure the test is right?”
“Yes.” Her expression fills with sympathy. “I did two more tests when the first came back positive.” My eyes slide closed. “I’d like to do an ultrasound, if that’s okay with you.”
“Today?”
“If you have time.”
“Okay,” I agree, and she gets up, leaves, and comes back a few minutes later, rolling a machine in.
After she instructs me to lie on the bed and unbutton my jeans, she turns off the light and places a paper blanket over my lap. “If we can’t see anything this way, we’ll use a wand that’s inserted into your vagina, which would mean you’re not very far along,” she explains.
I squeeze my eyes closed when she squirts a cold liquid on my belly, and within a couple of seconds, the sound of galloping horses fills the room while tears fill my eyes.
“Well, no wand needed. Do you know when you had your last menstrual cycle?”
I shake my head, then clear my throat. “When I was on the shot, I rarely had my period, or when I did, it was really light. I kind of forgot about it.”
“Okay.”
I hear some clicking and look over at the machine next to the bed. My heart lodges in my throat when I see the outline of what looks like a tiny bean. God, I’m really pregnant with Walker’s baby.
Our baby.
Fear and an overwhelming amount of protectiveness and love hits me so hard that if I were standing, I’d probably fall to my knees. “From the measurements, I’d guess you’re around seven, maybe eight weeks along.”
I try to think back to seven weeks ago, to where I was and what I was doing, but these last few months have felt like a blur. “Is he healthy?”
“It’s too early to tell if it’s a he or a she, but everything looks and sounds perfect.” She does some more clicking around, then flips on the light. When she hands me a wipe, I clean off my belly, then sit up and put my pants back in place. “I sent a few pictures to the printer in my office. Would you like them?”