Page 48 of Wild For You
He or she wasn’t my baby, but I was ready to tell the world.
Because Kelsey was beginnin to mean more to me than I ever thought possible as each day passed. A single kiss and I was a pawn in her hand, ready for her next move. And the sweet little thing had no idea.
I followed behind Kelsey, using a single crutch to take the weight off my knee. It had been almost a month since the accident at the rodeo, and I was itching to get fully back on my feet. And back on a horse. I didn’t feel like myself without the rodeo. But as I held the door to the clinic open for Kelsey, and she smiled up at me warmly, I couldn’t help but consider that maybe my priorities were changing.
Except I had no idea if she would still leave when I was healed. We hadn’t talked about it, and I almost feared her response.
Because I’d already decided—Kelsey and this baby were mine.
We took the elevator to the second floor, and once the doors opened, we saw where a few women waited in line at the reception desk.
“I’ll get checked in if you want to sit down,” Kelsey suggested as a couple of the women turned around, eyed her, and then eyed me with heated stares. They weren’t even trying to hide their nosiness or ogling, and for the first time, being eyed that way made me… angry.
“Sure, sweetheart,” I said, and I leaned down and kissed her thoroughly, prolonging the kiss just to show the other women they didn’t stand a chance next to my girl, then walked away, leaving a shocked look on Kelsey’s face. I didn’t bother checking the others’ reactions. Hers was the only one that mattered to me.
Ten minutes later, she joined me in the waiting area, a smug smile on her lips, as she whispered, “Showing off?”
“Always.” I grinned up at her, then winked as she sat beside me.
Many of the people scrolled through their phones or read a magazine while they waited to be called back. Some even eyed us over their timewaster of choice. But we spent the time chatting about the farm and what I planned to do in the spring. She’d joined me at the farm yesterday, and instead of just sitting on the back deck sipping lemonade, she joined me as I checked over the property. Nash drove us in the four-seater UTV, and Kelsey smiled theentiretime.
I introduced her to Thunderbolt, who became instantly smitten with Kelsey when she snuck the horse a few sugar cubes.
The saying “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” apparently crossed species.
Mom cooked us dinner—my request of her chicken alfredo, since it was delicious and because I thought it’d be light enough on Kelsey’s stomach—and demanded that since I was out and about now, we needed to attend the Sunday familydinners. I wasn’t sure Kelsey was ready for that crowd yet, but she accepted the invitation and narrowed her eyes at me when I tried to decline.
Kelsey seemed at home on the farm, more than I did when I first decided to come back, relieve Aspen, and take over running things.
“I love your mom,” Kelsey said as another couple was called back to an exam room. This couple were clearly expecting a child any day now, as the woman struggled to walk, wincing with each step.
“I know she feels the same about you.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
“I’m so envious of your family. You have no idea how lucky you are, Andrew.”
Leaning toward her, I let my nose brush against the shell of her ear, as I whispered, “I know that I’m lucky I get to takeyouhome later.”
Her cheeks flushed as she tilted her head down. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm…” I purred, letting my whiskers tease her soft flesh.
“Andrew,” she whimpered, and I was suddenly regretting my choices as my cock pushed against the zipper of my jeans.
Thankfully, I had time to readjust, just before the door opened once again.
“Ms. Davis?” a gentle voice called out. Kelsey nearly jumped out of her chair when her name was called, and I chuckled under my breath as I stood.
“Follow me, please.”
We were led back to a room with two large screens and an ultrasound machine. I’d been reading up on what would happen at this appointment since she took the pregnancy test. I vaguely remembered going with Mom on the special occasions when we’d find out if I was having another sister or if I’d get a brother that time. They all seemed to think I’d be sad each time the result was the same—a little girl—but really, I loved being the only boy.
Suddenly, a memory unlocked.
Nash sitting me down after we found out we were having Autumn—a baby sister for me, and his very first daughter.
