Page 65 of The Baby Twist
“Here’s some more water for you,” Melissa said as she set the cup on my tray.
“I take it someone’s in labor?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, honey. Try not to listen or let it bother you. Everyone is different. Your labor might be nothing at all. By the way, that man of yours is very sexy.” She grinned.
“He is, but he’s not my man. We’re just friends who are having a baby.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Okay. Keep telling yourselves that.” She smirked. “You should listen to this podcast we’ve all been listening to. I was the nurse to this patient last week, and she was listening to it. It’s called?—”
“Let me guess. Baby Drama?”
“Yes! You’ve heard—oh my God. Wait. Jenna Larson. J. Elle. You’re J. Elle?!” Her eyes widened.
“Shh.” I brought my finger up to my lips.
“Girl, you’re like a celebrity around here! And he’s the ‘friend with benefits?’”
“Yeah.” I bit down on my bottom lip.
Suddenly her phone rang, and when she looked at it, she had to leave. “We’ll talk more about this later.” She grinned as she walked out.
I couldn’t believe it was taking Lucas so long to get back. I only needed a few things, and I told him exactly where they were. Another thirty minutes passed, and he finally walked into the room carrying a large glass vase filled with pink and red roses.
“These are for you.” He smiled as he set them down.
“They’re beautiful. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to. The red roses are for you, and the pink are for our daughter.”
He went to kiss my forehead, and I stopped him with my hand and pointed to my lips.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I’m positive.” I smiled.
He softly brushed his lips against mine.
“Thank you. I love them.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll just set your things over here.”
“I was getting worried. What took you so long?”
“There was a small problem.”
“What problem?” I narrowed my eye at him.
“Listen, Jenna. When you leave here tomorrow, you’ll stay with me in the penthouse.”
“Why?”
“Two reasons. The first reason is so I can keep an eye on you, and the second reason is there’s a huge hole in the living room ceiling in the apartment, and you can’t stay there.”
“WHAT!” I shouted.
“Calm down.” I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Apparently, the hot water tank in the apartment above you broke, and the guy has been out of town the last month, so no one knew. The water has been sitting there for—well, we don’t know how long. But it’s been long enough to damage the ceiling and create a huge hole and mess.” He sighed.
“Oh my God, Lucas. My things.”
