And now we were an hour away from the doctor confirming what we knew. To say I was an emotional wreck would be the understatement of the year.
She rinsed off and I held a towel out, wrapping her in it, rubbing her belly and my baby growing inside her.
My fucking baby.
“And how are you feeling?”
Her smile was soft and happy. “I mean, we probably could’ve planned it better, but with us, I guess timing is relative. We trust the universe, right?”
“Damn fucking right, we do.”
She ran her hands through my hair, resting them on the back of my head. “How are you feeling?”
My throat started to get tight. “Like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
She moved between my legs and kissed me. “I love you so much.”
My dick thumped hard against my zipper because it had less control than I did around her. I looked at my watch. “You know we still have eight minutes before we have to leave?”
She stepped back, her eyes rolling. “You can take me home and do whatever you want to me as soon as we’re done with the doctor.”
I almost shoved her away. “Emerson. Get dressed right fucking now and let’s go.”
She laughed so hard it set me off, the pair of us giggling together like kids before I stopped dead, my face serious. “I’m not kidding! Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Clothes, now.”
She squealed as I smacked her ass.
Thirty minutes later we were ushered into the OBGYN’s office. The nurse handed Emerson a gown and instructed her to put it on and get on the bed. While she was changing I looked around the room. Above the desk were several framed certificates from Harvard Medical School, easing my nerves slightly. I turned to the walls then wished I hadn’t because they were covered in posters of childbirth, vaginas, and diagrams of pregnancy. I sat down and closed my eyes before I started to get queasy.
Because, fuck me.
Emerson appeared from behind the screen and hopped on the bed, which I hadn’t noticed until now was not a normal bed. And her feet were in some sort of weird sex club vibe harnesses. What the fuck were they for?
“Babe, can you try not to look so horrified please?”
I blinked up at her. “Sorry, I just… what are those?” I pointed to the sex club holder thingies. “Why do you need your feet in them?”
She looked at me like I was a simpleton. “Because the doctor can’t examine my vagina with my legs crossed.”
It had better be a woman doctor.
“Oh, okay, makes sense. Cool. Cool, cool. Cool, coooool.”
Emerson was staring at me as I tried very hard not to freak out. Thankfully, at that moment, the door opened and in walked a female doctor of what I’ll diplomatically call an experienced age. In fact, she looked as experienced as fuck, which was good because I wasn’t about to let some Doogie Howser loose on my baby.
“Emerson Reeves and Drew Crawley?” She glanced down at her chart and back up with not one flicker of recognition, which I gave a silent thanks for, because I didn’t want some kiss ass doctor examining Emerson. “Hello, both of you. I’m Doctor Humphries.”
“Hello,” replied Emerson, so soft and sweet that I just wanted to scoop her up and cover her with kisses.
“Right, now what have we got here? Emerson, you’re twenty-eight, is that right?”
She nodded, “Yes.”
“And you had a positive pregnancy test?”
“Twenty-two,” I confirmed at the same time as Emerson said yes.
“Sorry?” Doctor Humphries frowned at me, and Emerson squeezed my hand tight in a silent warning for me to not be a dick.
