“So you tried to set me up?”
“I wanted to see if you’d lie,” Piper said with a grin.
Shaking his head, he muttered, “I should be mad at you.”
“But you’re not because I’m too cute to be mad at,” she answered, fluttering her eyelashes as she swung her legs like a child. “I knew you wouldn’t lie.”
“I could have.”
“Yeah, but you respect me more than that.”
He had to smile at that because she was right. He was about to tell her so when a knock came at the door and in walked what looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model.
“Hey, Dr. Richards,” Piper said happily.
Doctor?
“Hey, Piper, how are we feeling?” he asked in his low, raspy voice.
Erik was a confident man and could even say when he thought another man was good-looking without feeling the least bit g*y and at that moment Dr. Richards fit that bill. He was a very good-looking man, and Erik instantly hated him.
This was the guy that had his hands up in Piper’s pu**y?
What the f**k?
Puffing up his chest, he got up to stand closer to Piper before he pinned the doctor with a “She’s mine” look. He wanted to punch the guy right in his pearly white teeth and then gouge out his eyeballs to make sure he never looked at Piper’s pu**y again. He never had such an intense hatred for someone the way he had for this guy and it was all because of Piper; now what did this mean …?
“Good, thank you, and yourself?” she asked as she smiled up at him dreamily.
Erik’s jaw hurt, he was clenching his teeth so hard. He wanted to smack the guy and then yell at Piper for asking how he was. Why did she care?
“I’m good, thanks. Hi! I’m Dr. Richards,” he said when he finally noticed that Erik was in the room.
“Yeah,” Erik said in a stern voice. “I’m her husband.”
“It’s great to meet you,” he said a little overly happy for Erik’s liking, but then again, Erik would be happy too if all he did was stick his hands up women’s pussies all day long. Asshole.
Piper elbowed him in the ribs hard enough to get his attention. When he looked at her, she shot him a stern look and said, “Sit down, babe. I gotta lie down.”
“I’m good,” he said, holding her hand tightly. He should have gotten Piper a bigger ring, then this dude wouldn’t get the wrong idea. Piper was nowhere near single and this guy needed to back up with that grin and those large hands. Looking down at his own hands, he now wondered if his hands were big enough to please her.
Man, what was wrong with him?
Shaking his head, he watched as Dr. I’m-Too-Sexy measured Piper’s belly.
“Do you think I’m too big?” Piper asked.
“You are measuring right at thirty-four weeks, so only a week ahead. I think he might be a big boy. We might need to discuss inducing you if you don’t go by thirty-eight weeks.”
“That’s early,” Piper said.
“It is, but it’s okay. You have a small frame. I don’t know if I want to risk having you go full-term, especially with how big your husband is,” he said flashing Erik a grin.
Yeah, ass**le, I’m big and I could kill you with my pinkie, Erik thought as he glared.
“Really?” Piper asked and Erik could see that made her nervous.
“Yeah, he feels big but then again you are really small. We have to take it week by week, okay? Let’s check you out; scoot to the edge.”
Erik wanted to yell, Hell no! But instead he watched as some other guy put his hand up in Piper. Rage filled him and reason wasn’t showing its face. All he saw was red, but when he glanced down at Piper, he saw that she wasn’t enjoying it and that sort of made the whole experience tolerable.
After his examination the doctor said, “Looks good. You are maybe a fingertip dilated, if that. He’s dropped a lot, though, and like I said, I don’t think you’ll make it full-term.”
“But will he be okay?” Piper asked.
Erik was so busy hating the doctor that he hadn’t been listening. Was there something wrong?
“Yeah, he should be fine. There is always risk, Piper, but you are having him in the best hospital in Tennessee with a great doctor and my dad will be a phone call away; everything should be fine.”
Piper nodded, but he could tell she was still worried. “Okay.”
“All right,” he said, tapping her knee. “See you in two weeks, okay? Don’t worry, everything will be okay.”
Piper gave him a small smile and nodded as he left the room with another wave. He could tell she was upset and he didn’t understand why, so he asked, “What’s wrong? Can the baby not come early?”
“He can, but it makes me nervous.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to talk about that right now. I want to know, what the hell was your problem with Dr. Richards?”
Erik glared. “You mean the Abercrombie and Fitch model?”
“Oh, come on!”
“You need another doctor, like a female one.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like the idea of that guy’s hands up inside you,” he snapped back.
“Oh my God, Erik! Not only have I known him for years and he is a good friend, but he is also g*y.”
Erik paused.
He knew that guy was checking him out! Biting his lip to keep from laughing, he looked over at the stages of pregnancy poster that was hanging on the wall. “So where are you on here?”
