Primed (Getting Dirty #2) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Novella, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Getting Dirty Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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“About that. It’s a more complicated issue. It seems you’ve done this before when you were a teenager. Except then it was more of a fracture. This one is a clean break. You’ll be in a sling for six to eight weeks at the most. I’m afraid in your line of work, it may be hard for you to work at all during this time frame. I can say without a doubt that no surgery will be necessary.” He nods his head after he’s done talking.

“That’s good. How long do I need to stay in the hospital?” I ask. If I’m gonna be off of work, I may as well be at home with Aspen.

“I’d like to keep you overnight. If there are no other symptoms, you can go home tomorrow,” he replies.

I look at the woman who’s my world. She’s biting at her thumb, something I know Aspen does when she’s stressed.

“Mom, let me check on Aspen,” I whisper. She looks at her, then moves to a chair in the corner.

“Wildflower, come here, baby.” I grab her attention. She was so deep in thought. I hate that I’ve caused her to worry.

“Huh?” I notice her walking isn’t quite right. She’s almost swaying.

“Hank, grab her,” I demand before she faints, and I fucking hate like hell that I wasn’t the one to be there for her.

“Oh dear,” I hear my mom say.

“What the hell? Is she okay?” I’m starting to get out of the bed. There’s no way I can’t be there for her.

“Mr. Knight, stay in the bed. Hank, can you put her in the chair?” He points at the chair Mom has just vacated.

“She needs to be admitted. There’s no way she should be randomly fainting.” My voice is croaking with worry.

“I’m going to run some tests, don’t worry. Aspen, there you are, welcome back.” He’s putting a pen light to her pupils.

“I’m okay.” She moves her head towards me.

“You don’t know that. Listen to the doctor for me, okay? It’s not like they’re going to let me get out of bed to hold you.”

“I will, Mr. Bossy.” She rolls her eyes at me.

“Okay, let’s go over a few things. Have you eaten today? Anything different that’s not as normal?”

“Yes, I’ve been more tired than normal, but life’s been hectic.” Aspen doesn’t look at me, and it makes me feel guilty as hell. She’s been working her ass off, then staying up and talking to me if I’m able to.

“And what about your last menstrual cycle?”

Aspen’s mouth forms an ‘O’. Fuck, if that could be a possibility, there’s no way I won’t be getting out of this godforsaken bed and holding her in my arms.

“Well, then I think the first step is getting you a pregnancy test and go from there.”

“Can it wait? I don’t want to leave Jasper just yet.” She looks over at me. I need to know now.

“Baby, you won’t be gone long. Let’s see if it’s even a possibility and if we need to worry about it in the long run. Do this for me, please?”

“Fine, damn alpha growly bear,” she mumbles under her breath.

“I’m going to get a nurse, let her know what’s needed, and then she’ll bring in a wheelchair. We’ll work on the pregnancy test and do some blood work too, okay?” I watch as Aspen reluctantly nods her head.

“Mom, Hank, can you guys give us a minute?” I ask once the doctor finally leaves.

“Yeah, sure. I’m actually gonna head back to the rig. There’s going to be a mountain of paperwork waiting for me.” He puts his hat back on his head, shakes my good hand, and I say, “Thank you, for everything.” He knows what I mean. He’s done the same thing I’d do for him, no questions asked.

“I’ll go grab a cup of coffee. It seems I’ll have two patients to fuss over, or maybe three.” She winks before leaving as well.

“Hey, we make quite the pair, huh?” Aspen’s sitting next to me. My hand reaches for hers.

“Yeah, we do, but if it turns out you’re pregnant, I’d go through this all over again.” The nurse asked if I needed more pain medicine, but I won’t take anything stronger than Tylenol. I’ve seen what happens to some people who get injured and who work in the same line of work as I do. They use it to get away, and not just from the pain.

“Well, I’d like you not to be injured, but if I am pregnant, I’ll be just as happy, though I’m not too thrilled that I’ll have to leave you, even if it’s not for very long.” She smiles. It lights up her whole face, a soft glow playing on her cheeks.

“Mom will be here with me. Hell, she’ll probably run back and forth between us. We’re going to talk about you being tired too.” I cock an eyebrow, letting her know I heard what she talked to the doctor about.


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