Page 20 of Shattered Love

“It’s not heavy. I can carry it.”

Shaking his head, placing his hand on my flat stomach. “You worry about carrying our baby. I’ve got the rest.”

I swear the shop assistant melts just as much as I do.

The weekend passes quickly, and we don’t do much, apart from taking Cooper for a walk.

Dominic is a protector by nature. I have always felt safe in his arms, like nothing could hurt me, but now his protector gene is working on overdrive. I’m not even sure how far gone I am—my stomach is still flat—but if he carries on this way, he’ll be dead of a heart attack by the time I am due to give birth!

I hope the doctor’s appointment will put him more at ease.

* * *

Dominic is waitingoutside the doctor’s office when I pull up. Opening my car door, he leans in and kisses me.

I grab his hair, deepening the kiss.

“Hey, my beautiful girl.”

I smile. “Hey, you.”

He grabs my hand and my bag with his free hand.

We walk into the doctor’s office, smiling like fools. Well, I am. Dominic’s lips lift at my excitement, but I can see in his eyes he’s just as excited.

“I’ve got an appointment with Doctor Walker at four.”

The receptionist looks past me to Dom, smiling like the cat that’s got the cream. “Officer Stone.”

He nods. “Cassie.”

The girl giggles like a love-sick fool. “I haven’t seen you at The Peacock for a while.”

Everyone in town knows that The Peacock is the strip club just outside of town. I turn my head to Dominic and raise my eyebrows.

“It’s okay, sweets. Officer Stone helps all the girls. Does it sting when you pee? I had chlamydia once.”

Dominic snorts.

I turn to him, glaring, before I look back at Cassie. “I’m not here for an STD. I’m pregnant!” I whisper yell.

Cassie’s eyes widen. “Aw, sweetie, you should know to always wrap it. Phil hates his girls knocked up.”

My eyes widen. Dominic’s chest moves up and down, finding this whole thing hilarious. Bastard!

“I’m not a damn stripper! I’m Avery Stone, Officer Stone’s wife!” I hiss like a cat.

Cassie blushes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know Officer Stone was married. He doesn’t seem the type.”

This stops Dominic’s laughter and his eyebrows pull in. “She’s mine.” He pulls me tight to his side, then holds up his wedding ring which he always wears. “I’m hers.”

We take a seat and Dominic smirks, looking at me.

“It’s not funny.” I try to hold back my grin.

His smile widens. “Told you. You’ve got a rocking body.”

I roll my eyes as I pick up a pregnancy magazine, flicking through it.

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