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Dr. Fulton pauses mid-keystroke, turning to smirk at me. “You’re asking if it’s safe for her to have sex?”

I shrug, trying to act casual. “I mean, look at her. Can you blame me?”

His smirk widens, and he shakes his head, returning his attention to the computer. “Assuming her labs and ultrasound results come back normal, there’s no reason to avoid it. But you might want to let her take the lead—she may not feel up to it.”

“Fair enough,” I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck. “Just checking.”

And I’m damn sure going to stoke those embers smoldering between us—so long as it’s safe, of course.

Dr. Fulton chuckles softly, finishing his notes before swiveling back to me. “Any more questions, or are we good?”

I grin, leaning in a little. “That custom ink you wanted? It’s on me. Just take care of her.”

Chapter 25

Where’s My Cloak of Invisibility?

Ori

Imanage a smile for the nurse, but it’s so fake I feel like my face might crack. Between worrying about the baby and fretting over Ash’s reaction, I’m a bundle of nerves.

She’s drawn about a million vials of blood, only to replace them with a giant IV bag of fluid now filling the veins she just drained.

The joys of modern medicine.

“The doctor and I will be right back to do the sonogram. I’ll send your husband in,” the nurse states before stepping out of the room.

Please don’t let Ash hear you call him that. I’ll never see the man again.

I have to give Ash credit. He’s taking the baby news in stride—although, to be fair, he’s likely still in shock about the entire situation.

Lord knows I was when I learned the news. I warned him we were playing with fire. Turns out, I was right.

“Okay, we have a plan.” Ash says as he walks into the room and grasps my hand. His palm is warm and comforting, even if the rest of him seems like a live wire.

“Who’s we?”

“Dr. Fulton and me. Normally, he'd want to admit you for a few days of observation, but I talked him out of it. Barring any problems, of course. Not that there will be problems. Everything is going to be fine.”

The man is talking a mile a minute, and it would be adorable if I thought the speed of his diction was because of excitement rather than sheer terror.

I motion toward the exam room door. “The nurse said Dr. Fulton will be in to do the ultrasound. I guess you’re getting used to these.”

Does it gut me to utter those words? Damn right it does. But let’s be real. He’s got more than one baby mama, and she’s weeks ahead of me. Everything Ash and I do together with this child, they’ve already done.

Once again, I’m breadfruit. Maybe that’s the tattoo I need—not that I know what the hell breadfruit looks like. Probably as appetizing as it sounds.

Yuck.

Ash shakes his head, his focus snapping to the door as Dr. Fulton and the nurse enter with the ultrasound machine. “I’ve never seen one before.”

“What about with Lucille?”

Another shake of his handsome head. “Nope. Wait. That’s not true. I had one for kidney stones about ten years ago.”

“This is a bit different,” Dr. Fulton jokes as he pulls on a pair of gloves. “Now, this is a transvaginal ultrasound, which sounds scarier than it is, but I promise it won’t hurt a bit.”

“Is it safe?” Ash asks, squeezing my hand, his voice tight with worry.

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