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“I am now,” I smile. Why does she make me so needy? I take her hand in mine.
“How did you know I had this type of blood?” I ask.
“I saw it on your chart in the hospital in LA.” She kisses me again.
I nod and she sits quietly in the chair in the corner of the room. “Is the child going to be ok?” she asks.
I nod. “I think so, they take the blood and screen it and then give it to him.”
The nurse walks back in the room and starts to prepare to take the blood and we both sit silently watching her. My eyes linger on my beautiful girl who is deep in concentration watching the nurse. She pulls her glasses from her bag so she can see what is going on and I smile at her.
“What?” she mouths as she smirks.
I shake my head. I’ve never known a woman who is so damn sexy in glasses. Her intelligence is a huge trigger to my libido.
Ten minutes later we have finished and are walking back to the room, and we stop off to get a coffee from the cafeteria. The fawning of the girls behind the counter is actually getting embarrassing. It’s ok when Cam is here because he loves to flirt but I just find it downright embarrassing when he’s not there.
“Hello, Joshua,” one of the girls coos.
I smile and nod as I dip my head. “Hello,” I reply. They all giggle.
Natasha looks at me deadpan. “How does she know your name?” She raises an eyebrow as she folds her arms in front of her.
I smirk. “Because she puts it on my coffee every day,” I answer.
Natasha screws up her face at me. “I bet she does.” She puts a finger in her mouth to symbolise she’s going to be sick and I give her a wink. I love it when she gets jealous.
“Must be that penis in my pants,” I smirk as I raise my eyebrow in jest.
“Hmm, you mean the one I am just about to cut off as an optional extra,” she whispers as she looks around in annoyance.
“Or suck,” I whisper back as I lean in and kiss her cheek.
“No. Not happening, no sucking tonight, Stanton,” she smirks as she takes a seat.
“We’ll see,” I smile.
We wait for our coffee in silence, her phone is on the table and beeps a message at the same time she goes to get the coffees from the counter. I read it—it’s from someone called Jes.
I’m at the gym and haven’t seen you for forever.
I’m coming over to yours tonight.
She comes back and sits down with our coffees. “Jes messaged you and she’s coming over tonight,” I remark as I take my coff
ee from her hand.
“Huh?” She frowns as she looks at her phone.
“Your friend Jes texted.”
She snatches the phone from the table as she sits and reads the message. “Huh, so she is, fancy that.” She takes a large gulp of her coffee and then spits it onto the table.
“Fucking fishface makes the coffee too fucking hot,” she snaps as she grabs a serviette and wipes her mouth.
I laugh out loud. “Fishface, who is fishface?”
“The idiot behind the counter who looks like a fish,” she stammers with the napkin over her face as she looks around in embarrassment.
