Page 7 of A Little Christmas Jericho
He was. Right?
Doctor Daddy was flirting with me!
"Thank you. I..." I stammered and bit down on my bottom lip before trying again. "Really, Doctor, thank you."
He winked as he escorted me to the exit. "No need to thank me, Jericho. That's what I'm here for. Now don't forget to save my number."
"Y-yes, Doctor." My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat.
His smile turned even softer. "And be sure to eat something and get some sleep tonight, buddy. You have to look after yourself so you can be in tiptop shape for your babies when they come up."
Honestly,the way he said buddy felt like a warm hand sliding down, between my ass cheeks andrightto my needy hole.
Well shit.
What a day.
First I get dumped because I won't get rid of my pets.Right before Christmas!
Then a health scare for my poor precious babies.
All to be wrapped up in the delicious Doctor Daddy flirting with me.
A boy could get behind this kind of luck.
Chapter 5
The vibration on my nightstand pulled me out of a half-dream. For a second I thought maybe it was Oscar, changing his mind, apologising, begging me to take him back...
Eeek! That was a nightmare best forgotten.
I reached for my phone, eyes still bleary after a restless night worrying about my babies.
And then I saw the name.
Doctor Daddy.
Obviously, I had to save his number under the most perfect moniker ever.
The message was short. Simple. Professional.
Doctor Daddy:Morning Jericho. Just wanted to let you know all four are doing good. Ate breakfast with no issues, did their bathroom business and slept well. Depending on the bloodwork, you'll be able to fetch them later today.
That was it. Nothing flirty like last night. Not even an errant emoji.
So why did my chest feel like it was about to explode from a single text?
I read it again.
And again.
My lips curved into a stupid little smile that I couldn't fight down. The relief hit first. Relief that my babies were doing okay. They were eating. Sleeping. Even pooping was good.
But then came the following emotions. The thrill and excitement he'd thought of texting me first thing in the morning. That he'd taken the time to reassure me before he even got the test results back.
Goodness. I was a mess.
I rolled onto my back and held the phone above me, thumb hovering over the keyboard.
