Page 223 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

I noticed my bodyguard calmly reading the magazine in the waiting area, acting nonchalant. Ha. Anyone could see his beady eyes tracking the movements of everyone who came by.

“Don’t forget what I said and call my office if you have any questions. I want to get your anaemia under control.” he advised with a brusqueness which seemed rife amongst some within the medical profession.

The bodyguard snapped to sudden attention and my gaze followed his. Striding into the waiting area with an apologetic look on his handsome face was my ex-husband.

“Traffic was murder,” Matt murmured as he stood next to me, his hand automatically rested on the small of my back.

I fought the flutter in my chest and edged away while he greeted my doctor. Completely flustered from his absent-minded touch, the back of my neck began to sweat. Thank goodness I wore my hair loose today.

“I didn’t miss the scan, did I?” Matt asked quickly.

“Yes, you did. We were just saying our goodbyes,” I murmured while smiling at Dr Nichols.

“Nonsense.” Matt brushed my words aside. “I’m sure we can have another scan done.” He stared expectantly at the doctor.

“Of course, Mr Bradley,” the smooth reply from Dr Nichols reminded me we were in Harley Street, London. The best of the best and catering to the wealthy. “If you don’t mind waiting-”

“I’m quite pressed for time.” Matt drawled. Never mind he was the late party.

I swallowed the urge to elbow him in the side and let my eyes do the talking. Giving me an innocent look, Matt once again rested his hand against my lower back as the doctor acquiesced to his request. Five minutes later the three of us were in a darkened room with me on my back and my top pushed up to my boobs as I valiantly tried to hide my slightly protruding belly button.

“What are you doing?” Matt asked and gave the doctor a polite smile as he waited for me to move my hand.

“I don’t want you seeing my belly button,” I groused. “It pokes out now and it’s weird.”

“Madison,” It was his bossy voice. “Stop being foolish. Come on, I can’t wait to see them.”

Begrudgingly I removed my hand. Matt was really excited, boyishly excited and again I fought the flutter. Dr Nichols squirted some gel on my abdomen for the second time in an hour and Matt grinned at me as the doctor began the scan.

Then he said, “I see what you mean, it really does stick out.”

“Shut up and watch the screen.” I croaked in embarrassment.

“Shouldn’t she be much bigger?” Matt asked the doctor.

“Matt,” I hissed. “Please.”

“As I mentioned in our initial meeting,” Matt continued without acknowledging my whispered complaint. “I’m a touch worried about her and the babies. She refuses to consider slowing down at work,” A tiny scowl tugged at his mouth. “And it’s physically draining.”

“It’s not.” I shot back. “Dr Nichols told me it was fine to continue dancing, as long as I don’t overdo it and stop speaking about me as if I’m not here.”

Matt narrowed his eyes. “Is that right, Dr Nichols?”

“Here we go,” Dr Nichols expertly dodged Matt’s burgeoning irritation by using the best tactic possible. “Baby…ah, yes, it’s the boy.”

Matt peered intently at the screen and the craziest thing happened, I swore he looked as if he was about to cry. I held my breath, hoping against hope he didn’t start bawling and humiliate me in front Dr Nichols.

“Do you see him?” Matt asked me eagerly, gaze still locked on the screen.

“I saw them before.” I reminded him.

“And your baby girl.” Dr Nichols moved the apparatus around my tummy to bring up another image on the screen.

Matt was staring in wonder and I let him have his moment.

“Look at them,” he said in very hushed tones as if fearful to disturb them. “Are they trying to touch hands? They are. Look, they’re trying to touch their hands together.”

I looked and nodded in agreement, although it looked more like a fist bump from my angle. Matt wouldn’t appreciate me saying that.

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