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After four months of trying, and two failed IVF treatments, I was finally pregnant with his baby.
I couldn’t freakin’ wait to see whose eyes the baby had.
I hoped they were Luca’s with everything I had.
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Five months later
I opened the curtain to the exam room, my eyes on the chart in front of me, and studied it.
“You’ve had a laceration to your forearm, Mr. Maldonado?” I asked.
There was an amused snort from my husband before I looked up and found him staring at me with
his heart in his eyes.
He had a bandage on his forearm, and he had blood on his tight as hell pants.
My libido—which was always raring and ready to go—went on high alert.
Jesus, his smile was devastating.
“What happened?” I asked. “And why didn’t you call me?”
He gestured to the cut on his arm.
“I would have, but I was trying to keep pressure on my arm while also riding a motorcycle.
Calling you would’ve been kind of hard,” he admitted.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to his side, gently peeling the bandage back.
I eyed the cut.
It was shallow.
“How did you do this?” I wondered.
He grunted out a reply of, “Caught it on a piece of metal when I hopped over a guardrail to help
an old woman out of a wrecked car.”
I remembered the old woman coming in about twenty minutes ago, but I hadn’t been one of the
ones to work on her.
“Bummer,” I said. “That’s going to need stitches. At least eight.”
Instead of getting the nurse to help with the cut, I did it all myself.
All the while my husband never took his free hand off my belly.
It was growing day by day, and he never missed a chance to feel me up.
“She’s on the move today,” I told him when he grinned at one particularly lively kick.
“I feel that,” he said. “She’s moving around like crazy.”
