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“Hello, Everleigh.” Dr. Jackson steps over to me, clasping my hand in his. Removing his hand from mine, his gaze moves to Will as he steps beside me. He looks at Will’s knuckles, frowning, but Will shakes his hand heartily, as though his knuckles aren’t all bloody and busted open. “Will.”
“Dr. Jackson. Thank you, and your team, for coming tonight.”
“Of course, Will. Anytime.”
Will releases Dr. Jackson’s hand, then interlocks his fingers with mine. Our gazes lock and hold for a few beats before we turn our attention to Dr. Jackson.
Dr. Jackson gets right down to business, sitting on a stool and grabbing my chart. Sliding in front of me, he reviews my injuries, which luckily, are all minor, and consist of contusions and burns from the ropes.
He then shifts to the topic of my pregnancy, saying everything is more than likely fine, but he’d like to do an ultrasound. Will and I immediately agree, and preparations begin.
Once the ultrasound is underway, it’s not surprising that Will is correct and I’m pregnant with twins. The doctor anticipates I’m about eight to nine weeks pregnant at this stage.
I watch Will’s face as he stares at the ultrasound images, overcome with love for him. He reminds me of a child at Christmas who just received the gift they wanted most in this world. When his gaze locks on mine, he springs from his chair, hugging and kissing me, tears of relief and happiness mixing with mine.
When he releases me, Will turns to the doctors and nurses, shaking their hands and thanking them. They laugh when he repeatedly refers to the three of us as his “girls,” reminding him it’s too soon to know the sex of the babies. But Will is so convincing that I even hear Dr. Jackson slip and say “girls” before he quickly corrects it to “babies.”
Once I’m dressed and out of the ultrasound room, Dr. Jackson tends to Will’s hand, examining and cleaning it. He orders an X-ray because he suspects a fracture or break.
Afterward, we sit and wait, Will’s uninjured hand clasped in mine. His legs bounce as he sits in the chair, drawing my attention.
“Are you worried about the results of your X-ray?”
Will turns his head, light blue eyes moving over my face, his brows furrowing. “No. If it’s fractured or broken, it’s not that big of a deal. I’ll adjust.” He shrugs, turning his head away.
A sickening feeling swirls through me, dread settling in my stomach. There’s an invisible wall between us, a distance I’m not used to. I don’t like the look in Will’s eyes, even though I’ve never seen it before. It just leaves me… unsettled.
Dr. Jackson pulls us into an exam room once he has the results from the X-ray, which shows that Will has a fracture in the finger of his right hand. Using a local anesthetic, Dr. Jackson sets the bones back into place. Although my man is tough-as-nails, the clenching of his teeth and jaw and the painful hiss he emitted indicates the pain he’s feeling.
When he lifts his gaze to mine, I frown. “You were giving me a massage.” My tone is accusatory as I glare at him.
He gives me a shit-eating grin. “Yes, I was.”
“Fucking brat,” I grumble in a low tone, causing Dr. Jackson’s lips to twitch as he puts a splint on Will’s finger.
Will just laughs at me, giving me a wink, not the slightest bit bothered by my anger.
Once Dr. Jackson steps out of the room so the nurse can return and schedule my next checkup, Will slides over to me, his bright smile contagious. I wrap my hands around his neck as he cups my face.
Relief courses through me.
This is us.
The closeness, the vulnerability.
Our bodies alight from the love that flows between us, a back-and-forth electricity that crackles the air.
“I love you, goddess.”
“I love you, ornery devil.”
He chuckles before pressing his lips against mine, kissing me until we are both breathless.
When he pulls away, I cup his face. “Can we go home now?”
“As soon as your appointment is scheduled, absolutely.”
The nurse comes in, handing us our discharge instructions before scheduling my next appointment. Then we are finally free to go.
