Page 110 of Sweetest Sin
“This is Dr. Drescher,” I tell her. “She’s one of the best OB-GYN’s in South Florida, and she’ll be confirming your pregnancy and making sure everything looks good.”
“No.” Peyton steps back and shakes her head. “No. This is not happening. I love you, but if you don’t let me out of this goddamn house, I’m going to scream it down.”
The doctor shuffles uncomfortably. “I can come back …”
“No,” Peyton says again. “You will not come back. We will go to you, like a normal couple. I’m assuming you have an office?”
The doctor nods.
“Great!” Peyton says. “We’ll meet you there.”
The doctor is torn between staying and going, so I nod at her, letting her know we’ll meet her at the office.
Once she’s gone, I step toward Peyton, who’s looking at me like she wants to murder me with her bare hands.
“Peaches—”
“No, Dominick!” she yells. “Don’t youPeachesme. This is insane. We are going to the doctor, and Damien is going back to school, and I am going back to work!”
She captures my face in her hands and looks up at me with her beautiful emerald eyes. “We are not going to live our lives like this anymore. I love that you want to keep us safe, but we’re not living. Please,” she begs.
My heart cracks in my chest because I hate the thought of her being upset, but I also want her to be alive.
“If something happened to you or our son …”
“I get it,” she chokes out. “I get it. I want nothing more than for all of us to be safe, but we’re not enjoying our life together. I want to go on dates with my fiancée, to take our son to the park and the movies and the museums. I want family trips and dinners out. I love our home and our life, but you’re making me resent it and you.”
Fuck, I know she’s right.
“Okay,” I tell her. “We’ll go to the doctor and then let the school know Damien will be returning next week. But, Peyton, you don’t go anywhere without guards and never in anyone else’s car.”
“Okay, thank you.” She kisses me and then pulls back. “Now, let’s go confirm this pregnancy.”
Since we didn’t wantto get Damien’s hopes up yet, Brielle stayed with him while we headed over to the doctor’s office.
Martha listened to me, and the day she was let out of the hospital, I moved her into a small cottage—of her choosing—on the water, where she can retire and spend the rest of her days relaxing. I also promised she was welcome to visit anytime she wanted.
Dr. Drescher had the morning blocked off for us, so her nurse takes us back. She gets Peyton’s blood pressure, has her give a urine sample, and collects some blood.
When she’s done, she leads us into a private room and gives Peyton a paper gown to put on, and then says she and the doctor will be back in a few minutes.
“How are you feeling?” I ask while she changes out of her clothes and puts on the gown that shows off her pert ass and sexy back.
“Okay,” she says, sitting back on the medical bed. “I haven’t really had any morning sickness, like I did with Damien, so that has me a little nervous.”
I walk over and take her hand in mine, bringing it up to my lips. “If you’re not pregnant and it’s a false alarm, if you want to get on birth control …”
She smiles warmly at me and palms my cheek. “I don’t want to get on birth control. Life is short and precious, and I want to have another baby with you. If it’s a false alarm, then we’ll keep having fun trying.”
The doctor knocks, and after Peyton says she’s dressed, she and the nurse come back in. While the nurse sets up a machine, the doctor asks Peyton questions, like when her last period was and how her last pregnancy went.
“The urine test came back positive,” the doctor says with a smile. “Based on your last period, you’re most likely not far enough along for an abdominal ultrasound, so we’re going to doa transvaginal one to confirm your pregnancy and try to get an estimated due date.”
Peyton lifts her legs onto the stirrups, and I try to ignore the fact that the woman is about to shove a decent-sized fake dick into my fiancée by focusing on her and the monitor.
A few moments later, the screen gets fuzzy, and then a small flutter appears, followed by a loud whooshing sound.
“Oh!” Peyton breathes. “That’s the heartbeat.”
