Doctor's Surprise Delivery: A Secret Baby Romance

by K. C. Crowne

  “What’s your deal?” he asked. “The last time I saw you, you told me to screw off and get out of your life. How am I supposed to react when we’re together like this?”

  I had to admit, the jerk had a good point. It was just as difficult a situation for him to navigate as it was for me. I was the one who’d made the big proclamation. And that meant I had to be the one to offer the first terms of the peace treaty.

  Or I could tell him to fuck off now and forever, baby being born in the other room or not.

  When I’d woken up that morning, I sure as shit hadn’t imagined that later in the day, I’d end up in a hospital needing to make a now-or-never choice with the only man I’d ever loved.

  I couldn’t do it. As much as I wanted to tell him off, to make it clear whatever there had been between us, it was over, I couldn’t.

  With a deep breath, I started again. “Listen.” He kept his eyes on the phone. Overcome by a sudden wave of frustration, I reached over and snatched it out of his hand.

  “What the hell?” he asked. “Did you seriously just do that?”

  “I want to tell you something and you’re ignoring me like some…kid playing video games.”

  “Well, forgive me for wanting to keep to myself. Last time we talked, you told me to stay out of your life forever. Not really all that interested in revisiting that particular conversation.”

  “But that’s what I want to talk to you about. I want to…” Here comes the hard part. “I want to apologize.”

  Whatever interested he had in his phone was long gone. He stared at me for a beat before speaking. “You want to what?”

  I began to speak, but a smirk formed on his face. “You heard me, dumbass.”

  He laughed, waving his hands in front of himself. “Okay, screwing around is over. Tell me what’s on your mind.” He stuck out his hand and I put his phone back in it.

  “I…wanted to apologize. What I said about you pissing off and leaving me alone forever, I said it in the heat of the moment. It was out of line, and I shouldn’t have gone that far.”

  Relief settled over me as I spoke, as if I’d been carrying a heavy burden and just then had the chance to set it down.

  “But you have to understand where I was coming from. You came back into my life after what happened, you--” I lowered my voice, not wanting people to hear. “You sleep with me.”

  He raised a finger. “We slept with each other.”

  I tilted my head to the side, conceding the point. “Fine. It was mutual. Pretty…pretty damn mutual.”

  “And fun.” He grinned.

  “And fun.” No sense in denying it.

  I raised my finger while his was still up. He laughed, tapping my fingertip with his before pulling his hand back. And as crazy as it was, that little bit of touch was enough to send a wave of electricity through my body, as surely as if he’d grabbed me by the hips and kissed me.

  “Cut…cut it out,” I said, withdrawing my finger.

  He smirked, then nodded for me to go on.

  I cleared my throat and regained my composure. Gavin had a way of making me feel like a nervous high schooler.

  “Anyway, it was all so much. One minute we’re seeing each other for the first time after years,” I said, sighing. “I mean, the last I heard on the subject of Gavin Davenport was that you left me to run off and get married with the bitchiest bitch in high school who you knocked up.”

  He glanced away, the same strange reaction taking hold as the last time I’d brought up the subject of him and Mariah.

  “Then we’re in Vegas together.”

  “And it was a blast, right?” he interjected. “I mean, not even talking about the other stuff.” The emphasis made it obvious what the other stuff was. “You and me out on the town, hanging out like in high school. I had a ball. You can’t tell me you didn’t have fun, too.”

  There was something about the way he looked, the way he spoke, that turned me on like crazy. With the awkward tension melting away by the second, sexual tension quickly moved in to replace it.

  “I had fun,” I admitted, shifting in my seat to try to ignore the growing wetness in my pussy. “But that’s beside the point.”

  “No, I think it is the point,” he countered. “Years apart and as soon as we’re back together we’re having fun again, like no time had passed at all.”

  He was making his point well. And more than that, he wasn’t easing up. Instead of waiting for me to say my piece, he pounced, ready to make his case that we shouldn’t simply be on amicable terms but be more.

  And it was getting hard to tell him he was wrong for wanting it. Because there was no doubt in my mind that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

  “Sure, it was fun. But think about it – we got together and had fun, but the moment it became more than just two old friends hanging out, that’s when it got complicated. Don’t you think that’s a pretty damn big sign?

  “A sign of what?”

  “A sign that maybe friends are all we should be. I mean, think about it – your life is crazy, and so is mine. Wouldn’t it make so much more sense that instead of trying to fit a friends-with-benefits type of thing on top of two very busy lives, we left it at a friendship?” I paused briefly. “Think about it. We could still hang out, still spend time together. But there’s nothing messy or complicated about it.”

  He said nothing, taking a moment to process what I’d said. “You know what? You’re right.”

  “I am?”

  “You’re right. You’ve got your career, and I’ve got mine. I don’t have time to date, let alone try to add in a complicated relationship like what we have. If we could just keep it nice and simple, I think…I think I’d like that. I mean, I don’t even know what kind of relationship we’d even have.”

  I said nothing for a long moment, certain he was pulling my leg. “Are you serious?”

