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“Congratulations,” Dr. Russ says.
“Thank you, Doctor.” Gabriel turns to look at the doctor for the first time, his tone ragged with emotion, and the sound of it makes the tears spill down my cheeks.
I love how much he cares about this, his child. I never knew Gabriel could be so tender and loving until I got pregnant, and now, it reminds me of what a good dad he’s going to be.
Dr. Russ smiles as he lifts the wand from my stomach, and the room goes silent. “It’s my pleasure. Seeing as this will be the last visit you have with me, all I can do now is wish you both the best of luck. Dr. Denning is a great physician,” he adds, referring to the doctor in Whitfield he recommended to us. “She’ll take good care of you.”
Gabriel reaches across the exam table as Dr. Russ removes his gloves with a snap, and they exchange a firm handshake.
“I’ll give you two a moment,” he says, rising from his chair.
“Thanks again, Doc.” Gabriel watches the older gentleman leave, closing the door behind him, then he turns to me.
“Are you happy?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
I laugh breathily as I nod. “I couldn’t be happier.”
“Good.” He chuckles. “I just wanted to make sure. It’s hard to tell through all the tears.” Brushing one from my cheek with the pad of his thumb, Gabe peers deep into my eyes.
“They’re happy tears,” I say.
“I never knew a girl could have so many different kinds of tears,” he teases, “until I knocked you up.”
Smacking him lightly in the stomach, I feign anger. “You should know better than to poke fun at a pregnant lady.”
Gabriel’s dark chuckle fills the room as he turns toward the counter and grabs a dry terry washcloth. After handing it over, he gets another and makes it damp with the small counter sink. As I attempt to scoop off the slimy goop on my belly, he brings me the second round of cleaning supplies to get the last of it. It seems as though we’re beginning to become experts at this whole pregnancy doctor visit thing, just in time to be moving away. I wonder if Dr. Denning will be similar to Dr. Russ or if an entirely new routine we’ll have to learn.
In keeping with the tradition of our first appointment, we stop for ice cream before heading back to the clubhouse, and by the time we arrive, it’s getting dark. Heading straight to our room for the night, Gabriel and I take a moment at the door to look around. Boxes of clothing and belongings line one wall. Everything’s been packed for our move tomorrow. It’ll be a long drive, but thankfully, Pete has lent us the truck, so we’ll be able to take it all in one haul.
“You ready for this?” Gabriel asks, his calloused thumb rubbing a circle at the base of my neck.
“I am,” I say with a grin. I’m actually really excited about this new adventure. We’re starting a whole new chapter of our lives, and I love that our baby girl is going to be a part of it.
Gabriel’s hands travel down to my hips, and he turns me to face him, leaning in for a kiss. Running my hands up his strong chest, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. I hear the door snap shut behind us, and then Gabe’s walking me backward, his lips never leaving mine as he slowly guides me toward the bed.
I love the slightly sweet taste of his tongue, the nutty flavor left over from his ice cream, and I hum contentedly as I press my tongue more enthusiastically between his lips. Gabriel’s hands spread around my ass cheeks, and then he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist as heat radiates from my core at the thought of where this is headed.
How does making love to Gabe never get old?After months of it, I feel as though my attraction for him is only growing stronger, deeper, and more complex. I can’t seem to get enough of him, and I crave how he touches me as though I’m the only thing he wants or needs.
Effortlessly carrying my weight, Gabriel slowly lowers me back onto the bed, his hips shifting, so my knees spread wide, allowing him to press against me. The rock-hard erection he grinds against my clit sends a spark of pleasure up my spine, and I wrap my legs around his ass, pulling him harder against me.
“Fuck, you turn me on,” he groans against my lips.
“What are you going to do about it then?” I breathe, teasing him as I arch up off the bed to graze him with my breasts.
“Hmm, I think it’s time I gave you my own personal doctor’s exam,” he rasps.
I moan at the thought of him probing me.
“And it’s going to beverythorough,” he growls, making me shiver with anticipation.
“Yes, please, Dr. Martinez.”
Gabriel’s fingers shift from my ass as they slide up my hips to catch the hem of my shirt and pull it up over my head. I help him along, unclasping my bra and releasing my tender breasts as he takes care of my pants, pulling them down in one swift motion, so I’m fully exposed as I sprawl across the bed.
Reaching up, I start to undo his pants as he yanks his shirt over his head with far less patience than he did with my own. Then he shoves his jeans the rest of the way off, hungry to remove any barriers between us.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. I take a moment to fully appreciate all the toned lines of his body, the rippling muscles that stretch and flex as he prowls toward me once more, his prominent pecs and abs hovering over me as he aligns our bodies once more.
