Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I was forty seven months pregnant with twins, and I felt like I was as big as a house.
I probably looked it, too.
Yet, the scale at the front of the office told me that I’d only gained my original twenty pounds.
Which was surprising since I was eating everything in sight.
Neither the nurse nor Reed seemed to be worried, though, so I chose to count that as a good thing as I tried not to think about my eating habits.
I’d just barely made it up onto my elbows when Reed was there, helping me to sit.
“Sorry,” he muttered, immediately releasing me once he had me in an upright position.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out at the loss, and made my way up to standing.
Once he was sure I was steady, he walked to the door and opened it, allowing me to exit in front of him.
I did, and I tried not to think about the way I was walking away from him yet again.
I hated leaving.
The only time I ever felt happy was when I was with him.
Pregnancy fucking sucked, because all I ever thought about was him…my babies that I got pregnant with by him. What he was doing. Where he was at. Whose baby he was delivering.
It just kept getting worse and worse, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could handle staying away.
I might just beg him for anything, admitting that I was an utter moron for telling him to stay away.
Scraps were better than nothing—that I was quickly realizing.
“Caria, please let everyone know that I’m headed to the ultrasound with my…Kris.” He gestured to me with his head.
Caria’s eyes flashed, then she nodded.
Reed, however, didn’t notice. His eyes were all for me as he gestured to the door. “Let’s go.”
He was practically bouncing in his pretty, bright yellow shoes.
I wanted them. I was so transfixed on them that I didn’t think to even ask why he was going with me. I knew where the ultrasound floor was. I also had taken the path quite a few times before, mostly because also on the same floor was the lab that I had to do my sugar testing at the week prior.
“Krisney?”
I looked up, startled to find Reed that close, and blinked. “Yes?”
“What are you looking at?”
“Your shoes,” I told him. “They’re pretty.”
His mouth kicked up into a grin. “I like them, too.”
I didn’t say anything to that.
I couldn’t.
His smile was enough to make me feel like I’d been kicked in the stomach.
Absently I rubbed my hand over my belly, smiling slightly when a foot kicked out at where my hand was resting.
“Are they moving again?”
He pressed the button for the elevator, looking at me, waiting for me to answer.
“Yes,” I said, stepping onto the elevator once the doors opened. “You can feel.”
His eyes took in my sincerity, and then he reached forward, almost hesitantly, and put his hands back onto my belly.
This time it was different.
This time, there wasn’t anything he was doing that I could blame on him being a doctor.
No, this time, it was out of pure pleasure.
And I could read that pleasure all over his face.
Moments after his hand met my stomach, I felt a rather rambunctious kick slam right into his palm.
And the smile that he awarded me with was nothing less than euphoric.
“I wonder what they are…”
The doors slid open, and he stepped away.
Immediately I missed his heat.
I was also mad at inanimate objects—IE the elevator doors—for opening when all I wanted him to do was never stop touching me. Not ever again.
Goddammit, I was such a loser.
I was the one who told him to stay away.
I was the one who…
“You coming?”
I shook off my temporary insanity and hurried behind him, trying in vain to keep up with his long strides.
“Slow down, Daddy Long Legs,” I called, hurrying after him.
There was only so much I could do, though, seeing as I had such short legs.
“Sorry, Caterpillar.”
I snorted, remembering how we’d come up with those stupid nicknames all those years ago.
In fact, it’d been something similar to what had just happened, and he’d called me that because I was a slow, short-legged person. I’d called him daddy long legs because he was so fast.
The bad part? He didn’t even blink when he called me that. It was as if he’d called me that numerous times, as if the last time he’d said that had only been just yesterday, instead of a lifetime ago.
Fucking hell.
Then, he had to go and make matters worse by grabbing my hand, leading me through the office, and straight back to the ultrasound room, bypassing not just the waiting room, but the ultrasound room I’d used the last time I was there.
“Uhhh,” I started to say, but was interrupted when a happy-go-lucky voice filled the hallways, seeming to bounce off the walls. “Reed, my boy!”