  “Totally serious. I mean, imagine if you and I tried some kind of casual thing. Sure, it’d be fun. We’d be screwing all the time, making love to each other like only we could. I mean, it’d be the insanely hot Vegas sex but, well, all the time.”

  I was shocked. I looked around quickly to make sure no one was within earshot. The few other people in the waiting area were far away from us, busy with their phones or conversation. And the staff was too pre-occupied with running the emergency room to care about our discussion.

  “What…” It was the only word I could manage to get out. And more than that, him talking that way caused an arousal in my body I didn’t want to admit to.

  “Imagine a situation like this. You and I are hanging out alone, waiting for Annie to have her kid. That means we’ve got time to kill. And what better way to kill time than to, you know.” He winked. “We could figure out a place to go where we could have some fun, come right back before anyone even knew we were gone. Imagine me and you in a supply closet or something, me pulling down your pants just enough to take you from behind, making you come hard.”

  I was stunned. Not only was I so wet I worried I might need to change my panties, but Gavin was being bold, ballsy as hell talking like this.

  Finally, I regained my composure. “Quit being a jackass,” I said, reaching over and swatting his arm.

  And, of course, when I swatted his upper arm, I touched him hard enough to make me aware of how solid and strong the muscles under his shirt were. The sensation made my heart skip a beat. I quickly snatched my hand away.

  He furrowed his brow, as if something had occurred to him. “Give me a sex. I mean, give me a sec.”

  Before I could chastise him for his corny-as-hell Freudian slip, he hopped out of his chair and went to the front desk. My eyes latched onto that perfect ass of his, my mouth watering as I imagined his perfect rear flexing and tensing with every step.

  He spoke to the nurse at the front desk, the two of them laughing about something. She was young and pretty and got that doe-eyed look I’d seen Gavin inspire in so many girls in high school. An
d the worst damn part was that I actually got jealous. I had no idea what he was talking about, if he was even going out of his way to flirt with the nurse. But seeing some cute girl hanging off his every word was enough to make my blood run hot.

  I was angry and aroused at the same time. Even after all these years, Gavin had the same effect on me.

  When he was done, he strolled back over, a smile on his face as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Over his shoulder I watched as the nurse quickly gathered the attention of the other women around her, gesturing to Gavin. Of course, they all swooned.

  “So!” he said, standing in front of me, his cock at eye level. “I talked to the helpful nurse over there. She said that all’s going well with Annie – looking like a normal, by-the-numbers birth.”

  Despite how steamed I was, a flash of relief and happiness ran through me at the news. “Good. Is that all you two chatted about?” The words came out in a way I could only describe as bitchy. My hand shot to my mouth, my eyes widening. “Sorry – not sure why I said that weird.”

  He laughed. “Don’t even know what you’re talking about. Anyway, she also hipped me to the cafeteria. She said that, believe it or not, the food isn’t half-bad. Want to head over there and grab a bite to eat?”

  My stomach rumbled, and I realized I was hungry. “Yeah, that actually sounds pretty good.”

  “And let me treat,” he insisted. “It’s the least I can do to celebrate our new, nice and platonic friendship.”

  The words sounded right, but the sly smirk on his face implied something completely different.

  “Fine.” I made my tone as stern as I could. “Food sounds good.”

  “Yeah,” he said, that cocky little smirk still on his sexy-as-fuck lips. “A little snack.”

  He stuck out his hand. I sighed, allowing myself a half-smile as I took it. It was a bad idea. A warm tingling rushed through me at his touch, starting between my thighs and spreading to my fingertips. But I took his hand anyway, and he helped me to my feet.

  “Come on,” he said once I stood next to him. “I’m starving.”

  We started off, and as we walked, I couldn’t help but notice the confidence with which he moved. It made sense – he was a doctor after all. The man was right at home in an emergency room. He strolled with a casual air about him, smiling to the nurses as we passed. They all swooned just as much as the ones at the front desk, of course, and against my better wishes I found myself boiling over with jealousy.

  How the hell did Gavin still have this kind of hold over me? I should’ve been over it; I should’ve matured past it. But it didn’t matter what I should’ve felt – I knew what I wanted.

  We turned the corner, and the hallway where we arrived less populated than the one we’d left.

  “Hold on,” he said, stopping near a door, the label supply closet on the wall next to it.

  “What?”

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he glanced over his shoulder, then ahead. And then he opened the door, a line of black appearing in the jamb.

  “What’re you doing?” I hissed, looking in every direction.

  He grinned. “What I’ve been thinking about since I first saw you today.”

  Before I had a chance to respond, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into the closet, shutting the door. I heard a click and low light filled the space. He loomed over me, a hungry, sexual heat in his eyes.

  I was shocked. My heart pounded in my chest, and more than that, I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life.

  He didn’t need me to tell him that.

  He never did.

  And then he kissed me.

  Gavin

  Gia sucked in a sharp gasp of breath as soon as I pulled my lips from hers.

  The light overhead was low, casting her gorgeous face in a soft, otherworldly glow. Her eyes were wide, her chest rising and falling as her breathing deepened.

  She was too stunned to speak, which was part of the plan. I wanted to take her by surprise, to give her something she wasn’t expecting.

