Page 123 of Doctor I Do

“Fine, you got me. I ordered delivery.”

“That’s still thoughtful, thank you.” As I look at the array of food, my mouth salivates. “Looks like we have a bit of everything.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t decide on what to get, so figured I’ll get everything.”

“Maybe he’s growing.”

“It might be a she…”

“It might. I wish we could find out.”

She shakes her head. “Nope. I want a surprise.”

“We didn’t have a surprise with Elsie,” I mumble.

The sound of the monitor goes, letting us know our little blonde angel is awake.

“I’ve got it,” I jump up, leaving Tahlia laughing to herself.

I walk into her nursery, finding Elsie talking loudly to her hanging mobile. She notices me over the side of her cot and she kicks her feet. I smile at her messy short hair from the night's sleep. It’s grown patchy and in the cutest mullet style. It’s damn adorable.

“How’s my baby feeling?” I coo as I pick her up and lay her down on the changing room table. I take her out of her sleeper and change her diaper.

Elsie’s eyes are a darker green, and they remind me so much of her mom. She’s a gentle and quiet soul. Not like other babies. Well, I only have Ethan to compare to, but he’s now two years old, with the funniest temperament. He’s like a little Mike, with the same scowl set between his brows. It’s hilarious.

Except when I tickle her, she becomes loud. I rub her ribs gently to tickle and the sound out of her mouth has me smiling brightly down at her. I love her laugh as much as I love her mom’s.

“Are you ready to go stay at gramps and grams for the night?” I ask.

Elsie smiles happily with no care in the world. Her rosy cheeks from her laughing make me want to cuddle her.

I swoop her up in my arms, and it’s funny how much I’m wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn’t even know it. Her mom owns me and she does too.

After hanging out with my whole family and leaving Elsie there, I drive Tahlia and me home. Parking the car, we step out and make our way to the door. I’m ready to spend some time alone with her before our second baby arrives.

“Sorry, what did you say?” She blinks rapidly, meeting my gaze.

“Are you okay?” I ask louder.

Her face softens. “Yeah, just tired.”

“Too tired for that shoulder massage?” I ask her. Having my hands on her is always a risk, because I get visions of touching her intimately. Stroking her breasts and down to her sweetness between her thighs. I shake my head, needing to clear the dirty thoughts before an erection tents my pants.

“Never,” she says back with a half-amused smile.

“I thought so.” I wink, happy she is lighter now.

I open the door, and she brushes past me.

“I’ll go put my sweats on,” she calls out over her shoulder, practically racing through the house and skipping every second step.

The door closes behind me, and I flick the lock. Her dressed up is one thing, but there’s something uber-sexy about Tahlia dressed down. Her natural freckles, tousled messy hair, and sweats are my kryptonite.

Moving through the house, I flick on the TV and scroll to find our show. I’ve been forced to watch with her, but it’s not half bad. I’m just keeping that secret to myself. Otherwise, after this season, she may expect me to endure more. The reason I watch it is to be with her.

I pause the show and walk into the kitchen. Her light footsteps sound down the stairs, and as I finish grabbing us a bottle of water, I smile to myself as she’s clearly looking for the remote. I hit play and her face lifts. Her eyes meet mine. I come to a halt in front of her. She straightens and grabs the bottle from my outstretched hand.

“Thanks,” she says and takes a seat, unscrewing the lid and taking a sip.

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