Page 53 of Consuming Logan

“Shut up and pass the trash can,” she said from the examination table.

It had been a silent night, but far from holy. How could he keep something as important as a baby? Was she being unreasonable? He hadn’t known about the pregnancy until the accident. For unknown reasons, Brooke had concealed her condition. According to Logan, the medical team had worked admirably to save the baby while Brooke remained comatose following the car accident.

Beside her, Logan pulled her hair to one side, while she dry-heaved into a circular can.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he choked out.

She gagged. “Now is not the time, Logan.”

“Let’s stop fighting. The baby would agree.”

Ava looked up from her puke basket, fixing Logan with a hard stare. “Did I not just say, not now.”

Logan scrubbed his fingers through his hair. Again, he’d managed to leave home without his sling. Normally, she would redress his injured hand, but they had an appointment with Franklin Xavier following her ultrasound.

“I heard you,” he complained.

She nodded. “Then you need to obey.”

“Ava,” he growled, warning. “You’re going to get your ass spanked.”

Dr. Jared Pierce picked that moment to appear. “Hey, folks. Wouldn’t want the baby’s doctor and a dear friend to hear another word about ass spanking.”

“Oh, Jared,” Ava smiled. “I love you for working us into your schedule on short notice. Logan has a follow-up with Dr. Pierre after this.” In his stark white lab coat, his dark hair and eyes looked more striking. His wife, Vivianne, had a sex therapist practice in the SCMC Women’s Health complex. Ava thought it interesting the practice had been reassigned under women’s health. Of course, men wouldn’t have issues with sexual dysfunction.

Logan mumbled something under his breath. “It’s unwise to tell another you love him in my presence, Ava mine.”

Jared cut them both a quizzical look. “Do I need to leave you two alone?” he asked, rolling the portable ultrasound machine closer.

“No,” they said in unison.

Ava wasn’t upset… not really. It was more disappointment that Logan hadn’t trusted her with his loss and pain.

“Better not say that again, Ava,” Jared raised a brow, while scrubbing his hands at the corner sink. “I heard something about feral fiancés losing it in the hospital.”

Ava cut a stoic Logan a glance. “I have a question about sex during pregnancy.”

Logan turned wide eyes on her. “Seriously, Ava?”

“What? He’s a doctor, Logan.” She smiled. A burst of red colored Logan’s cheeks and spread up to his forehead. Was he embarrassed?

Jared pretended to focus on his gloves, coughing to conceal his amusement. “Go ahead Ava. It’s common of a partner to defer to the expertise of her physician.”

“I am her expert in all things, Jared.”

Their friend held up both hands in mock surrender. “No argument here. Just trying to answer my patient’s questions.”

“As my pregnancy advances, should we be concerned about our sexual frequency, toys, or soft restraints?” Ava was so out of her comfort zones, but the health and well-being of her baby came before her insecurities.

Jared appeared non-plussed by her question. “Contractions and pre-term labor are always a concern, but pregnancy shouldn’t interfere with an active sex life.”

“It won’t,” Logan interrupted.

“Fabric bonds, not ropes are fine. Monitor your body more closely for fatigue or stress during strenuous foreplay. As always, communication with your partner is critical. If there’s no cramping, spotting, or bleeding, I say continue with your normal sexual routine.”

Jared looked pointedly at her. “Any more questions for me?”

She looked at Logan. His narrowed-eye gaze promised that spanking he mentioned. Ava shrugged. “Nope.”