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I look at him, tilting my head while trying to determine if the asshole is brave or stupid. I’m going with stupid. “He can stay. He has to stay,” Holly speaks up, reaching out and grabbing hold of my hand before I can say anything the son of a bitch is likely to regret.
“Okay, what about him?” The man gestures towards Neo.
Holly looks to me, unsure what she should do. “Neo, can you get her something to eat and some decent fucking coffee.”
He glances from me to Holly and nods. “Call me if he gets out of hand, Holly.” He smirks and leaves the room.
“Okay, Mrs. Valentino, how are you feeling?” Dr. Dimwit asks.
“What kind of fucking question is that? She’s been passed out for over an hour. How do you think she’s feeling?” I growl.
“T, stop. Let the doctor do his job so I can go home.”
“Home? You’re not going home, dolcezza. They need to run all sorts of tests and shit.”
“I’m fine. I feel fine. I have a headache, and I’m slightly nauseous. But other than that, I’m fine.”
“When was the last time you ate, Mrs. Valentino?”
“Ah, last night,” Holly answers, and I curse myself for not making sure she fucking ate breakfast before we left the house. From now on, I’ll make sure she fucking eats every meal.
“When was your last menstrual cycle?”
Okay, now I really want to shoot fucking Dr. Dimwit. That’s a personal fucking question, and frankly, none of his fucking business. But as I’m racking my brain, trying to remember myself, I’m coming up empty. I look to Holly, waiting for her answer. “Um, I’m not sure,” she says quietly, as if she’s still thinking.
“Is there any chance you could be pregnant?” Doctor Dimwit continues.
“Yes,” I say at the same time Holly says, “No.”
“Dolcezza, I’m not sure if anybody ever told you about the birds and the bees, but when you do things, things that you and I happen to do really fucking well…” I smirk at the redness creeping up her cheeks. “…you tend to, you know, get pregnant.”
“I know how the birds and the bees work, idiot.” She frowns at me. “I’m not pregnant. I can’t be. I’m not ready to be pregnant.”
“Right, well, I’ll have a test run just to rule it out then. Sometimes these things don’t happen when we’re ready, Mrs. Valentino.”
“I’m not pregnant,” Holly says more sternly. I reach behind my back, making sure my Glock is well and truly out of her reach, because with the way she’s staring daggers at this guy, I wouldn’t put it past her to shoot him.
“Right, I’ll send the nurse in with a test in a minute. All other scans were clear. There is no medical reason for your sudden fainting. I’d put it down to your nausea and the fact you haven’t eaten in over fourteen or so hours.”
“Thank you,” I grit out as politely as I can manage. I’m fucking fuming that I had been so inattentive to her needs this morning. I wait for the doctor to leave the room before I turn to Holly. I can’t help the huge grin that I’m sporting. My eyes go straight to her midsection, straight to where my son very well could be growing right now.
I put my hand on her stomach, and she instantly shoves it off. “Stop it. I’m not bloody pregnant.”
“Well, I think you could be. We have a lot of unprotected sex, Holly.”
“I also take the pill—every day.”
“You haven’t missed any? At all? Not one?” I ask, curious. She thinks about it, and the moment realization sinks in, she pales. “Shit, Holly, it’s okay. It will be okay.”
“It won’t be. I missed pills. When you died… when I thought you were gone, I didn’t take anything for a week, T. A whole week. We had sex that week.”
“Dolcezza, you being pregnant is not a bad thing. Us, starting our family, that’s a good thing, yeah?” I’m not understanding why she’s so freaked out. I’m fucking ecstatic at the thought of Holly being knocked up with my kid.
“I’m not ready, T. We need more time. We need time to just be us. We haven’t had enough time. And I’m going to get fat! Really fat. And a baby? How am I meant to look after a baby? I can barely look after myself right now.”
“You are not in this alone. We will get through it all. Together. United, remember? You and I are a fucking package deal, Holly. Whatever happens, I’ll do everything to make it as easy for you as I can.”
“I’m going to get fat,” she repeats.
