Mine To Love (Southern Wedding #4) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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"I was wondering if Travis is free?" I put my hands in my pockets.

"Let me see." She turns around, going to the back, while I turn and look at the pictures that are on the wall. All different families with their pets, one family with a pet pig. I laugh thinking that I should bring this up to Presley and see if she wants to get a pet together.

"You can go on back," Petra says to me, and I nod walking down the hallway that she just came out of. "It's the last door on the right." She walks over to her desk to pick up the phone that started to ring.

"Thank you," I reply, making my way to the door and turning the handle, stepping into the room. The minute I walk in, I know that I should have called before coming. "What the fuck are you doing?" I look at him as he looks down at the dog in front of him on the big silver table. He is lying down on his side with a tube in his mouth. Travis is dressed in scrubs with plastic glasses on his face and a surgeon cap atop his head.

"I'm neutering the dog," he says, as if it’s nothing and my hand goes directly to my penis as if I'm shielding my own balls.

He chuckles as he tugs on, I don't even know what. "What the fuck?" I hiss. "Why would you tell me to come back here if you were doing this?" I look down at the dog. "Should this be a private moment?"

"You came to see me," he says, not paying attention to me. "It's not that big of a deal. I come see you at work all the time," he reasons as he plops down what I can see looks like a testicle. I put a hand to my mouth thinking I'm going to be sick.

"I'm a lawyer!" I shriek. "What do you see when you come in my office? Manila folders."

"Oh, come on," he says, tugging on something, "it's not that bad." I shake my head. "Anyway, what do I owe the pleasure of your company this fine afternoon?”

"Well, it's official," I say, smiling at him and taking the picture out of my pocket. "We are having a baby."

"Aww," Travis says, smiling at me, "I'd come and give you a hug." He holds up his arms and his gloves are covered in a bit of blood.

"I'm good, thanks." I hold up my hand and look down and see the picture again. "She's eleven weeks."

Travis whistles and looks at me with big eyes. "That's almost past the danger stage."

"Danger stage?" I ask him, my heartbeat speeding up with the word danger. I mean, it can't be good with that word.

"It's past the twelve-week mark," he explains to me. "Chances to miscarry happen before the twelve-week mark."

I open my mouth. "Why would they not tell you that?" I ask him, wondering if maybe Presley should stay in bed for the next week, just to keep things inside.

"They try not to scare you." Travis shrugs. "It's fine; you should get one of those baby books."

"What baby book?" I tilt my head to the side and almost kick myself. Why didn't I look this up online?

"I have one in my office I'll give to you," Travis says and smiles at me. "How is Presley taking all this?"

"Um." I hesitate, trying to think of the words. "Well, she wanted a second opinion."

Travis throws his head back and lets out the biggest laugh I've ever heard. "Of course she did ."

"I think she was in shock, finding out she was further along than she thought she was." I smirk. "These change everything." I hold up the paper.

"It sure fucking does." Travis looks at me.

"I thought you should also know that she's in the middle of telling your mother about it right now." His eyes almost bug out of his head.

"Fuck, I wanted to be there for that," he hisses. "My mother is going to lose her shit."

"She's going to be fine."

"I really hope Clarabella tapes it," Travis says. "Maybe we can catch some of the screaming on the Ring cam that I installed."

"There will be no screaming." I try to convince myself of that, but knowing Mrs. Baker, there will be screaming, there will be crying, and hopefully she doesn't come over to my house with the frying pan she used to threaten us with when we were younger. "She's going to be fine." I smirk at him. "Besides, after what the three of you did to her with your weddings, this is going to be a walk in the park."

"Oh, you poor son of a bitch." Travis shakes his head and looks down at the dog, doing I don't even know what now. "You think that it's going to be easy." He chuckles. "What are you going to do?"


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