Page 67 of A Moment for Us
“Caring.”
Josh’s fingers tighten just a bit. “I’ve always cared about you, Delia. I’ve always . . . well, feeling and caring haven’t been the problem for me.”
No, it’s been allowing himself to give me more.
“I know.”
He’ll love and care for our child, but we will just be friends. I fight back the emotions because, no matter how many times I draw that line between us or tell him that this is how it has to be between us, I hate it. I want more, and it’s going to take me longer than a few days to find my footing in the idea that Josh will never shirk his responsibilities around our child, but that’s as far as his love will extend.
The more I tell myself this, the easier it’ll be.
When my name is called, Josh walks back with me. The nurse gives me instructions to pee in a cup and change into the paper gown so the ties are in the back before she lets us know that someone will be right in.
Josh goes to the chair, and I head into the bathroom.
Once I’m done, I hop up onto the table, draping the blanket over my legs. He sits there, looking extremely out of place, and I grin.
“What?” he asks, catching the look.
“Nothing.”
“That smile isn’t nothing.”
“Just that you look like you’re ready to bolt.”
“What exactly is that?” He points to the ultrasound machine.
“Well, it’s going to show us the baby.”
“I know that, but what’s that wand thing that looks sort of like . . .”
“It goes inside me,” I explain.
He pales. “Seriously?”
“Yup.” I laugh after he goes from pale to green. “It’s fine. It’s all safe, and it’ll allow us to see the baby.”
“How do you know all this?”
“Jess.”
I went with her to an appointment before she told Grayson, and I got to see this part.
“Right.”
There’s a soft knock before the door opens. Josh gets to his feet as a very attractive male doctor enters. “Hi, Ms. Andrews. I’m Dr. Willbanks, an associate of Dr. Locke’s. She’s out today, so I’m filling in.”
“Hi, this is my . . . the baby’s father, Joshua.”
Josh extends his hand, and they shake. “Aren’t you a bit young to deliver babies?”
Dr. Willbanks laughs. “I assure you, I’m perfectly capable of handling Delia’s care.”
Josh doesn’t look impressed.
“Steamroller?” I say softly, and he turns to me, rolling his eyes.
“Excuse me?” the doctor asks.
