Except…I do.
I’m the one who’s puking my guts up.
I’m the one who has an alien—okay, fine, a tiny embryo that’s going to, hopefully, turn into a full-fledged human someday—growing in my womb.
I’m the one who has to make the tough choices.
I’m the one it falls to?—
His fingers cover mine. “Breathe, baby.”
I snatch my hand back. “I’m fine,” I snap.
“You look like you’re either going to puke your guts up again or pass out.”
“I’m not going to do either of those things.”
And I hate that the not puking portion is because of Leo and his damned candy.
“Works for me,” he says. “My arms are kind of tired from the gym yesterday—catching you so you don’t crack your head on the floor and/or cleaning up puke isn’t high on my priority list at the moment.” He rubs his biceps. “It’s a recovery day, after all.”
Okay, now I’m convinced the man is trying to piss me off.
Especially when he tosses me a half-smile, his eyes dancing with humor.
Ugh.
Why does he have to be so hot?
“You need to go,” I grind out.
His smile fades.
Ha. Take that.
“I’m not leaving, Harp. I don’t have to go back with you, but I’ll at least walk you out to your car when you’re done.”
I open my mouth?—
“But I hope you’ll let me come with you. The books say a lot of information is covered, especially at a first visit, and they recommend having a second person around to help take it all in.”
“The books?”
He shrugs, the barest hint of pink appearing on his cheeks. “Books on pregnancy. I figured I’d better read up in case you?—”
“Harper?”
My gaze whips to the side, and I spot the nurse standing in the doorway, a clipboard in her hands.
Quickly jumping to my feet, I hurry over to her.
“Harper?” she says as I come close.
I nod. “Yes, that’s me.”
“Good. Let’s go on back.”
She turns, starts heading down the hall.
