Page 100 of His Big Bad Stick

“So nothing happened,” I say.

“Really?” Colver asks. “You’re worried about who I’ve fucked?”

“We did not do that,” Dr. Whitney says. “We didn’t even kiss. It was a disaster of a date.”

“So I casually would see her because of her friend,” Colver says. “That’s it.”

I swallow hard. “I didn’t need to do that just now. Sorry about that.”

“No worries,” Dr. Whitney says. “Pregnancy comes with a lot of emotions. A lot of hormones. A lot of changes. And being near Colver all the time? You deserve an award for that.” She stands up and smiles. “I’ll let you get dressed and we’ll set up your next appointment. Sound good?”

“Thank you,” I say.

Then it’s just Colver and I alone in the room.

He’s still holding the ultrasound pictures.

“I’m pregnant,” I say.

“I can see that,” he says.

“And you went out with the doctor? Really?”

“If you’re that jealous over a date that went nowhere… you’re in big trouble, kitten.”

“Gross. Manwhore.”

“No. I enjoy myself.”

“Yeah? Are you going to continue to do that? Because on my end…”

I shrug my shoulders.

This is the perfect moment for Colver to close in on me and touch my face. Then touch my belly and tell me he’s mine. That I’m his. We don’t have to declare love and forever, but we can have this time right now.

Instead of doing any of that, Colver hands me the ultrasound pictures and he leaves the room.

I look at the ultrasound picture.

Dr. Whitney added text to the first picture.

CONGRATS!

I blink fast and touch my stomach.

I have to believe that Colver will always protect our baby.

But as far as I go…?

I feel like I’m just an emotional rental for him right now.

Less than nine months to go and I’ll be completely invisible.

24

Colver

I have practice in the afternoon.

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