“I wanted to see if you’d lie,” Piper said with a grin.
Shaking his head, he muttered, “I should be mad at you.”
“But you’re not because I’m too cute to be mad at,” she answered, fluttering her eyelashes as she swung her legs like a child. “I knew you wouldn’t lie.”
“I could have.”
“Yeah, but you respect me more than that.”
He had to smile at that because she was right. He was about to tell her so when a knock came at the door and in walked what looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model.
“Hey, Dr. Richards,” Piper said happily.
Doctor?
“Hey, Piper, how are we feeling?” he asked in his low, raspy voice.
Erik was a confident man and could even say when he thought another man was good-looking without feeling the least bit g*y and at that moment Dr. Richards fit that bill. He was a very good-looking man, and Erik instantly hated him.
This was the guy that had his hands up in Piper’s pu**y?
What the f**k?
Puffing up his chest, he got up to stand closer to Piper before he pinned the doctor with a “She’s mine” look. He wanted to punch the guy right in his pearly white teeth and then gouge out his eyeballs to make sure he never looked at Piper’s pu**y again. He never had such an intense hatred for someone the way he had for this guy and it was all because of Piper; now what did this mean …?
“Good, thank you, and yourself?” she asked as she smiled up at him dreamily.
Erik’s jaw hurt, he was clenching his teeth so hard. He wanted to smack the guy and then yell at Piper for asking how he was. Why did she care?
“I’m good, thanks. Hi! I’m Dr. Richards,” he said when he finally noticed that Erik was in the room.
“Yeah,” Erik said in a stern voice. “I’m her husband.”
“It’s great to meet you,” he said a little overly happy for Erik’s liking, but then again, Erik would be happy too if all he did was stick his hands up women’s pussies all day long. Asshole.
Piper elbowed him in the ribs hard enough to get his attention. When he looked at her, she shot him a stern look and said, “Sit down, babe. I gotta lie down.”
“I’m good,” he said, holding her hand tightly. He should have gotten Piper a bigger ring, then this dude wouldn’t get the wrong idea. Piper was nowhere near single and this guy needed to back up with that grin and those large hands. Looking down at his own hands, he now wondered if his hands were big enough to please her.
Man, what was wrong with him?
Shaking his head, he watched as Dr. I’m-Too-Sexy measured Piper’s belly.
“Do you think I’m too big?” Piper asked.
“You are measuring right at thirty-four weeks, so only a week ahead. I think he might be a big boy. We might need to discuss inducing you if you don’t go by thirty-eight weeks.”
“That’s early,” Piper said.
“It is, but it’s okay. You have a small frame. I don’t know if I want to risk having you go full-term, especially with how big your husband is,” he said flashing Erik a grin.
Yeah, ass**le, I’m big and I could kill you with my pinkie, Erik thought as he glared.
“Really?” Piper asked and Erik could see that made her nervous.
“Yeah, he feels big but then again you are really small. We have to take it week by week, okay? Let’s check you out; scoot to the edge.”
Erik wanted to yell, Hell no! But instead he watched as some other guy put his hand up in Piper. Rage filled him and reason wasn’t showing its face. All he saw was red, but when he glanced down at Piper, he saw that she wasn’t enjoying it and that sort of made the whole experience tolerable.
After his examination the doctor said, “Looks good. You are maybe a fingertip dilated, if that. He’s dropped a lot, though, and like I said, I don’t think you’ll make it full-term.”
“But will he be okay?” Piper asked.
Erik was so busy hating the doctor that he hadn’t been listening. Was there something wrong?
“Yeah, he should be fine. There is always risk, Piper, but you are having him in the best hospital in Tennessee with a great doctor and my dad will be a phone call away; everything should be fine.”
Piper nodded, but he could tell she was still worried. “Okay.”
“All right,” he said, tapping her knee. “See you in two weeks, okay? Don’t worry, everything will be okay.”
Piper gave him a small smile and nodded as he left the room with another wave. He could tell she was upset and he didn’t understand why, so he asked, “What’s wrong? Can the baby not come early?”
“He can, but it makes me nervous.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to talk about that right now. I want to know, what the hell was your problem with Dr. Richards?”
Erik glared. “You mean the Abercrombie and Fitch model?”
“Oh, come on!”
“You need another doctor, like a female one.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like the idea of that guy’s hands up inside you,” he snapped back.
“Oh my God, Erik! Not only have I known him for years and he is a good friend, but he is also g*y.”
Erik paused.
He knew that guy was checking him out! Biting his lip to keep from laughing, he looked over at the stages of pregnancy poster that was hanging on the wall. “So where are you on here?”
