Page 47 of Sometimes You Fall

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before,” she murmurs so softly that I almost miss it.

“What do you mean?” I turn around to face her, but she shakes her head, stepping over to the chair where she left her purse earlier.

“Nothing, Grady. Let’s just go.”

Not wanting to fight with her or increase the tension between us any further, I hold the door open for her and follow her out of the doctor’s office.

I walk her to her car, opening the door for her as she sets her purse inside. “So…” she starts as she spins to face me.

“That was fucking wild, Scottie,” I breathe out, the image of my child imprinted on my brain. I shove my hands in my pockets so I don’t reach out and smash my lips to hers.

God, I just want to fucking kiss her, hold her, and put her in a giant bubble so nothing happens to either of them. If this ishow I’m going to feel until this baby is born, I might just have a fucking heart attack before I turn thirty-six.

She chuckles. “I know. I forgot how intense that feels. It’s been so long since I had Chase. It’s all coming back to me with each milestone.”

“Shouldn’t we find out the sex at the next appointment?” I ask. “You’ll be sixteen weeks then.”

“We can, if the baby cooperates.” She licks her lips and tilts her head up at me. “Do you want to know?”

“I mean, I think it would make it easier to plan. What do you want?”

She rubs her stomach, the small bump now more noticeable to me after seeing it during the ultrasound. And fuck, it just makes her sexier. “I don’t know. Part of me thinks it would be fun to wait, but the control freak in me doesn’t think I could.”

We share a laugh. “Okay, we’ll find out then. I think it would ease some of the stress of the unknown.”

“Okay.”

“What about circumcision?”

“Um…”

“Well, if it’s a boy, I don’t want him battling with a turtleneck for the rest of his life, you know?” I say jokingly, but I’m actually serious. “You know that I’m circumcised, but…”

She holds a hand up. “No need to go any further. I agree, okay?”

I nod. “Good, but I don’t think I could be in the room for that. I just might be the one to throw up if that’s the case.”

She covers her mouth, laughing. “Am I going to have to worry aboutyougetting sick throughout this whole pregnancy?”

“No, just with that.” I visibly shudder and resist the urge to reach down and cover my dick.

“Normally, the father should be concerned about the mother throwing up.”

“I am.” I reach out and stroke her arm, catching her off guard. But I retract my touch just as quickly.

Small steps, Grady.

Clearing my throat, I take my keys out of my pocket. “Okay then. Well…”

“Yeah.” She brushes her curls back from her face. “I need to get back to work.”

“I’ll see you later though, right?” I ask.

“Yeah. I’ll have Chase there by six.”

Nodding, I start walking to my truck backwards, keeping my eyes on Scottie. “Keep growing our baby, Scottie,” I say as primitive pleasure races through me.

She rolls her eyes at me. “Like I have a choice.”

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