While I wasn’t exactly happy with her answer, I respected her backbone and dedication to her patients. “I can appreciate the spot that would put you in, so I’ll just stay here and make my demands to her.” I grinned when she exhaled with a huff.
She picked up a clipboard from the counter behind her and looked over the contents of the top sheet. “I don’t know why you’re going on about this right now anyway. Obviously, it would be pointless right now. She won’t need it again for another eight or so months. Are you going to spend her entire pregnancy convincing her to let you knock her up again right after your first kid? Because I don’t want you adding any undue stress on her.”
Too many emotions were crashing over me in heavy waves for me to breathe, much less form a sentence. Elation being the most prominent. Fucking, hell. I’d done it. My nena was pregnant with our child.
I was also a little pissed she’d kept her suspicions to herself and hadn’t tried to contact me. We were going to have a very frank talk about her habits of running and keeping secrets.
When my silence became a little awkward, she pushed her glasses up her nose and studied me. “You didn’t know.” It was a horrified statement, not a question. But I shook my head all the same.
“Okay, well. There you have it. If you want to ruin me, you’ve got all you need. I just broke doctor-patient confidentiality.”
“I don’t—I won’t—” I stopped and cleared my throat, but it was still raspy when I said. “I would like you to remain Allison’s doctor.”
She looked uncertain, and I lifted a brow. “Don’t fall on your sword, Dr. Frazier. That hurts your patients more than it hurts you.”
She considered my words for a moment, then nodded. “True. I won’t jeopardize their care.”
I cocked my head to the side as a thought hit me. “How do you know she’s pregnant? Isn’t that what this appointment is for? To confirm?”
“She couldn’t wait and came in during her lunch break and begged me to do a blood test. This appointment is to do an ultrasound and check the health of both of them.”
The door opened, and Harriet stuck her head in, her eyes immediately going to me and glaring. Damn, this woman clearly had a chip on her shoulder over the men in this family. “Allison is here. Should I take her to another room?”
I’d tolerated her hostility, but her suggestion was preposterous, and I let her know. “Absolutely not. Do you really think my fiancée wants to have her first ultrasound without the father present? If you want to dislike me, I don’t care unless it spills over onto my woman. So bring her the fuck in here, right now!”
Harriet looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth before tears welled up, and she went running from the room. “Manda mierda.”
“I expect you to apologize when we’re done here,” Dr. Frazier snapped coldly. I almost argued that Harriet had started it, but I was almost forty fucking years old. I did not pout or displace blame like a little kid.
Instead, I nodded obediently. “Yes, ma’am.” My answer and attitude seemed to thaw the ice around her a little.
The door opened again, and I held my breath in anticipation as Allison stepped through the entrance. She was practically glowing and even more beautiful than I remembered.
Again, the barrage of emotions held me in stasis. With no clear direction, I didn’t know what to do next. I wanted to kiss her, fuck her, scold her, spank her, scoop her up and run to someplace where I could lock us in permanently.
Then her whiskey eyes landed on me, and I knew exactly what I was going to do next. In one fluid motion, I stood, then prowled over to where she was standing and tugged her body into mine before crashing my mouth down over hers.
10
Diego
Allison sighed and melted into me, coming up on her toes and locking her arms around my neck. “Ali,” I groaned against her lips. It had been too fucking long since I’d had her in my arms. My heart was bursting with love, but my body was on fire, and all I could think about was finding a hard surface to support her so I could sink deep inside her.
I knew there was a bed of sorts, but the wall was closer, so I backed her up in that direction while my tongue tangled with hers. One of my hands slipped between us to pop the first button on her blouse—
“AHEM!” The loud clearing of a throat penetrated the haze of lust that had overcome me.
But even the doctor’s blatant reminder of where we were and that she was there, I continued to kiss her. It was less fierce but no less poignant. Finally, when I’d had my fill enough to let her go—for probably all of five minutes—I pulled back. Her lips were swollen and ripe, begging for more of my attention, but she was also pale, her dimples nowhere to be found. I forced myself to remember why we were at a doctor’s office instead of at home fucking like animals in heat.
“What—um, what are you doing here?” she stuttered.
Anger pushed to the surface, and my brow furrowed as my expression darkened. “We’ll talk about that after the doctor looks you over.”
She glanced at the doctor, then back at me before she bit her lip. Somehow, I knew she was contemplating how much I knew. I used my thumb to tug her lip out from between her teeth and rumbled, “Let’s make sure everything is alright with the baby”—I gave her a pointed look and crimson stained her cheeks and her dimples creased—”then we’ll go somewhere and talk.” And we would talk eventually, but first, I intended to make her scream in ecstasy while I fucked her like I hadn’t seen her in four damn weeks.
“The—um. You know about the baby?” she whispered.
I took her elbow and escorted her over to the exam table, responding in the same low tone, except mine was also smug. “I told you I knocked you up that night, nena.”
“Okay, lovebirds,” Dr. Frazier interrupted. “I’m going to do an exam, then you can go somewhere else to continue...whatever. I don’t want to know.”
