Page 72 of Forgive You

“Ssssh, it’s okay.” I slowly press open-mouthed kisses below her ear to distract her, calm her down, calmmedown. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. They just said they wanted to do another check. It could be nothing. You will have kids. I promise.”

“How do you know?”Because they are going to be mine too, I think when I stare into those fiery embers.

What the hell, Jason? What are you talking about? You haven’t even made it official yet. You don’t even fully trust her, and you’re thinking about kids?

Don’t be stupid.

“I just do. But I understand why you’re scared.” She nestles her cheek against my shoulder, and my chest swells out of proportion. “I’m here for you. Do you want me to go with you?”

She tilts her head a little, surprise in her tone. “Would you? Because I really hate lying there all exposed with my legs up in the air.”

“Of course, I will.” I’d fight bears for her. I’d sell my soul for her.

I’d even sit through a Thanksgiving dinner with my brother for her if that would make her happy. Coming with her for a procedure where she has to lay—

“Wait, what? Legs in the air? You mean, they are going to—to?” What the fuck are they going to do?

“They need access to my cervix.” Amusement hits her eyes, but only growing my glare.

“You have a female doctor, right?”

She bites away her smile. “Dr. Lowel is a fifty-year-old man, supposedly the best in Los Angeles.”

Fuck me.

“So, you’re telling me that some guy is going to be touching your pussy?”

Look, I’m no doctor, but I’m not dense either.

We’re talking about her pussy. And yeah, if it wasn’t already a given, now I’m definitely coming with her.

Her chuckles bring relief in my nervous system, triggering a reluctant smile of my own. “You make it sound like bad porn.”

“It better not be.”

“Jason Spencer, are you jealous of my gynecologist?”

My eyebrows knit together. Fuck, I really am jealous.

I inwardly roll my eyes at myself, then smile to lighten my own mood.

“That depends. What does he look like?”

“He’s old and chubby.”

My stomach turns.

“You’re not making it any better.”

“He’s okay, really. You don’t have to worry.”

“I know, because I’m going to be right there.” Knowing some old doc is going to be putting his fingers in my girl’s pussy makes me want to go all fight club on the man.

Did you really just call her your girl?

You stole a kiss, Jason.That’s it. But fuck, it was such a good kiss.

And now my dick is alive and kicking.

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