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Please, Christ, let something go right in her fucking life. Let her have something good.
After running a series of tests, Dr. Winfrey snaps on a monitor and wheels it close to the bed. Within minutes, she has a glob of goo squirted on Dakota’s belly and a wand in her hand. “Let’s have a look at that gorgeous baby.”
Dakota grips my fingers tight, like it’s her only lifeline. Her breathing grows choppy, and I stroke a hand over her hair. “Breathe, Koty.”
My heart rate doubles, watching as the doctor slides the wand around. My shoulder muscles are knit so tightly it’ll take a week on the bag to get the tension out.
Then the room’s filled with what sounds like the hooves of a stallion on Montana earth.
“The heartbeat,” Dr. Winfrey explains.
The screen fills with the shape of a baby, and I suck in a breath and stare, feeling like I’ve been sucker punched.
A sob escapes Dakota.
“Found you, sweet pea,” Dr. Winfrey announces.
The shape moves. A little squirm that has me chuckling.
“Oh my god,” Dakota gasps. She lifts her chin to get a better look. “Is it—is the baby okay?”
I frown when there’s no answer.
“Tell us,” I demand harshly.
“I don’t see any placental abruption or premature labor.” Doctor Winfrey squints at the screen. “A small amount of spotting is normal duringthe second trimester. Having sex or even vigorous physical activity can cause it.”
Dakota tugs on my arm. “Davis, this morning.”
Fuck.
I drag a hand down my face, remembering Dakota’s hands gripping the headboard this morning, magnificent ass arched, as I slipped inside her and pumped until we both came hard.
Guilt winds up in my chest. If it’s my fault, I’ll never forgive myself.
Doctor Winfrey chuckles. “Rest assured, sex is normal, Davis. Especially when pregnant. It makes the world go round, you know.”
“Christ.” A relieved breath shakes out of me. I grin down at Dakota. “Never touchin’ you again, Cupcake.”
She laughs. “Don’t you dare.” Eyes fastened on the monitor, Dakota asks, “So…the baby’s okay?”
Doctor Winfrey looks at me, then back at the screen. “Everything looks fine, but I’d like to keep Dakota overnight just to be safe.”
Dakota thins her lips. I intercept before she can argue her way out of it. “That’s a good idea,” I tell the doctor, shooting Dakota a warning look.
Bossy, she mouths.
I give her a quick kiss. “Get used to it.”
Dr. Winfrey snaps off the monitor. “And that’s my cue.”
“Wait!” Dakota says when Dr. Winfrey rises to go. “I want to know…” Tears leak from her eyes. “I want to know the sex.”
Dr. Winfrey pauses, smiles. “The two of you have a healthy baby boy.”
Dakota chokes out a sob. Her fingertips go to her mouth.
A boy.
