Meagan’s body lifted off the bed as she cried out my name over and over.
When she begged me to stop, I pulled away and sat back against my feet as I watched her chest heave up and down while she tried to regain her normal breathing pattern.
My eyes caught sight of the orange muffin lying next to her on the bed. Dropping back down, I kissed all over her stomach as her hands pushed through my hair. Moving up, I gave each nipple attention before I moved up to her mouth. Stopping, I smiled when she smiled up at me.
“So. Much. Better. Than. The. Muffin,” she whispered between heavy breaths. I kissed her nose as I reached for the half-eaten muffin and pushed it into my mouth and began chewing.
Holy fucking shit. Damn that thing is good.
Meagan wore a grin from ear to ear as she watched me eat the muffin. With a moan, I rolled my eyes and said, “Almost as good as an orgasm but not quite there.”
Laughing, she hit my chest as I fell over and pulled her on top of me. “You about ready?” I asked as her eyes glassed over.
“Yes. Are you nervous?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m excited though.”
“Me too!” Meagan said as she jumped up and headed into the bathroom.
“I think we have time for a little more fun, if you’re . . .” Glancing down to my dick, she licked her lips and purred, “Up for it.”
Moving as fast as I possibly could, I joined Meagan in the shower where she successfully proved that the orange muffin was for sure a far second to an orgasm.
Meagan sat on the end of the table and swung her legs as she nervously twisted her hands together.
“Wow. Did you know during labor and delivery, it’s not that uncommon for the cord to get stretched or compressed, which could lead to a brief drop in the fetal heart rate?”
Meagan stared at me with a blank expression. Shrugging, I turned back to what I was reading. “Wow, induced labors are twice as likely to end in a C-section.”
Meagan sighed as I kept on. “Only one in ten women’s water actually breaks before labor begins.”
“That’s great, but what are you reading?”
“Facts about childbirth,” I said to Meagan as if she should know.
“Holy shit! The heaviest baby ever born weighed twenty-two pounds!” I said with a laugh.
“You can stop reading now,” Meagan said.
“Your sense of taste and smell will get sharper, but your feet are also gonna get bigger.” Glancing back at her, I pouted. “Sorry, baby.”
“Gray. Stop.”
“Only five percent of—”
“Grayson!”
Spinning around, I looked at Meagan and boy did she look pissed. “You want me to stop reading?”
Giving me a look like I was stupid, she nodded and said, “Yes. Please!”
I wasn’t sure what to do with my nervous energy. What if something was wrong with the baby? What if when that motherfucker punched Meagan in the stomach, he did damage?
Meagan was now chewing on her thumbnail and swinging her legs harder. Walking up to her, I pulled her hand from her mouth and kissed her lightly on the lips. “It’s all going to be okay, baby. I promise.”
“What if . . . what if when Bob . . .” Her voice cut off as she sucked in a deep breath.
“No. Don’t even think that way. You heard what the doctors said, the baby was very protected and everything seemed to be normal.”
“Seemed to be are the keywords there.”
The knock on the door caused us both to turn and look.
A fairly younger woman walked in holding a laptop.
“Meagan Atwood?”
“Um, yep that’s me.”
She turned and looked at me with a genuine smile. This must be another nurse.
“Mr. Atwood?”
With a nervous chuckle, I said, “No. Mr. Bennett, fiancé.”
With a wink, she nodded and made a note on the laptop.
Looking back up, she glanced between the two of us and smiled bigger. “Let me tell you a little about me before we get started. My name is Hope Johnson. My father retired recently and I’ve taken over his practice. He still does consulting work for the office, but pretty much he spends his days fishing.”
Meagan laughed. “He delivered every one of my best friends pretty much!”
Dr. Johnson smiled. “I hear that a lot. He was an amazing doctor and an even more amazing father.”
“Wait, you’re the doctor?” I asked.
Dr. Johnson smiled. “I sure am.”
“How old are you?” I asked as Meagan pinched my arm.
Dr. Johnson chuckled. “I’m thirty-two. And I have two children of my own. My husband is a chemical engineer and we both met at the University of Texas.”
She lifted her brow as if waiting for me to respond. “Wow. And you’ve done this before?”
“Grayson!” Meagan said.
Laughing, Dr. Johnson said, “Yes, Mr. Bennett. I’ve done this lots of times.”
I pulled in a deep breath and blew it out. “Sorry. I guess I’m just nervous.”