Page 71 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

“You’re supposed to be resting,” I reminded her.

“Come on, indulge the lady about to enter labor,” she pleaded, “Let me hear some Adam Hunt romance. We’ll call it…‘Paging Dr. Hunt!’”

“You’re delusional,” I rolled my eyes and focused on her scans.

I started to think about a lot of things…like my life before Crystal.

“She turned my world upside down,” I said, “She humiliated me, yet wanted to take me on like I was some sort of challenge. She reminded me why I took this job in the first place. My heart used to feel so empty, and my house seemed inhabitable. She gave me heart palpitations, a feat no other woman could pull off.” I paused and swallowed as I remembered her face when I had first kissed her, “She taught me a lot of things: guilt, new forms of pleasure, jealousy. Heck, she taught me how to ride a bike. Before now, I’ve been able to maintain a smile good enough for the cameras and people I encounter…but this is the first time a smile has come from my heart.”

I took a deep breath then exhaled, “So this is love, huh? It’s scary.”

Celine was quiet. I turned to look at her and her mouth was open and eyes full of surprise.

“What?” I frowned.

“Ah, there it is, the frown,” she let out a sigh of relief, “But still, whoever this woman is, she’s done the impossible.”

“Impossible?”

“She’s tamed the great Adam Hunt,” she replied with a smile as she placed both hands on her stomach, “I know a lot of women will be jealous.”

I didn’t say anything and just looked away. She was right.

Crystal had done the impossible.

“She has but…” I started to say.

“There’s no ‘buts.’ I’m not letting you walk away from your happiness, Adam,” she insisted.

I didn’t say anything. Life wasn’t that kind nor was it easy.

“You know what, I think I want to do the impossible as well,” She said, “The baby is coming.”

“I’ll call the team and get ready for the surgery,” I said as I got to my feet, but she held my hand.

“I… I want to deliver normally,” she said.

“But you’re too weak to push, and the pressure on your vagina…” I started to explain the complications involved.

“I know all that,” she said as she started wheezing, “But I need to prove to you that it isn’t too late to grasp your happiness.”

“Fine, but let me call the team…”

“No, stay. Take it as a request from an ex-girlfriend. You owe me for letting go of my hand that one time,” she said.

“You’re crazy,” I sighed as I gave up.

“Not as crazy as you,” she said and winced in pain.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said as I got her into position.

She was fighting for the impossible here and mostly for my sake. I sucked at gambling, but I put all my faith into this gamble. I still insisted on having a team nearby, and she agreed.

No anesthetics, no operation, just her stubbornness and weak body.

Moments like this when the patient had the right to do what they wanted against my wishes were the scariest.

I feared one of them was going to die…herself or the child.

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