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“When are you due?” I asked, feeling less like myself in that statement than I’d ever been.
“Two weeks,” she answered with a brilliant smile. Then she rubbed her stomach, “Little Hayley will be my first.”
“Are you married or on the same road I’m traveling?”
She gave me a perplexed look. “I’m married. Which road did you say that you’re traveling?”
I rolled my eyes, “The dad’s a dick road?”
She scrunched her eyebrows together, processing what I’d said and probably wondering if she was sitting next to a lunatic. Spoiler alert: she was. “Well, my husband can certainly act like an asshole sometimes, but I wouldn’t say he’s graduated to complete dick,” she said with a chuckle.
“Give him time, sister,” I muttered under my breath.
I needed to get the hell out of here. I was in foreign territory. I’d only ever come here to ensure my vagina was still good to go and preventative measures were being taken to ensure a long and healthy sex life, but now, I was in the deep end. I didn’t even want to think about my vagina, having to be stretched from here to—
“Goddammit!” I bolted out of my seat and walked up to the receptionist. “May I ask why I’m waiting thirty minutes past my scheduled appointment? Dr. Patel is never late, which is why she’s my doctor.”
“She’s in a delivery right now,” Maggie, the curly-haired brunette answered with more attitude than I was capable of withstanding right now. “Dr. Aster is seeing her in between his.”
“And when am I in line for this Dr. Aster character?”
“Miss Hoover?” I heard a nurse call from the door she’d just opened. “We’re ready for you.”
Of all the times I had to do this, it had to be when my usual doctor was out. Strangely, I wanted Spencer to be here, and I felt some unwanted emotions surface at the thought of doing this alone.
I tried to keep my mind off my bare ass, sitting on the paper barrier covering the exam table, and I focused on the task at hand. Falling apart was not an option right now. Period.
I heard two soft knocks at the door before it opened to reveal a tall, tanned specimen of God’s glorious creation.
“You must be Natalia,” he said. “I’m Dr. Aster, and I’ll be treating you today.”
“The hell you are,” I said, seeing how stupidly gorgeous this man was. His chestnut hair set off his bright hazel eyes, and underneath his lab coat, he wore suit pants and a tailored button-down shirt that clung to his chest, leaving too much to the imagination. “Listen up, Doc,” I smiled, trying to reason with him as best I could, wearing nothing but this paper towel for a gown, “by the looks of you, you must’ve graduated college yesterday, and I’m your first patient.” I inhaled, ignored his humored yet annoyed expression, and went on. “And while I may be ideal for your first exam of the female vagina and breasts, this shit is not going to work for me.”
“I assure you that—”
“I don’t want to make this any more uncomfortable for you and your assistant, Farrah,” I smiled kindly at the young nurse who entered the room behind Dr. Gorgeous. “All I can say is, this is not going to work. I will not let a man as handsome as yourself work on my female body parts.”
“Ma’am,” he insisted.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” I stopped him, holding up my hand. “There is no ma’am here, okay?”
His expression might’ve been charming, but I was in no mood to be charmed. “Of course not, Ms. Hoover,” he conceded.
“Unless you’re gay, I don’t want you poking around me with those things,” I waved at the equipment he was about to use to examine me. “So, are you gay?”
“Um, no, I’m not,” he stammered, clearly caught off-guard by my defensiveness.
“Well, then,” I said, raising my eyebrows and crossing my arms over my chest.
“I think we started on the wrong foot,” he said, putting his hands in his pocket and staring at me squarely. My God, he was an Adonis. “You are clearly uncomfortable with me examining you, so I think it might be best to wait for your doctor to return from delivery.”
I should’ve felt mortified, but I wasn’t. “I’m sorry if I made this awkward, but my emotions aren’t doing too well. I’m very—I’m just—”
What the fuck was happening to me?
I held my hand up, my cheeks burning red, as I struggled to sort through a flood of emotions.
“Shit,” I said, gripping each side of the exam table, dropping my chin to my chest as the tears flooded out of me so abruptly that the doctor had to wonder what was wrong with me.