I helped Allison onto the table then moved to stand beside her, keeping one of her hands clasped in both of mine.
Dr. Frazier grabbed something out of a cabinet and brought it over to give Allison. “I’d lecture you about safe sex, but obviously, it would be too late.” Allison blushed harder, and her eyes dropped to the ground. I was furious that anyone would make her feel bad about the time we’d spent together and the incredible things we’d done to each other.
“I’m teasing, Allison,” Dr. Frazier assured her with a soft smile. “If I were engaged to that”—she jerked her thumb in my direction—“I’d be pregnant too. Probably without even having sex.”
Allison giggled, then she shook her head. “Oh, we aren’t—”
“Maybe we’ll try it that way for the next one,” I interjected to keep her from saying anything about not being engaged.
She peeked up at me through her lashes, her mouth curved in a small frown and her eyes swirling with confusion. It wasn’t the time to talk about it, so I lifted her hand and kissed the back.
“Everything off from the waist down and put this on,” the doctor instructed my girl and gestured to the paper gown she’d handed her. Then she pointed at me. “No helping. I’ve been around that block with her parents and aunts and uncles way too many times.”
I grinned roguishly. “No promises.”
“Then you can go wait in the front.”
My smile dropped, and I felt properly chastised, prompting me to respond with another, “Yes, ma’am.”
Allison giggled again as the doctor left and shut the door behind her.
“Something amusing you, nena?”
“The way you were pouting was pretty funny,” she said with another giggle, trying to hide a smile, but the dimples gave it away.
I gasped dramatically. “I did not pout.”
She smiled in lieu of a reply and jumped off the table.
“Careful, nena,” I chided. “You’re pregnant.”
She rolled her eyes and sauntered over behind a curtain to change. “I’m not a porcelain doll that’s g
oing to break, Diego.”
I sat in my chair again to wait for her and glared, even though I knew she couldn’t see it. “You’ve got the perfect body for having my babies, Allison. But you are still small, and as I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’m a rather large man,” I grumbled.
She’d come around the corner as I finished, and I didn’t miss the way her eyes immediately strayed to my dick—who twitched happily at having her attention. Her cheeks sprinkled with pink, and she bit her lip as she hurried over to the exam table.
I jumped to my feet and grasped her tiny waist to lift her onto it. Then I rubbed my thumb over her top lip before using it to release the bottom one. “What have I told you about this lip, nena?” I asked huskily. I didn’t wait for an answer before lowering my head and nibbling her lip before sucking it into my mouth. Allison moaned, and I pressed her back, guiding her down onto the table.
“For the love of—do you people have any boundaries?” Dr. Frazier ranted. “Does this look like a hotel?”
I chuckled as I raised Allison back up and put a tiny kiss on her mouth before straightening. “There’s a bed,” I pointed out. For which I received a withering stare and a huff. She really knew how to make someone squirm. I dutifully returned to my seat while she set everything up.
Five minutes later, I sat in stunned silence as I listened to the rapid beat of our baby’s heart. Dr. Frazier pointed at a tiny dot, and if I hadn’t seen a boatload of ultrasound pictures from my siblings, I might not have believed her. “That is one good-looking black spot,” I teased as I gently squeezed Allison’s hand, which I’d kept tightly in mine. I was a little afraid to let her go.
She laughed and nodded, her beautiful eyes still glued to the screen. A tear leaked from the corner of her eye and trickled down her cheek where I caught it with my finger.
I was almost certain of the answer, but just in case, I asked anyway. “Are you happy?”
She laughed and sniffed as more tears trailed down her face. “This isn’t how I’d pictured it, but it’s still a dream come true.” Then she turned her head and tilted it back to look up at me. “I’m really glad you were here.”
Dr. Frazier snorted. “I should hope so. You’re doing all the work, so the least your fiancé can do is hold your hand through it all.”
Allison’s expression dimmed, and she sighed. “He’s not—”
I kissed her to cut off her sentence. “Me too,” I murmured against her lips. Then rubbed my nose over hers before standing tall again.
“You too?” she asked a little dazedly. I smirked, always happy to see her reaction to my touch.
“A dream for me too, nena,” I explained.
Instead of making her smile, I was thrown off by the way her lips curled down.
“Everything looks good,” Dr. Frazier chirped. “Here is the prescription for vitamins and other helpful information about pregnancy. I want to see you back in four weeks. You can make an appointment with Harriet after Tarzan apologizes.”
I winced, having forgotten about that unappealing task.
“Wait, I have a few questions.”
“Sure.”
“What kind of food should she avoid? I know what they told my mother, but that was twenty years ago, and things change.”
Dr. Frazier actually smiled at me for a change. “That’s a great question. There’s more information in the packet I gave Allison, but I always make a few additional suggestions.”
I peppered her with questions for a good half hour, and she patiently answered each one. Until the last one. Then she laughed for a good thirty seconds before she could breathe again.
