Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Why not? Those are two strong, unforgettable names.” She peeks up at me through her lashes, and I know she’s fucking with me when I see the coy smile she’s doing a shit job of hiding.
“All right.” I play along. “Let’s say we go with your names. What about our other kids? You said you want three or four.”
“Hermione and Rubeus are also cool, and we could get a dog and name him Fluffy.”
“Mizzy might feel left out.” I stop when she does to read over the back cover of a book with a half-dressed couple on the front.
“We can change her name to Crookshanks. It’s not like she’d notice or care.” She tucks the book under her arm. It apparently passed the test.
“Are you going to call me Dumbledore?” He and Harry are really the only two characters I know.
“No way. You’re more Voldemort than Dumbledore.”
“And who would you be?”
“Bellatrix, but only because her name is badass.”
“Do I even want to know how many times you’ve read those books?”
“Only once,” she answers, and I raise a brow. “I’ve watched the movies a million times.”
“Right.” I laugh as we make our way to the counter with my ten books and her one addition.
With a bag of books in one hand, I take her hand with the other, and we leave the store, the two of us walking up the block to where her doctor’s office is. Three days ago, she was able to get an appointment for this afternoon with the obstetrician. Which worked out perfectly, since I leave tomorrow morning to head back to Bournemouth and will be gone for a little under two weeks.
When we get upstairs to the doctor’s office, Hanna checks in, then the two of us find empty seats in the waiting area. While she scrolls through her phone, I take out one of the books I picked up and ignore her shaking head as I start to read.
“Ms. Mayson?”
I look up when her name is called and feel my jaw flex involuntarily.
Hanna stands, and I drop the book into the bag and get up as she walks toward the woman holding a door open. “It’s okay if my boyfriend comes, right?” she asks.
Three months ago, I would have been ecstatic that she was admitting out loud that I’m her man. Now, the word “boyfriend” sounds immature and pisses me off as much as her last name does.
“Of course.” The middle-aged woman, wearing scrubs with her hair tied up in a ponytail, smiles. After she gets Hanna’s weight and blood pressure in the hall, she leads us back to a room where there’s a machine set up and a skinny bed covered in paper. “If you wouldn’t mind changing into this, Dr. Potter will be with you in a minute.”
“Thanks.” Hanna grins, taking the paper gown, and as soon as the door closes, she turns toward me. “Dr. Potter? Is that a sign that we really should go with Luna or Draco?”
“No.”
“Come on.” She fake pouts as she starts to get undressed in front of me. When she is down to her t-shirt underwear and bra, her eyes find mine and narrow. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I watch as she lifts her shirt over her head.
“You know exactly how you’re looking at me.”
“You’re getting naked.” I watch her slide the lace of her underwear down her hips. “How else am I supposed to look at you when you’re getting naked?”
“I’m getting undressed for an examination.” She tosses them at me, and I catch them with one hand and bring them to my face. “Oh my God, don’t do that in here,” she hisses.
“You smell good.” I tuck them in my pocket. “How long do you think we have before someone comes back in here?”
“You stay on your side of the room Mr. St. James.” She quickly puts on the paper gown and sits on the edge of the table, her cheeks pink. I smirk, and she lets out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.
When there is a knock on the door a couple of minutes later, a good-looking guy around my age walks into the room, and my back straightens.
“Ms. Mayson.” He smiles, focusing on Hanna, then turns to me. “Dad?” It’s a question, and I jerk up my chin but keep my mouth firmly shut. “Dr. Shelly and I spoke this morning. She told me this is your first pregnancy.”
“It is.” Hanna gives him one of her beautiful smiles.
One of my smiles.
“Great. Today, we’re just going to check you over, and I’ll give you another ultrasound. I know Dr. Shelly already did, but I’d like to see for myself that everything is okay and confirm how far along you are. And when I’m done, you two can ask me any questions you have.”