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“Tomato, tomahto.” But as nervous as I am, she has a way of smiling that puts me at ease. When she holds her hand out for me to take, I don’t resist the urge. In this room, with her, I’m just a guy with a girl who’s having his baby.
Fuck me, that feels so good.
Her shirt is lifted enough that her belly is exposed. Dr. Ross, standing at her side, pulls out a small, molded plastic piecethat looks like a microphone. It’s attached to a speaker by a coiled plastic cord. “This is going to allow us to hear the baby’s heartbeat.”
With his free hand, Dr. Ross reaches for a bottle of gel and squeezes the blue fluid low on Sloan’s belly. Sloan looks up at me and chews her lip. The excitement makes her eyes shine brighter, her cheeks rosier.
She’s never looked more beautiful.
I don’t say it aloud, as much as I want to. I hope our kid looks like her. Has her eyes. That smile.
The doctor swishes his little plastic microphone over her belly, dragging the gel around in search of something I can’t see. When he stops and angles his hand, there’s a moment of silence?—
And then I hear it.
A steadywhoosh-whoosh.
A heartbeat.
She takes my hand and gives it a squeeze then looks at the doctor then back at me. “Oh, Beck. Our baby.”
Our baby.
I can’t speak around the lump of emotion in my throat. It’s more than anything I’ve felt before. I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles.My God. This woman is carrying my child.
I’ve said it a hundred times before, in the quiet moments when I think I’m a step closer to actually wrapping my head around the idea, but those moments were foolish. Hearing the heartbeat, though—that’s enough to make it sink in.
I can picture a baby. My baby. Sloan’s baby.Ourbaby.
I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to stop smiling.
“The baby’s okay?” I just need one last reassurance, then the good doctor can get the fuck out so I can celebrate with Sloan.
Ross nods. “Sounds strong as an ox,” he chortles. “I’ll give you two some space to be together. My assistant will schedule our next follow-up, Ms. Reeves. Congratulations to you both.”
Then he bows and backs out of the room. As soon as the door shuts, Sloan pulls me down for a kiss. She’s pliant, her body malleable in my arms, her kiss sweet on my lips.
“Sloan.” I breathe her name like it’s a prayer and a curse.
“Beck.” She kisses me again. “It’s so real now.”
There’s something powerful in knowing we created a life. It’s a shot of adrenaline, a punch to the heart.
I want her. I want her so damned bad.
So I kiss her some more. I ravage her mouth with mine while my hands slide under her shirt and brush against her silken skin. My body is on fire with need.
Her hands curl into my shirt and she climbs me like I’m a tree, curls her legs around my ass, and slides her hot pussy against my cock. She’s not wearing any panties beneath her skirt, I notice. Thank God for that.
She has her arms slung around my neck as I scoop her up and walk us to the bedroom. It’s a slow, meandering journey there, with lots of pauses and bumps along the way, mostly because I can’t stop kissing her for long enough to watch where I’m going. Her lips are as decadent as anything I’ve ever felt.
Tonight it isn’t just about my needs. It’s about hers. Tonight, she’sallthat matters.
When we get there, I kick open my bedroom door, drop her onto the mattress gently, then crawl on top of her.
But just before I’m in position, she waggles a no-no finger at me. “I’m sorry, Beck, but this is a clothing-free zone.” She sits up on her elbows. “I want to watch you get undressed. Give me a show.”
I grin. It isn’t often that she asks for what she wants and when she does, no way am I denying her. I reach for the back collar of my shirt and yank it over my head. There’s nothing sexy about it, but when I look at her, she’s chewing her lower lip.
