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“Don’t get it twisted. I still hate everything else about school,” Taylor said. She stood, and a framed, poster-size photo of her boyfriend, Jamar, wearing nothing but a football helmet over his groin area hung on the wall behind her.
“Holy shit!” London said.
“Where the hell are you?” Samiah screeched.
Taylor turned to the picture. “I’m in the pool house, or my she shed, as Jamar calls it. I’m redecorating.”
“What exactly did you have to promise that man in order to get him to pose for that picture?” Samiah asked.
“You don’t want to know, but it was worth it,” Taylor said. “Talk to you two later.”
She disconnected from the video call, and Samiah’s face instantly took up the entire screen.
“I’ll deny it if you ever say anything, but I’m regretting not taking a screenshot of that picture while Taylor was still on the phone,” Samiah said.
“You and me both.” London slung her stethoscope around her neck. She had rounds in another five minutes. “So, are you nervous about meeting Daniel’s parents?”
“Not as nervous as I was when I didn’t get my period this week, but yeah, there’s some nerves.”
“Bitch, what?”
“Don’t worry, it finally came and I took a pregnancy test just to be sure, but if I ever considered questioning whether I was ready for kids, I have my answer,” Samiah said. “Shit, the guy they’ve put in my old position is texting me again. I swear, I’m doing both damn jobs. Good luck with Nina,” Samiah said. “Remember, don’t go all London on her.”
“It’s hard for me not to take that as an insult.”
“It was meant to be one,” Samiah said, sending her an overly sweet smile.
“Bitch,” London laughed before ending the call.
She was still smiling as she gathered a collection of toys and sugar-free candy to dispense during rounds, but she couldn’t help but think about what she would have felt if she’d faced what Samiah had this week.
Pure, unadulterated panic.
For someone who worked with kids every day, she couldn’t accurately describe her terror at the thought of having one of her own.
London had found herself in that situation exactly one time in her life, during her sophomore year of college. The ten minutes between when she’d peed on that little stick and when the single line had appeared were some of the most fretful moments of her life. She knew a bunch of women who had raised kids on their own—her own mother for one, because even when Kenneth had still technically been her husband, he’d never been there in any meaningful way—but it was something London had never wanted for herself. She had devoted her life to helping other people’s kids, which suited her just fine.
That incident back in college had been enough to scare her into being overly cautious when it came to protecting herself against pregnancy. She tracked her cycle religiously and made sure she didn’t come within five feet of sperm when she was ovulating. Not that she’d had that to worry about this past year.
Shit, you do now!
She pulled up the ovulation forecast app on her phone and checked the calendar.
Good. She still had at least a few more nights of worry-free fucking before she had to put the kibosh on sexy times with Drew for a couple of days. She was already regretting the lost time. They might have to double up some nights to make up for it.
As much as London hated to admit it, she would miss him when he went back to New York.
“You’ll miss the sex,” she murmured.
Fine, so maybe she would miss him too. Just a little.
That admission was so much harder than she expected, which said a lot about how this casual hookup arrangement had gotten completely out of hand.
Last night, wrapped up in Drew Sullivan’s arms post-orgasm, she’d felt zero desire to leave his bed. Even after she had left, she’d considered turning back around up until the moment she put the key in the lock at her own house just after midnight.
She’d gone from just hooking up with a guy she hardly knew to being totally dick-whipped in a matter of days.
No, she wasn’t just dick-whipped. That she could handle. London was starting to…like him. She actually liked talking with Drew Sullivan. He listened and didn’t try to mansplain or offer suggestions on how to fix her issues.
