Page 68 of It Must Be Fate

“Give me a few more minutes.”

Doctor Miller is settled at the monitor. She rolls up Bellamy’s shirt to just beneath her bra, revealing the pregnant belly I can’t get enough of. I reach out and rub it, groaning when my fingers make contact with her skin.

Topping the list of things that feel like they should be illegal, but aren’t, is having a rock hard cock in a hospital.

Bellamy usually only needs to blink in my direction for that to happen, but her pregnant belly is something else. There won’t be any going down for my cock until she can do something about it. I glance up at her.

“None of that now. That look is exactly what got us in this situation,” Bellamy says with a small smile.

“It’s your fault, sweetheart. If you weren’t so goddamn beautiful, maybe I could keep my hands to myself.”

Doctor Miller grins to herself and squirts gel onto Bellamy’s stomach.

“Rhodes, are you excited to be a big brother again?” she asks.

“The real question is are you excited to have a little sister?” I correct, leaning over to look at my son’s face. “What do you think?”

I’ve been working on this question with him for weeks, so he’s well trained when he looks into my eyes and answers, “Little sister!”

Fuck, being a dad is fun.

“Rogue!” Bellamy says, aghast. “I’m going to K—I—L—L you for that.”

I smirk. “How are you going to continue threatening me when he’s old enough to know how to spell?”

“By then I’ll have evolved from threats to committing the actual act itself if you continue corrupting our son this way.”

Doctor Miller chokes out a laugh.

“Don’t worry Doc, this is our version of foreplay.”

My cock twitches, agreeing with my statement.

She nods, looking dutifully at the monitor and avoiding eye contact as she moves the wand over Bellamy’s stomach.

“Are you ready to find out?”

I reach over and grab Bellamy’s hand, squeezing it in my own. My thumb rubs intimate circles over the skin on the back of her hand.

“We are,” she says.

“Rhodes?”

“I am!”

“Alright, it’s a… drumroll, please…” she says, drawing out the torture of not knowing. “Boy!”

Hope pops in my chest like a balloon and dies a quick death. I make a disgusted sound, followed by a groan.

“Fuck off.”

“Rogue!”

“What? I’m happy,” I answer, not managing much excitement in my tone.

And I am happy to have another son. Being a father to my boys has been the best part of the last few years. But ever since that day when I first learned Bellamy was pregnant, I’ve wanted a daughter.

That little bunny I brought home taunts me from the mantle of our newest baby room. It’s desperate for a home and I’m desperate to give it one, but I’ll have to move it out of this one like I have the last two.

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