Page 70 of Misery In Me

“Well, they could very well be a Valentine’s baby. First babies are notoriously late.” Doctor Nieto stands and holds her hand out to me. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon.” I take her hand and nod.

Gage interrupts. “So I’m deploying in thirteen days. Is there any way the ultrasound would be before that?” He gives her a pleading look, and at first I don’t think she is going to go for it.

“Wait here.”

The doctor leaves the room and I look over at him. “Really?”

“Hey, it’s gonna get us to see the baby faster. I mean, if me using the ‘I’m deploying’ gets us an ultrasound tomorrow, I’m totally cool with milking it.” Zoe fusses in his lap and I reach into the diaper bag and hand him her bottle.

“You’re horrible.” I chuckle as he cradles Zoe and begins to feed her.

“Last I checked, your pussy doesn’t think I’m horrible.”

“Gage!” I feel the heat flush my cheeks and my pussy. “Seriously.”

“I’m always serious about your pussy, baby.” He smirks, and the door opens back up and Doctor Nieto carts in an ultrasound machine.

“You can’t say a Doc never did anything for you, Gunny.” Gage’s mouth hangs open and then he nods enthusiastically.

“Thank you, fuck. Thank you so much.” His voice cracks and for a split second, I think he’s going to cry. But he just clears his throat.

“Okay, Alejandra,” she takes out a sheet and hands it to me. “I’m going to step out and I’ll have you take your bottoms and underwear off and then cover up. We’ll just do the internal probe because you’re still early. If that’s okay.”

“Yes, absolutely.” I smile.We get to see the baby, I’m good with whatever she suggests.

She steps out into the hall and I unbutton my jeans and pull them down with my thong. Gage groans from behind me. I’m turned away with my back to him but I can already tell where his eyes are.

“Joder, me estás matando.” I look over my shoulder and the man is practically salivating.

He’s insatiable.

I settle myself on the exam table and lie back, covering myself with the sheet. “Okay, ready.” The door opens and the Doc walks back in.

“Alright, you’ll still need to do the blood work afterward. But at least you’ll have a picture to take with you.”

Why does that make my heart hurt so much?

“Put your feet in the stirrups and then slide all the way down to the edge.” I do and the sheet shifts. Gage, now burping Zoe, takes his free hand and pulls up the sheet.

“Te tengo, Hermosa.”

He’s got me.

And I’ve got him.

I reach for his hand and squeeze. “Lo sé, cariño. Yo también te tengo.”

Zoe falls asleep and Gage puts her in the car seat, then scoots closer to me, both of his hands cover mine. His lips press to our joined hands and I feel them moving.

Is he praying?

“Okay, this is going to be a little cold.” Squirting some lubricant on the tip of the probe and then going under the sheet. A little pressure and she’s adjusting and looking at the screen. “Okay, there is the gestational sac.”

Both Gage and I are glued to the screen, and then I see it. It’s the tiniest little flicker and it hit me harder than I could have expected. Gage stares at the screen, and I wonder if he sees them like I do. “Cariño, that’s our baby.” I shift my gaze to the doctor. “Right?”

“Yep, that’s your baby.” She clicks a few times and something prints. “Here, listen to this.” Another click and a static whooshing sound, and then the quick thuds of a heartbeat.

“Is that…” His voice trails off when she nods at him. “Can I record this?”

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