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Then, I feel his fingers start to sift through my hair, and it’s so damn relaxing that I almost purr.

“Missy…” His voice is quiet, almost a whisper. “I really am sorry about how I acted after we slept together and that night at Zeus’s birthday…”

I stiffen, not wanting to remember how I felt when I woke up in that room alone. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. I acted like a jealous dick at Zeus’s party. And the night we slept together…fuck, I’ve felt like shit about it ever since and now even more so, knowing that was when our baby was conceived. I shouldn’t have left like I did.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. But it’s done and in the past.” I don’t want to keep thinking about it because it just reminds me thathe doesn’t want me. That I’m having a baby with a man who doesn’t want me. Worse so because, even after all this, I still have feelings for him. Feeling my eyes getting watery again, I shut them and say, “Let’s just forget about it, yeah? We’ve got more important things to think about now.”

“Yeah”—he blows out a breath—“we do.”

NINETEEN

I’m sitting in the waiting area of the doctor’s office. Kaden is sitting beside me.

True to his word, Kaden took control and found a doctor for me. One of the best baby doctors New York has to offer. We haven’t told anyone else in my family yet. I wanted to see the doctor and get the full okay before we started informing people.

I’m nervous as hell. I can’t stop jiggling my legs.

I feel a strong hand grip my thigh, and my gaze swings to Kaden’s.

“Relax,” he tells me.

But now, I’m struggling to relax because that big hand of his—with those fingers that made me come—is gripping my thigh. I can feel the heat of his skin through my leggings, and that heat is quickly making its way to my clit.

I’m getting turned on at a doctor’s office. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Then, I realize that we’re still staring at one another and his hand isn’t leaving my thigh. He’s past the amount of respectabletime that it should have been there when he touched me to stop my leg from jiggling. And if I’m not mistaken, his eyes have darkened.

Is he turned on too?

“Artemis Kincaid?” a voice calls out.

I shoot up from my chair like I was scolded.

“Present!” I put my hand up like I’m in class and then want to smack myself in the face with that hand.

I hear a deep chuckle come from beside me, and the lady who called my name is looking at me like I’m a total idiot. Which I am. I mean, who the fuck yellspresentand puts their hand up when they’re in a doctor’s waiting room?

I’m blaming Kaden and his strong, warm hand on my thigh.

“This way, please.” She gestures down the hall for us to follow her.

I feel the touch of Kaden’s hand on my lower back, literally just above my ass, as we start to walk, and of course, my vagina pokes her head up and says hello. I speed up a little in the hope that his hand will fall away, but it doesn’t. He keeps pace with me, and his hand stays put, much to my body’s delight.

The woman opens the door, and we follow her inside the doctor’s office.

“Take a seat. Dr. Adams will be with you shortly.”

Leaving the room, she closes the door behind her, leaving Kaden and me alone.

I gingerly sit on one of the chairs across from the desk, and Kaden takes the one next to me.

We sit in silence while we wait for the doctor, and I don’t realize my leg is jiggling again. I feel that damn hand of his on it again, steadying it.

He says, “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

“You have to stop touching me,” I blurt out.

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