*
Following her instructions, I take Nate and plop down on one of the hard chairs in the waiting room. Jesus Christ, these things must be made for women or extremely small men. Adjusting Nate to make sure I can at least keep him happy and silent for the moment, I dig my phone out to send a quick text to Izzy to let her know we are here. Nate once again decides my tags make the best teething toys. Izzy can kick my ass, but there is no way in hell I will take those from him now that he is happy. Hell no.
Thirty minutes later and a soaked shirt, tags, and Nate, someone calls his name. “Nate Reid?” I hear the voice off to the side. Looking up, it’s now my turn to swallow my tongue. Holy shit. It’s been a while since just by looking at a woman knocked me on my ass. This is no ordinary woman. No, this woman screamed sex.
Her hot pink scrubs mold to her body as though custom made just for her. Maybe a good six inches under my six-foot-three, with legs so attractive that even her horrible uniform can’t hide it, and tits . . . fuck me, those tits, huge. I have to force my tongue from darting out to lick my lips. Once I can finally remove my gawking eyes from her chest, I look up and meet the high arch of one dark brow and mocking blue eyes. Shit.
“Mr. Reid?” Damn, even her voice is sexy as hell. Low, raspy and even my dick takes notice.
I clear my throat before trusting myself to speak. “Cage.”
“What?” Huh? Damn . . . what did I just say? Cage. Smooth, real smooth.
“Not Mr. Reid. I’m the uncle, Greg Cage.” I feel like the teenage boy that just got his first boner for his best friend’s mom. Could this get more awkward?
“Alright, Uncle Greg Cage, and how is this little guy today?”
I go to answer her, but before I can get the words out, Nate makes an odd sound deep in his throat. I register Nurse Wet Dream’s gasp, and I step back right before Nate covers my whole body with his vomit. Way to help a man out, Nate.
*
After a ridiculously long and very uncomfortable doctor’s visit, Nate is finally ready to leave. Izzy is going to freak. Double ear infection. The doctor explained that’s the reason Nate so lovingly decided to cover me in his baby barf. And to make matters worse, I had to help hold the little guy down while the nurse stabbed his chunky little thigh with an antibiotic shot. I haven’t seen the sexy as sin nurse since the doctor handed me Nate’s prescriptions and walked off. I don’t even realized that I don’t know her name until I am walking Nate and his puke back out to the car. Well, Nate isn’t rocking the foul smelling shit anymore.
Deciding it’s best not let Izzy know just how sick Nate is, I drive down to the office to pass the little guy off to his father so that I can go home and shower. At least this way, if Sway comes out to attack me, I can protect myself with the shield of baby throw up.
“Ohhhhh!” I hear squealing like a damn pig before I can even climb out of Izzy’s car. It’s laughable that I think I might be able to avoid Sway. I swear that man never works, just sits by the window, and waits for someone from Corps to walk past or drive up.
“Gregory, get your fine ass over—THE BABY!” And now, I have Sway in all his glory running towards the car. How a man as round as him can run on four-inch heels without busting his ass is beyond me.
“No, Sway. Calm your ass down right now.”
“Gregory, why are you all wet?” He pants, stopping as close as he can get without crawling into my body. I take a step back and shift Nate in my arms. Away from the deranged man.
“Would you please stop calling me Gregory? You sound like my damn mother.” Sway reaches out, again, to take Nate from me. “No, Sway. Not today.”
“But, Gregory!” He gasps and holds his beefy hand to his chest. Jesus.
“Got to run, Sway. You want to visit with the baby, then go attack Ax.” I can hear Sway clicking behind me across the parking lot. This man, woman, whatever the fuck . . . I might give him a hard time but he is hilarious. “See you around, Dilbert!”
Walking into the office never fails to give me a massive sense of pride. Pride in myself, and pride in my boys. Before joining forces with Axel and the guys, I was doing pretty fucking hot by myself, but the more clients I picked up, the more overwhelming things got. Plus, that was when Izzy was going through so much shit . . . I just couldn’t afford to be away that much. She needed me, and I will never fail another woman I love again.
Izzy and I have the best friendship. A lot of people think it is crazy, me being so close with a chick, but Izzy isn’t just anyone to me. She is my blood . . . even when we aren’t really. She holds just as big of a piece of my heart as Grace once did.
Damn, I miss Gracie.
“Hey, Greg.” I hear a voice call softly from behind the reception desk.