Page 233 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I walked over to the table and hovered over her. She turned her head away from me, not allowing me to see those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
“Rosie, please look at me.”
“I can’t.” Her voice was filled with heartache.
“Love, please. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”
She sniffed and wiped at her face, just as there was another knock on the door, followed by the doctor entering the room.
“How are we today, Miss Bloom? Glad you were able to come back and get things checked out.”
“Yeah, sorry about last time.” She sniffed and straightened on the table. She glanced at me briefly, and in that one second, what I saw broke my heart.Defeat. My stomach churned and nerves hit my veins hard, sending chills of anguish through my body.
“Since we already know you’re pregnant, why don’t we get right to it and see how far along you are?”
The doctor turned on the ultrasound machine next to the bed and dimmed the lights in the room. I took the seat next to Rosie so I could observe everything.I just wanted to touch her. Hold her hand. Stroke her cheek. Anything.
I’d watched enough TV shows and movies with pregnant people in them to know the drill. They squirted gel on the belly, moved a wand over the skin, and a grainy image popped up on the screen. Even though it was familiar to me, sitting in front of it now, watching the doctor open Rosie’s robe slightly to apply the gel, it was surreal.
Within minutes, the doctor had the screen fired up and the wand on her stomach. A whopping beat echoed through the silent room, and a little bean showed up on the screen. The doctor pointed at it and said, “There’s your baby.”
In awe, I watched the flicker of a heartbeat and the little shape take form. My heart beat rapidly and the only thing I knew to do was link my fingers with Rosie’s. I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips. I placed a very gentle kiss on her knuckles, and held her hand close to me.
The doctor talked about the baby’s size and the heartbeat, and confirmed that she was in fact three months along, which meant Rosie and I must have conceived around the first time we had sex. What were the chances of that?
Well, according to Legacy, a point five percent chance. I guess we were the lucky ones.
The rest of the appointment was spent checking her body, asking her questions, and making sure she knew what vitamins she needed to take. But I didn’t pay attention to that—couldn’t—because in my hand was a strand of pictures . . . with my baby in them.Our baby.
My eyes misted with joy, and I didn’t care if the doctor saw me. This was the baby I created with Rosie, and it would be so fucking cherished. I would make sure of it.
“If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to call the office. We will see you in a few weeks, Miss Bloom. Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” Rosie answered softly as the doctor left.
Neither one of us moved right away. She lay flat on the table and I sat next to her, frozen in awe. She was due in six months. In six months, we would no longer be a couple—we’d be a family of three.
A family of fucking three.
I ran my hand through my hair and glanced at Rosie, but she was no longer on the table . . . she was behind the partition getting dressed. Not even thinking about privacy, since I’ve seen her naked and in more compromising positions than I could think, I walked to the divider and watched her.
“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” I asked, startling her.
Pants covered her bottom half, but she was still bare from the torso up. When she saw me, she quickly covered her breasts with her shirt. “What are you doing back here?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Rosie, why the hell are you covering up? I’ve seen you naked before.”
She didn’t answer me. She turned her back to me and continued to dress. Not liking the icy attitude, I pulled on her shoulders to turn her around. “Hey, why are you hiding from me?”
“Are you really that dense?” she snapped.
“Uh . . . I guess so. Please enlighten me.”
She yanked her shirt down so she was completely covered now. “Maybe because you are revolted by me.”
Ah, yes, our fight from last night. I’d so caught up in the baby I didn’t even remember we’d spent the night apart. How could I forget that? It was the worst night of my life.
Knowing I needed to be gentle, I tipped her chin so she was forced to meet my eyes. “Rosie, I’m not revolted by you, at all. I”—I looked around and let out a long breath—“I don’t want to do this here. Will you please go on a walk with me?”
