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“Not in this lifetime. I belong to no one.” Had he lost his damn mind?
“Stop fighting me.” He dropped a soft kiss on my lips.
“But—”
“Sorry to interrupt, but I need to take Hope for some tests.” Mercy brought a wheelchair to the side of the bed.
“Let’s go.” Doctor Hayes jerked his chin at Hustler.
“What tests?” Hustler asked, concern in his steely gray eyes. “Anything for the baby, I want to be included.”
I groaned. If my head didn’t like it might explode, I’d roll my eyes.
“Not if she doesn’t want you there,” Doctor Hayes snapped.
“What do you say, Hope?” Hustler kissed me again. “I want to be with you every step of the way.”
Why was he so sweet to me? I wasn’t used to this kind of treatment.
“Whatever,” I muttered. I had zero energy to argue.
Hustler smiled victoriously as Mercy helped me into the wheelchair. If I didn’t feel like I’d been hit by a bus, I might’ve melted on the spot.
“You’ll get an ultrasound first,” Mercy said as she pushed me.
“How long was I out?”
“Just long enough to move you to the bed and check your vitals.”
“But Hustler was there when I woke.”
“I heard the commotion and ran back. I saw that fucker kick you in the stomach,” he seethed. “You were only out ten seconds, maybe fifteen.”
“Hmm.” I closed my eyes. The fluorescent lights in the corridor were painfully bright. I wished I were home in my comfy bed.
“Here we are.” Mercy wheeled me into the room as Hustler held the door open. His attentiveness made me feel funny. Not funny, but weird. I liked it but I shouldn’t.
“I’ll help you,” he said.
Help me? He carefully picked me up and placed me on the examination table. I shouldn’t have let him stay since I didn’t know if I was keeping the baby. I hadn’t even admitted he was the father. But if I did keep it, I didn’t want him to miss out on anything.
“Do you hear that?” Mercy patted my leg.
“Um. Mhmm.” I must’ve zoned out while they prepared me for the ultrasound.
“The heartbeat is strong,” the technician said.
“Can you tell if it’s a boy or girl?” Hustler asked, holding my hand. His eyes were glued to the screen, taking it all in.
“No, it’s too early,” the tech replied.
“Looks like a boy to me.” He kissed my forehead. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know.” I stared in awe.
“Baby is measuring at twelve and half weeks.”
“We were together around that time. Were you with anyone else?”
