Page 37 of There Are No Words

I shook my head and sat up a little when she removed the wand.

“Usually the doctor reads that. He’ll just be one moment, okay?” she furthered, getting up and passing me a tissue. “I’ll give you some privacy to clean up before he comes in.”

“Thank you.” I took the tissue from her, and with a smile, she was gone, the door closing behind her again.

I looked to Brady and groaned. “Why do they make us wait so long?” I asked, annoyed with all these medical protocols.

He shrugged. “It’s not all bad. We got to hear the heartbeat again.”

“That was nice.” I smiled, remembering the sound as I went to bring the tissue to my belly and clean myself.

“Let me,” he said, but didn’t wait for me to give him the tissue, just took it and began wiping the gel off my belly. He took his time, his eyes connecting with mine the entire time.

“I could have done that myself,” I told him, slightly breathless. I was pathetic. The slightest touch from this man and I was putty in his hands.

“You’re never going to ask for help, so I’m not going to ask if you want it. From now on, I’m going to help you, and you’re going to just deal with it. Do you understand?”

I swallowed at the deep, sexy tone of his voice. Note to self: the more demanding he got, the more turned on I got. I wished we weren’t in this room, weren’t at a doctor’s office, so I could take care of the throbbing in between my legs.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, a smirk on his lips. “You like it when I tell you what to do.”

Shit!He could read me like a book. How obvious was I? What, did I have it written on my forehead?I want you, Brady Moore.

Not that I would ever admit that. “You’re bonkers.” I rolled my eyes, making him out to be delusional. In all actuality, I was the delusional one because I was driving myself wild with my desire for Brady paired with my need to keep him at arm’slength. Someone tell me again why I thought it would be a good idea to have a one-night stand. People had them every day without getting a positive symbol, butIhad a one-night stand andbam, knocked up.

He shook his head and grabbed the hem of my shirt, bringing it down to cover me. “You know, under any other circumstance, I’d be taking these clothes off you.”

“Too bad we don’t have that kind of relationship.”

“And what kind of relationship would that be?”

“The kind where you and I have feelings for one another.”

“Oh, I have feelings for you, all right.”

“Sexual ones don’t count.”

He didn’t get to respond because the doctor came in. Walking back around to stand at the side of me, Brady whispered in my ear, “If I had it my way, that wouldn’t have been gel on you.”

I shifted uncomfortably and greeted the doctor, inching forward to dangle my feet over the edge. “How have you been doing?” the doctor asked, but all I could think about was what Brady had said to me.

His mouth and the dirty things that came from it were going to be the death of me.

“Um,” I tried to find the words to answer my doctor.

With a cocky grin on his smug-ass face, Brady answered, “What Allegra’s trying to say is we’re good, just want to find out the gender of our baby.”

I nodded slowly. “Right, yep, what he said.”Real good, Allegra, lose the ability to speak.That was all Brady needed, to know that I was flustered by his words.

“Good, I’m glad to hear it,” the doctor responded. “So, let’s pull it up here, shall we?”

I mindlessly began fussing, wringing my hands together in my lap. The anticipation was killing me, but I wasn’t entirelysure why. I mean, all that mattered was that the baby was healthy, which they were. The technician had just confirmed that. So, at this point, whether it was a girl or boy was neither here nor there.

I supposed part of me hoped it was a girl. I knew more about them, for one. Having a boy, well, I would be totally out of my element. I wouldn’t know the first thing about what they were interested in or what to expect as they were growing up. I could do research and learn as I was going, but I felt like I’d always be at a disadvantage. I’d have Brady, and he’d know, obviously, but what about me?

Even if we did have a girl, I doubted she would even be able to connect with me. It was one thing to be close with my niece, but my own daughter? She would grow up to hate me and how different I was, just like her father would. See, this was exactly what I didn’t want. Would I have to hide myself from my own kid? I wouldn’t know how to tell themMommy has a psychic. Would you like to meet her one day?Or better yetdon’t worry about never having met your grandmother because you can talk to her. She’ll still be part of your life, my medium will introduce you.I didn’t think it was weird. I thought it all made sense and I wanted to share that with my child, but would they want to hear it? Would they believe in the same things I did? Not that it was a necessity. The only necessity was not hating me.

Brady didn’t even want to hear his daily horoscope. I’d always offered to be kind, but he probably thought I was ridiculous. He had the hots for me, and we were roommates, so there was a reason he stuck around. But it wasn’t like he’d signed up to wake up every morning, turn over, and find out what his sign predicted the day was going to be like.

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