Page 20 of Doctor Do-Over

“And you, Wryan?” The instructor reaches me.

“Um.” I start to panic, and Eddie presses against my side.

“I’ll be with her.” Tanner’s voice breaks through my thoughts.

I turn to see him in a pair of scrubs, moving across the room toward me. His long legs eat up the distance. He drops on the floor behind me like the other husbands are seated and pulls me back into his body. I settle instantly.

“Oh, Dr. Bleacher, welcome. I didn’t know you and Ms. Westerbrook were together.” I drop my head and shake it. Everyone who works at the hospital knows about the fight that happened last month. Why do these women still keep trying to get with him? Or for that matter, act like idiots?

“I’ve been with Wryan since last spring.” He rubs his hand against my belly, calming me further.

The class continues, and he leans down to kiss beside my ear. “I’m sorry I was late, kitten.”

I lean up to kiss his chin. “I understand; patients come first.”

He takes my chin and keeps me looking up at him. “Never. You and our children are my first priority.”

“Children?”

“Okay, class, let’s move on to practicing our breathing.” The instructor distracts me from my question.

Tanner

I almost slipped and gave away my master plan. She settles in, and I really wish I had changed out of my scrubs. My cock lengthens with her round ass pressed against my crotch. I want nothing more than to push her forward and slide into her tight pussy that I’ve craved since the day she walked out on me. I thought I’d never see her again.

Since that day she let me take her to her appointment, I’ve spent as much time with her as I could. But I want more. I want her in my bed. I want to make love to her again.

I had my attorney withdraw the paternity and custody filings. I want Wryan to know that I want to be a part of her life and our daughter’s life. I want Wryan to choose to be with me. Not because of our child, but because she truly wants to.

By the time the class ends, I’m itching to have her to myself and be between her legs again. I’ve only given her chaste kisses on the forehead since that day in my office, and I dream of her lips every night.

“I called Browser and told him I’d give you a ride home tonight,” I tell her as I help her slip on her jacket. “How about we go get some tacos?” She’s been craving Mexican food.

“Ooh, that sounds good. Can we stop and get some mint chocolate chip ice cream afterward?”

“Anything you want, kitten.”

We leave the hospital after I stop at my office for a change of clothes. I help her into the passenger seat then open the door for Eddie to jump in the back.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asks in a quiet voice beside me.

I wait until we’re stopped at a traffic light to turn and look at her. She won’t meet my gaze, so I wait for her to ask or give up and look at me.

“Where do you see this going?” she stutters.

The light turns green, and I hold my answer until I pull into her current favorite restaurant.

I turn in my seat to face her. “Look at me, kitten.”

She reluctantly turns to me, and I wish that it wasn’t dark so I could see her beautiful eyes.

“I see us making a life with our daughter,” I answer honestly.

“But you said children.”

I want to explain why, and I should, but I don’t want to scare her. I try to figure out another way to answer her question. I’m about to suggest it was just her imagination when she waves her hand.

“Never mind. It’s okay.” She reaches for her door, but I stop her.

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