Dr. Single Dad (The Doctors #5) Read Online Louise Bay

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: The Doctors Series by Louise Bay
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
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“And what does the snow symbolize?” he asks on a sigh.

“I can’t…see properly at the moment. There’s too much to figure out. When things thaw, everything’s going to be the same but different.”

When he finally meets my gaze, I say, “I have to move out.” I pause and suck in a shuddering breath. “I can’t be your live-in nanny. This has gone too far.”

He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes and sighs. “I know.”

My chest deflates like a paddling pool at the end of summer. I know I have to go, but part of me wanted him to want me to stay.

“I’m not very good at this stuff,” he says. “Fatherhood is…it’s changing me. The physical closeness to another human…” He sucks in a breath. “I think it might have unlocked something in me. And then came you, and it’s not just physical…”

“No,” I agree. “It’s not. For me anyway.”

“For either of us. I don’t take a ten-hour round trip for something that’s just physical. My world is shifting. Before Guinevere, life was so simple. I had my work and that always came first. Everything else in my life was…not disposable exactly, but not a priority, either. Life was easy, for the most part. I knew what came first and what I wouldn’t compromise.” He sucks in a breath and shakes his head. “And now? Now I have all these competing priorities and I don’t know how to make them fit together. I know I want Guinevere. And you. But I still want my research. I hope I can have all those things.”

I want to promise him that he can have me, but I can’t. Because I don’t know who I am beyond caring for those I love. “I need to figure stuff out.”

“Yeah, I get it. I want you to have the time you need to do just that. But the part of my brain that likes order and logic wants everything resolved.”

“Life’s not like that,” I say. “Nothing’s ever resolved. The best advice I can give a new parent is that everything’s a phase, but it’s advice for us all. Any certainty you had in your life before Guinevere was just an illusion. If it hadn’t been, Guinevere would never have come along. We never know what’s next.”

He smiles at me, smoothing strands of hair off my face. “Of course you’re right. And of course you’ve made me feel better. That’s what you do.”

But is that all I can do? Make others feel better? “I’ll help you find a new nanny.”

“You’ll focus on getting well,” he says, his tone warning.

“And then I’ll find you another nanny.”

“And after that?” he asks.

I pause and the silence thickens, descending like a fog.

“We live in the ambiguity for a little while,” I say. “Is that okay?”

“Deep down, do you think we’re done?” he asks, still reaching for certainty.

I try to swallow down whatever’s stuck in my throat. “I’m not sure we’re⁠—”

“I don’t want us to be done.”

It feels like he just unzipped my heart and climbed inside.

“I don’t want us to be done either. But let’s figure out if this is about convenience because we live together or⁠—”

“That’s not what it is for me,” he says.

“Then we’ll find our way back to each other. But I need to figure out who I am when I’m not looking after people I care about. When I’m not giving all of myself away. I need the snow to settle.”

“I get it,” he says, his tone defeated.

“And you know what?” I ask. “This is good for you too. You can figure out how to be a father without me. It will be different with the new nanny. You’ll feel more confident to do things your way. That will make you powerful. Or so Eddie tells me.”

He gazes at me thoughtfully. “Maybe.”

Maybe indeed. At the moment, nothing is definite. I can’t see anything clearly at all. I have to trust that whatever happens, I’ll be able to deal with it. History tells me that I’ll figure it out. I just hope that when I do, Dax will still be here.

THIRTY-TWO

Eira

I carry the last of my boxes into our new rented flat and dump it in the middle of the living room floor. The pale gray and cream rug that came with the place is mostly obscured under the mountain of our belongings.

“I can’t believe I’m moving you again so quickly,” Callie says.

“But you’re moving me in with you, so this is better, no?” Callie and I will be true flatmates for the first time.

“I thought you’d be a live-in for the rest of time,” she says.

“I thought so too. It’s certainly better financially,” I say, grinning like I just won the lottery instead of taking a huge back step in my savings. I’ve never had to worry about my own bills before. Eddie’s bills, Dylan’s bills—they were my responsibility. Now, I have my own rent and electricity payments. It feels pretty exciting.


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