“Wow, you lasted a whole lot longer than Thatcher. Sex was maybe his third question.” She rolled her eyes and snorted. “It was Justice’s first.” Turning on her stool, she opened a drawer and pulled out another stapled sheaf of papers. “For the most part, your sex life can remain as active and...vigorous as usual. As long as you avoid anything that will push hard on her belly. As she gets bigger, certain positions will start to become uncomfortable, and her size will hamper others. Let her body tell you what you should and shouldn’t be doing. If you’re concerned about recognizing the signs, though, this pamphlet explains it more in detail with some suggested benchmarks for things to avoid.”
I breathed a mental sigh of relief. After not having Allison for a month, I wasn’t sure I’d have the ability to leave her pussy for very long, much less let her leave the bedroom. I intended to make up for lost time. She might already be bred, but we could sure as fuck practice for the next one. Allison and I both wanted a big family, and I intended to keep her knocked up as often as possible.
“Thank you.” I shook Dr. Frazier’s hand and she gave me a smile that I hoped meant she liked me a little more than she had when we met.
Once she was gone. I helped Allison off the table and kissed her forehead. “Go get changed, nena,” I instructed. “I want to get you home so we can talk.”
11
Diego
It was another twenty minutes before Harriet had accepted my apology, Allison made her appointment, and we walked out into the humid New York heat. It was still early afternoon and wouldn’t begin to let up until the sun was down.
I was concerned about Allison dealing with this level of heat while pregnant. It was on the list of things to be mindful of. Yes, I’d already read the lists and committed them to memory while Allison was checking out.
As we walked to the curb, Derek exited the car and came around to open the back door. Allison tugged on my sleeve to get my attention, and I immediately stopped to see what she needed. “What is it, nena?”
She pointed down the street. “I only live a mile from here. I can walk.” Said like a true New Yorker. Damn, she was adorable. And so very wrong. Our home was in Lenox Hill, between Madison and 5th Ave, and we were currently in the East Village.
“Not in this heat, nena. And we’re not going to your parents' townhouse.” I ushered her into the car, ignoring her look of astonishment. “Home,” I told Derek before sliding into the car beside Allison.
“How do you know where I live? Wait, how did you know about my appointment...and where it was? How did you even know I was pregnant?” Her voice had escalated in volume until she shouted the last part.
“Ali, calm down,” I said in a soothing tone. I slid up the barrier between the back seat and the front of the car so we had some privacy. I knew I should address her questions, but I’d waited so fucking long to be alone with her. I gripped her hips and lifted her onto my lap so she was straddling me, then cupped the back of her head with one hand, while the other pressed on her lower back, bringing her close so there was no space between us. “I missed you so fucking much,” I groaned before guiding her lips to mine and kissing her as if I could get back the lost time.
Allison moaned and her hands glided up my chest to delve into my hair. Her tongue dipped into my mouth, and I grasped a handful of her honey curls to angle her head so I could deepen the kiss.
My cock was already on the verge of exploding, then Allison whimpered and rocked against me. I tore my mouth away and shoved her face against my chest as I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. “Shit. If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you in the back seat of this car.”
“Mmm.” The soft sound went straight to my dick. It tried even harder to burst through the zipper of my jeans, which was pretty fucking painful since I’d gone commando.
Allison seemed content to simply lay there, so I kissed the crown of her head and rubbed her back in gentle circles. After a few minutes, she rubbed her nose against my chest and mumbled, “I thought you were taking me home.”
“I am.”
“But”—she pointed out the window on the left side of the car—”that’s Central Park.”
“Relax, nena,” I murmured. “I’ll explain when we get there. Right now, I just want to hold you and savor having you in my arms again.” She fell silent, but I felt the residual tension in her muscles. �
��Para de morder ese labio,” I growled, remembering my vow in my fantasy. The number of spankings she’d earned was steadily growing.
Her head lifted and her brow was raised nearly to her hairline. “How did you… I hadn’t even done it yet.”
“I know you.”
Allison shook her head. “We had less than twenty-four hours together. We don’t know each other.”
I’d had much more time than that, but I wasn’t ready to share that information. Even with what I’d already known, I’d still learned a lot about her in that short time. And of all the things I’d discovered through my research, they weren’t the ones that convinced me Allison was mine.
“You bite your bottom lip when you’re nervous or stressed. You wrinkle your cute little nose when you’re thinking hard about something. You love your family and want one of your own. You love animals and the crowded streets of New York. Your favorite color is white, your favorite food is lobster rolls. You have a tender heart and are fiercely protective of those you love. You are unbelievably gorgeous when you come and look like an angel when you sleep. And best of all, you believe in a love so deep that two people become one. You are going to be an amazing wife and mother, nena. Shall I keep going?”
Allison’s jaw had gone slack as she stared up at me with wonder. “I can’t believe you remember all of that.”
“I remember everything you said, Ali.” I threaded a hand through her silky strands, then made a fist and held her head immobile. “I remember you saying you would still be there in the morning,” I growled.
She couldn’t move her head, so she lowered her gaze as a blush stole across her cheeks. “I know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“Sir.” Derek’s voice came over the intercom. “We’re here.”
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