Page 20 of The Doctor

“I can do that.” I’ve barely sat up when the room starts to spin and my stomach rolls. Shooting up to my feet, I nearly collapse as my world starts to fade in and out. Kade’s large hand grabs me and helps steady my swaying body. “I’m going to be…” I clamp my mouth shut and run into the kitchen, knowing I won’t make it to the bathroom in time.

Since I barely have anything in my stomach, I stand at the sink and dry heave until I’m spent. I start to lean against the counter when one of Kade’s arms comes around me. “You really are in bad shape, Rainbow. Let’s get that medication in you, and we’ll discuss what I can do for you.”

Slumping against his side, I let out a big yawn. All I want to do is sleep and not feel gross. “I’m sorry I called you, but I didn’t know who else to call. I haven’t found a doctor yet.”

“Since it’s probably not wise for me to be your doctor, I’ll talk to Dr. Steele and see if he can work you in as a favor to me.”

Kade helps me over to the couch. “Why would you help me?”

“Because you deserve to have a good doctor, and I can’t be yours,” he smirks.

I roll my eyes. “Could your ego be any bigger?”

Leaning back, he spreads his legs wide. I can’t help but look at the bulge in his scrub pants. “Everything on me is bigger than average.”

“Please stop before I get sick because ofyou.”

“I’ll try,” he chuckles. Pulling out a package, he empties two pills out onto his hand. “Take these and see if they help with the nausea.” He stands, towering over me. He smells of cinnamon, just like the night I met him. “I’ll get you some water.”

Even feeling like one of those germ guys from the commercials, I can’t help but watch as he walks away. Do scrubs normally showcase doctors’ asses? His ass is high and round, and I’d love nothing more than to sink my teeth into it.

“Do you have your scrubs tailored for you?” I blurt out as he hands me a glass of water. To hide my embarrassment, I take the pills and slowly drink the entire glass of water.

“Nope, I get them at the same place as everyone else at the practice does.” He tilts his head to the side. “Why?”

I take all of him in. How his thighs stretch the fabric, and the arms stop at his biceps, making them look permanently flexed. “They seem to do unnatural things to your body.”

He gives me a smile like I’m crazy. “That’s just the hormones talking.”

“It’s not hormones. My eyes would still see the same, pregnant or not. My job is to be around beautiful people day in and day out. I know what I’m looking at,” I blurt out way more than I intended.

“About your job. You said your boss is out of town. Does that mean you won’t be working while she’s gone?”

“Not if I’m feeling like this,” I pull the blanket off the back of my couch and wrap it around me.

“Okay, but if you’re feeling better, would you work from here?” He looks around my sparse living room and kitchen, looking nonplussed.

“I can,” I give a half shrug. “I might go into the office one day if I begin to feel better, but mostly I just need to check emails and make sure there’s nothing Lexie has to attend to.”

“Did you call your mom?”

“Not yet,” I chew on the inside of my cheek as I stare at a stain on my floor. “I haven’t told my parents yet. They won’t take the news of me being pregnant… well.”

“Really? I thought they’re hippies.”

“Hippies?” I sit up and immediately regret it. Slowly, I lower back down. “What on earth would give you that idea?”

“Your name is Raine Storm. Who else names their kid that unless they’re a hippie?”

“Mine, I guess. Trust me, they are so far from being hippies. In fact, they’re incredibly conservative, and when they learn I’m pregnant and planning to keep this baby, and I’m going to raise it by myself while not coming home to do it, they’ll be something beyond disappointed.”

Just thinking about seeing my parents’ faces when I tell them has me tearing up.

“Hey, don’t cry,” he moves to sit in front of me and wraps an arm around me. “It probably won’t be as bad as you think it will. Maybe your parents will surprise you, and they’ll be happy you’re making them grandparents.”

“Maybe your parents are cool, but mine are not. I was the oops baby, the first of their mistakes. They’ve always expected me to be better, and so far, all I am is a big disappointment.”

Kade rubs my arm, frowning down at me. “You’re far from a disappointment. What if…” he looks down the short hallway to my bedroom.

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