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"That was different."
"How?"
I'm stumped. Then it comes to me. "Because at those appointments, you got to hear the baby's heartbeat and see the ultrasounds."
Which he insisted on having at every single appointment.
"Yes, I did, but that is not the only reason I accompanied you."
Here we go. "Why else then?"
"Because no one is looking at your pussy without me present. Man, or woman."
"You make Cro-Magnon man look advanced sometimes,cuore mio."
The expression that comes over Raff's face when I call him my heart would be frightening. If I didn't know all that intensity is out of love for me.
But the man looks like he wants to eat me.
Right here.
"Not happening," I tell him.
He looks like he's considering convincing me otherwise, but finally he nods. Phew!
However, I don't try to convince him to stay in the waiting room when the nurse leads me back to the exam room.
"Remember, there might be some mild cramping after the removal, but it's nothing to worry about."
I nod, but Raff frowns. "Should you give her something for the pain?"
"No," I say before my OB has a chance to answer. "I'll be fine, Raff."
"That is what you said when you were in labor. You were not fine."
"Getting my birth control removed is nothing like giving birth, trust me."
He frowns, but inclines his head in acquiescence.
It only takes a few minutes for the doctor to remove the device. And she's right. I cramp. It's not so mild and because I'm no wilting flower, I tell her so.
Neither of us is prepared for Raff's reaction.
"Get her some pain meds," he barks, his hand going to his gun.
Oh, crap.
I grab his arm and pull him toward me. "I would rather have you hold me."
He slips both arms around me like I wanted him to and cradles me gently to him, but whatever expression is on his face has my usually unperturbable doctor ordering her nurse to get six hundred milligrams of ibuprofen in a tone I've never heard the OB use.
I'm glad to see they are in gel caps. The pain meds will take effect faster.
My cramps are already lessening by the time we reach the armored car Raff insisted on buying for my first trip to New York. It remains in storage in parking garage between trips, although my husband has told my brother to use it if necessary.
Why did I ever think Raff does not love me? The man is obsessively protective.
"You will not go through that again," Raff pronounces as we pull into traffic. "After you have our next child, I will get a vasectomy."