  “What…what’s going on here?” she asked, her eyes searching as if for clues as she stepped back.

  “I think you know exactly what’s going on here.”

  I closed the distance between us, putting my hands on her hips and pulling her close. Her breasts smashed against my middle, the sensation of them pressed to me putting the image in my head of her on top, those perfect tits bouncing up and down as she rode me.

  Something about Gia scared me. I couldn’t control myself around her. She made me feel like a fucking animal. Also, she made me want to be tender with her too. I placed my hand on her chin and tilted her face up. She blinked slowly, waiting for my move.

  My lips touched hers again, and instead of Gia standing there frozen as a statue, she kissed me back. Her mouth opened slightly, enough for my tongue to glide over her lips, her sweet taste flooding my senses.

  I kept one hand on the small of her back, the other higher, my fingers weaved through her silky hair. She did the same, reaching around me and putting her hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. We kissed, our hands drifting here and there over one another’s bodies. Through the door I could hear the muffled sounds of the hospital – staff chatting in the hallway, carts moving past, announcements sounding over the PA. It reminded me that what we were doing was dangerous. It was wrong.

  But that only made it hotter.

  I moved one hand up her shirt, over the flat plane of her stomach, her skin warm and soft. The kissing intensified, became more passionate. We were reaching the point of no return, the line where if we crossed it, I’d be inside her in the middle of the hospital.

  I reached the border of her bra, inching my fingers under it and teasing the ripe flesh of her breast. The sensation of my touch on this sensitive skin caused her to gasp sharply. My other hand fell to the back of her thigh. I swooped her off the ground, wrapping her leg around my waist and pressing my steel-stiff cock against her pussy through her jeans.

  Standing straight, I took my lips from hers and stared into her eyes, watching the pleasure build and build on her heavenly features. She bit her lower lip, her eyes closed in a tight wince as I grinded against her.

  I wanted more. Knowing her perfect pussy, wet and ready, was so close to my cock drove me wild, made me want her more than I already did. My hand went to her ass, squeezing it firmly before I freed both hands to open the front of her jeans.

  “What the hell are we doing?” she moaned, throwing her head back as she traced the outline of my cock with her fingertips. “This is…fucking insane.”

  I didn’t respond, instead glancing around us. The closet was cramped, barely big enough for the two of us – more intended for someone to open and reach in to take out what they needed rather than step inside. The steel shelf behind her was packed with cleaning supplies, a mop leaned against the corner. An astringent, chemical smell laced through the air.

  I shook my head, turning my attention back to the gorgeous, horny-as-hell woman in front of me. My fingers worked on their own, undoing the button of her jeans and taking down the zipper enough to expose a tringle of the black panties she wore underneath.

  She arched her back, her hair cascading down like a waterfall. I inched her panties down a bit, exposing the top of the neatly trimmed hair above her pussy. The sight of her before me like that should’ve pushed me over the edge, turned me into a fucking werewolf, but the opposite happened.

  I backed off. I took one last breath, then removed my hands from her body. Gia stayed still for a moment, as if she wasn’t sure what was happening. Then she titled her head down and opened her eyes, an expression of surprise on her face.

  “You…you alright?” she asked.

  Her standing there in confusion, rather than arousal, snapped our surroundings into perfect clarity. We were in a fucking supply closet, musty and dingy and no place for a hook-up – especially with a woman like her.

  It was stra
nge. I’d screwed in some strange placed in my day but being with Gia made the idea of a clandestine hook-up like that seem…degrading.

  “I’m fine,” I said. I waved my hand around me. “This isn’t working for me.”

  “What isn’t?” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute – did you seriously pull me into a supply closet to fuck me, and now after teasing me to the brink of insanity you’re saying you’re just not into it?”

  “No-no-no,” I tried to assure her. “I don’t like the idea of having sex in a closet.”

  “Well, that sounds like something you should’ve thought about before pulling me into a closet to have sex,” she seethed.

  “How about this – we book it out of here, head back to my place, and finish what we’ve started.”

  Gia glanced down and to the side, and for a moment she appeared to seriously consider the idea. She bit her lip indecisively, and I could almost see the gears of her head turning. Though she seemed to be thinking it over, I knew what was happening was finished. The spell had been broken, and Gia rapidly came to her senses.

  She shook her head, confirming my thinking. “No. I…don’t want to.”

  All sorts of arguments popped into my heads, angles to try to get her to change her mind. Instead of anything brilliant, however, all that came out of my mouth were questions.

  “What? Why not?”

  She put her hands on her hips. “Because, Gavin, we’re inside a supply closet while my best friend is giving birth a hundred feet away in another room.”

  “There’s more to it than that,” I countered. “Otherwise we’d be flying out of here trying to get back to my place.”

  She sighed, as if she knew I had a good point but had been hoping not to have to get into it. “Listen…”

  For a moment, I was certain Gia was going to lay into me, tell me I was a jerk, a user, a guy incapable of not thinking with his dick. But she didn’t. Instead, an expression of vulnerability crossed her lovely features.

  “I can’t sleep with you again. In Vegas I got caught up, you know. I guess the city has a magic like that. But it can’t happen again.”