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But Tristan has no idea what’s going on in my head. He can’t see the looming event that will change us both forever. He glances down at the results. His brows pull together, and then he raises his head. “Congratulations, Laurel. You’re pregnant.” He doesn’t sound thrilled for me, though.
I can’t breathe. My fingers tighten around the chair's arms.
His lips are moving, but I can’t hear the words coming out of his mouth. The room spirals faster. Pictures of babies, mixed with the images of an eye chart and something that looks like a degree, swirl through my vision. My heart is beating inside my ears. I sway forward.
“Whoa.” He drops the chart and reaches out to catch me, hopefully before I hit the floor.
CHAPTER 4
Tristan
To say I am stunned is an understatement. I never thought I’d see her again, so when I walked into the room and immediately recognized Laurel, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She’s as beautiful now as I remember from a few months ago. Though she looks like she could use a few hours of sleep.
Her long, dark hair is in a ponytail today, but I still dream of raking my fingers through it while she sleeps. I hated leaving her that morning. I wanted to spend the day with her, get to know her. She looked so innocent laying there, softly snoring in the early morning light, a faint redness on the tops of her cheeks, her lips a darker shade of pink.
I’m not one to fall into bed with every woman I buy a drink for. I really did intend to simply ensure she got home safely. But the minute our lips touched, it was like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I inhaled her. I can still remember the citrus scent of her shampoo and the light floral smell of the perfume she wore on her neck. If the Uber driver hadn’t honked the horn to see if I was returning to the car, I probably would have stripped her down to nothing on her front porch. By the display we were putting on, I’m guessing he decided I wasn’t going anywhere because other than the charge I saw come through on my credit card, I never saw him again.
When I left the following day, I only managed a brief tour of her house in Elliott Park, but I remember thinking my little apartment in Yonkers could fit inside her two-story home at least two times. Mind you, that’s typical for a resident. I spent more hours at the hospital or this clinic than at my apartment.
I’ve thought about her often since, admittedly more than a little disappointed that she never reached out. Now I know why, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of green. Laurel is a beautiful woman with somebody special in life that will undoubtedly be overjoyed they’re starting a family together. It was a one-night thing that she’d rather forget.Obviously, considering she hooked up with somebody else so quickly.
After confirming her pulse is normal, I take the opportunity to shamelessly check her out while she’s lying in my arms. Her face is slightly fuller, probably due to the pregnancy. Her breasts are fuller as well. I’m surprised she didn’t notice. Based on her reaction to the news, I’m guessing she didn’t know she was expecting.
Jealousy rages inside me. I hope the bastard realizes how lucky he is.
Her lashes flutter, and she blinks. Finally, I’m peering into those gorgeous green eyes thinking back to that night, how soft her skin was, how tight her pussy was clutching my cock as I pounded into her.
“Welcome back.”
“I’m sorry. I must have fainted.”
“You did, rather suddenly. Don’t move too quickly. Does anything hurt?”
I watch her mentally go through her various body parts, checking to see if she feels pain anywhere. “No. I don’t think so.”
“I caught you before you hit the floor. Now I want you to take a couple of deep breaths and then I’m going to help you stand.”
“You don’t need to. I’m fine.”
“Since I’m the doctor, I think we’ll follow my advice.” I get her into a sitting position and study her, watching closely for any signs of injury or another fainting spell. When I’m satisfied, I get up and take her hands and help her to her feet. “All good?” I hold on to ensure she’s steady. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
She nods.
“Okay, sit down and let’s go through this.” Reluctantly, I let her go. Once she’s settled in the chair again, I take my seat and open her chart.
“I take it you didn’t know you were pregnant?”
She shakes her head.
“Do you remember when you had your last period?”
She hesitates, glances at me, and shakes her head again.
“No worries. We can figure out how far along you are tonight, and confirm it with the ultrasound. How have you been feeling?”
My gaze is drawn to her mouth as she licks her lips, her pink tongue running slowly along her bottom lip and then the top. I can’t help but think about those lips wrapped around my dick.
Laurel clears her throat. “A few weeks, I guess. I’ve been sick.”