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“I’m not shy,” I caution her, kissing her quickly again and growl those three words into her ear again before setting her into her seat, buckled up tight.
Knowing I can watch over her every minute of every day now, satisfied.
I. Love. You.
“It’s like the kissing thing,” I explain, smiling before I close the door and peck her just one more time on the lips.
“Once I start… I know I’ll never stop.”
Epilogue
Two Months Later
Becky
It feels like the breakfast burritos we just shared were bad, but it gets worse.
This cramping in my belly. The urge to hurl and pass gas at the same time, which I’m fighting to keep from Dillon as we drive.
He’s got his attorney on speaker. The new hearing to finally clear his name is coming up, all but guaranteed to get back his livelihood, but most of all his honor back.
“It’s taken some time, Dillon, and we’re glad the city saw fit to let you free of your ‘employment’ duties at that club… By the way, Charlie Sawyer’s singing louder than anyone right now but it won’t save his neck. He’s going down like the rest of ‘em.”
Dillon juts his chin over to me, a kind of ‘see’ moment, but he knows me too well by now.
He knows when something’s not right.
“I’ll call you back,” he snaps, slowing the truck until he can pull over.
“Baby, what is it?” he asks, jerking the huge vehicle into park and taking both my hands, my lips already trembling but before I can speak, I feel the hot stain of tears.
Something I’ve never done with Dillon, only ever tears of joy so far.
“I… I just don’t—” I start to explain, wincing as I double forward, clutching my belly.
Dillon kicks into protector mode, and setting his truck’s lights flashing, he speeds away from the side of the road.
“We’re getting you to a doctor, Becky. Just take my hand and stay calm,” he tells me in a firm tone.
I feel my fingers curling around his, already feeling better but I think we both know deep down what it is.
Nothing wrong at all.
Then why do I feel like total crap?
Dillon knows people. Places, and it’s only minutes before he pulls into a medical center, carrying me from his truck and announcing to a surprised reception staff we need help.
Now.
In seconds, it feels like, I’m in the care of a doctor and a nurse with Dillon watching over all three of us.
Nervously impatient.
That thing he does when he paces without even moving, setting everyone else on edge with a single look.
“Mr. Maxwell,” The doctor starts, motioning him to a chair, which he ignores. “You’ll do no one any good by looming up over us,” The doctor continues, and I notice his name badge.
MD. Miles Love.
It makes me smile, suddenly feeling stupid we’re even here until I explain what’s been going on inside me.
Hearing his tone become even more serious.
Clinical.
“Breakfast burrito, huh?” he asks in a calm voice, running a professional hand over my belly, not even pressing before Dillon interrupts.
“Hands off, unless it’s really...” he starts to growl, but the nurses smile and the doctors knowing look calms him down quick enough once he takes his hands off my belly.
“Are you?” The doctor asks me quietly, ignoring Dillon but catching me off guard before he whispers a few words to the nurse.
“If you’ll have seat, Mr. Maxwell,” The doctor says again, firmer this time. “We’ll run a few basic tests. But as far as I can see, right now? Your… uh… daughter is perfectly fine.”
Dillon looks from me to the doctor and then back again, but the nurse is already leading him away, calling over his shoulder for them both to just wait.
Dillon looks confused, mad as hell, and down all at once.
I hold my hand out for his, grateful when he takes it, bringing it to his lips as he kneels beside the examination table.
The best medicine ever.
“I feel fine… now.” I groan, wincing as I wonder how much all this will cost when maybe all I really needed was a trip to the bathroom.
“You weren’t fine in the car,” he affirms, leaning closer, mumbling something about feeling like an old man.
My muffled laugh and my hand over his makes him look deeply into my eyes.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, ruffled but making me love him even more if that’s possible.
Pulling his head close enough for me to kiss, I tell him.
“Nothing’s funny. I just love it when you get all protective.”
He growls and kisses me back, moving one hand to cradle my neck and the other onto my belly before the doctor returns.
“What’s all this?” Dillon asks, standing up suddenly.
At a glance, even I can tell what machine they have, and why they have it.
I sigh quietly, putting both my own hands over my tummy, wondering how on earth I could have missed it.
