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When we get to the doctor, she glances up at me. “Are you going to stay out here?”

“I probably should.”

Her shoulders drop slightly, her face falls, and my chest constricts at the sight. “But you don’t have to. You could come in with me,” she whispers.

While I’ve been focused on taking care of her body, on making sure that her future is secure, I haven’t been thinking about how terrifying this is for her. She’s already mentioned it. She doesn’t know what comes next, didn’t plan for this, has no idea how to make it work in her head. My poor doll.

So I nod. “If you want me there, I’m there.”

“Thank you. You… you can just hold my hand if you want. You don’t have to look at anything else.”

Which is exactly what we do when we head into the room. I get called the father and Katie doesn’t argue with it. She squeezes my hand as they do a check and the woman tells her the baby is fine. It looks to be about five weeks along.

“We could do a photo now, but most wait until they hit the eight-week mark,” the woman says, looking between us.

I finally peek at the screen. This whole time I’ve been focused on Katie. I don’t see anything on the screen and when I squint, the woman points to something that doesn’t look like a baby to me at all.

My eyes flit to Katie. Emotions play across her face and she calms herself. “We’ll wait.”

The woman nods and says she’ll be waiting outside for us whenever we’re ready. I look at Katie as she starts to sit up. She adjusts her shirt and clears her throat. “So… it’s really there…”

“The baby is okay,” I sigh softly.

She blinks at me. “Did you think it wouldn’t be?”

I grit my teeth. I don’t want to tell her I was worried that Brad’s roughness might have hurt her, that it might have hurt the baby.

Katie stands in front of me and hugs me. I press my face against her breasts and rub her lower back with a slow exhale.

“I’m okay. The baby’s okay, and we’re okay,” she assures, kissing the top of my head.

I squeeze her closer and sigh. “All that stress.”

“I know.”

We stay like that for a moment before I collect myself. I didn’t realize how worried I was until now. It all hit me as the relief set in. I stand up and kiss the top of her head. “Let’s head home.”

She blinks at me. We’ve gotten into the habit of not telling each other what we think, what we feel, and I hate it. At the same time, there’s so much going on that I don’t feel like either of us are in a place to share.

“I miss you chasing me,” she finally whispers as I pull into the driveway.

“Yeah?”

“I miss feeling you, Carter. I want you and… and I’m not broken or anything. I’m plenty worried, but when has that stopped us?” she asks. “And it helps with worrying.”

“What do you want then, doll?” I tease and watch as a slight blush paints her cheeks.

“You,” she breathes and my cock twitches in my pants.

I lean closer, unbuckle her, and pull her across the seat. She squeals and melts against me.

“No more secrets,” I whisper, and she nods.

My hand wraps around her neck and I nudge her closer. My lips crash on hers as my cock is nestled against her covered pussy.

She grinds down as our tongues tangle and tease, flicking, stroking. Fuck, she tastes good. I tug on her skirt. “My sweet doll, my good girl.”

“Yes,” she moans.

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