Page 259 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“Suffer in silence, like the rest of us,” I said sweetly.
His lips twitched like he wasn’t sure whether to throttle me or drag me into a supply closet.
Lawrence opened the door. Silas stepped out first, then ducked back and took my hand.
I wanted to see the baby, sure. But I also loved tormenting Silas.
He didn’t know yet that the wand wasn’t going over my belly.
I couldn’t wait to see his face.
“Miss Mehta?” the nurse called from the door.
I froze for a second.
What if something was wrong? What if it wasn’t okay? It was still so early. So much could go wrong.
His hand tightened in mine. Warm. Strong.
“I needed to see the baby, Everly,” he murmured. “Make sure our child is okay.”
“Stop making me cry,” I sniffled. “I need to pee so bad, I don’t know where it’ll come from.”
We went through twenty questions, but when that was done, I was back to being excited.
“You can go behind that screen and remove your pants,” the technician said, not even glancing up from his clipboard.
I looked at Silas.
A death stare was aimed at the poor man with full force.
“She won’t be removing anything,” he snapped.
Oh, this was so worth the bursting bladder.
“Uh… sir—”
“No. No, no. You scan her belly,” Silas barked, circling his hand protectively around my abdomen like the guy had just suggested a public strip show.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, choking on laughter as I clutched the sides of the chair. I was seconds from peeing myself.
“Mr Mehta—”
“What kind of perverse establishment is this?”
I was wheezing now, tears blurring my vision. I grabbed Silas’s hand and gasped between giggles.
“Silas—it has to go in vaginally,” I managed. “The baby’s too small.”
He froze. His head turned slowly toward me.
“What?”
Oooh. An eye twitch. That was new.
“You should’ve checked the website.”
He exhaled through his nose, slowly, like a man trying to survive an apocalypse one breath at a time.
