Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“I just assumed that a regular doctor that is getting paid does more of a checkup than the free clinic,” she said. “I can’t remember the last time I went to a regular doctor, so I don’t know what they do at those.”
I started to snap off at her and point out that if she’d let her mother help her, she’d have had all those things, just like Selena. I didn’t though. There was no need for us to get into that. Her past was not my business. Getting along with her was my goal here.
21
Liberty
The doctor’s office was nothing like what I was used to at the free clinic. The waiting room alone was fancy. Big, comfy leather sofas and chairs, elegant lamps, and side tables full of all kinds of magazines about pregnancy, babies, and parenting. There was even a little play area for toddlers.
Watching the other couples was a bit difficult. The dad would put his hand on the mom’s stomach, and they’d whisper and laugh with each other. Excitement clear on their expressions.
Another mom who was very pregnant sat over near the toddler area while she watched her twin daughters play. They couldn’t be more than two. I wondered how difficult that must be.
Liam said nothing as he sat down in one of the chairs across from the sofa I was on. We had walked in together, but our distance made a loud statement to anyone in the room that we weren’t a couple.
“Liberty,” a voice called out, and I looked over to see a nurse with a clipboard at the open door.
I stood up, and Liam did the same. He waited for me to go before he followed behind me.
“Liberty?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Right this way,” she said, waving a hand for me to come through. “And you’re the father?”
Liam gave her a small grin and nodded. The nurse blushed, and she fluttered her lashes as she gave him a flirty smile. Great. He was going to flirt with the nurses. I did my best to ignore it. He was a sexy man. Women were gonna look, and he sure wasn’t mine, so I had no claim to him. It still stung to watch him respond to some stranger better than he did me.
“We will get your weight and check your vitals. However, you have to hold your bladder for now,” she said. “If your husband would like, he can go wait in the room. It’s that one right over there.”
“He’s not my husband,” I blurted. I wanted that clear.
“Oh,” she said, looking embarrassed, and then she flickered her gaze over to him with more interest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“It’s fine,” he told her. “And I’ll go wait in the room. Thank you.”
She watched him as he started down the hallway, and I cleared my throat to get her attention. The nurse’s head snapped back to me, and she gave me an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, yes, let’s see what your weight is.”
Yes, let’s. I rolled my eyes.
Once I was weighed and my heart rate and blood pressure were recorded, I was led to the examination room that Liam was already in. He was sitting in a chair with his right ankle propped on his left knee and a magazine open in his lap. He glanced up at me.
“It’s the size of an apricot,” he said.
The nurse giggled behind me. “Don’t you love how they use food to give you the approximate size of the fetus?”
Liam smirked and closed the magazine, then placed it on the table beside him.
“You can go ahead and get on the table, and Dr. Savoy will be in here with you shortly,” she said, then glanced over at Liam one more time before stepping out of the room.
Glad she was gone, I walked over and used the step stool to get onto the table.
“That magazine said you’re not supposed to eat certain things. There was a list of them,” he informed me.
I nodded. “Yep. I have a screenshot of that list on my phone. I read that a couple of weeks ago and saved it. Can’t say I eat those things much anyway.”
He studied me for a moment, then pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned his attention to sending a text.
“Seems like you’ve got Country aiming to please you,” he said without looking up.
I didn’t much care for his tone. Country had been so much help, and I’d never asked him for any of it.
“He offered to help. I didn’t ask him.”
Liam glanced up at me. “I’m sure he did.” He dropped his gaze to my sundress, then went back to looking at his phone.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked him, feeling as if he’d accused me of something without using words.
“Nothing, Liberty. But some men are weak when it comes to a face like yours. Don’t do anything that he will regret.”