I look to Zander as soon as the door shuts and stare at him with wide eyes. “Holy shit, Scrappy. That didn’t take you long! It hasn’t been that long since they took out the IUD, has it?”
“It’s been long enough, I guess,” he says with a proud smile. God, he’s handsome. I smile right back at him and hold up a hand for him to high-five. He’s feeling all macho. This deserves a high-five for Team McBride.
I follow her instructions to undress and then put on the gown she gave me. Zander wags his brows up and down, enjoying the show. I kiss him deeply and rub him through his jeans before breaking away to sit up on the exam table. Zander’s lusty eyes narrow on me in disapproval for teasing him. He adjusts his thickening cock and I giggle, knowing that I’ll be on my back the minute we get home.
The doctor is back before we know it, with a nurse in tow. I sit up on the table as she instructs and I catch sight of the look on Zander’s face when she holds up an ultrasound probe that could easily double as a foot long white sex toy. Jenna had told me all about them when we let the cat out of the bag about trying for our first baby, but I still wasn’t expecting that. Zander’s mortified expression is more than worth enduring this awkward situation, though.
The screen flickers to life, distracting me from the fact that there are three other people in the room with me. The doctor manipulates the ultrasound wand and the screen fills with an unfamiliar, blurry scene. It’s amazing that anyone can make heads or tails of these ultrasounds. My brows furrow, searching for something that looks familiar.
“Okay, see here,” the doctor instructs, pointing to a dark circle with an oblong white shape inside of it.
“Yeah…” we both answer, though I’m not sure either of us see anything except black and white blobs.
“There’s Baby McBride. Strong heartbeat. Looks like you’re about,” she taps some keys on the machine, “a little over six weeks along, I’d say.”
The nurse jots down notes beside the doctor. I look up to Zander standing beside me, finding his eyes locked on the screen. He’s rapt, watching intently. Studying. His chest rises and falls evenly. I squeeze his hand in mine and he looks down. A sweet smile tilts up the corners of his mouth and I can see his eyes glistening a little, matching the burgeoning tears in my eyes.
“We’re having a baby,” I whisper, still a little in disbelief.
“Yeah. Yeah, we are.” He raises my hand, bringing it to his lips. His eyes close as he presses a tender kiss on the inside of my palm, an intimate gesture that leaves me feeling even more cherished than he already makes me feel every time his sapphire blue eyes meet mine.
The End
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling Author J.L. Mac is twenty-seven years old and currently resides in El Paso, Texas, with her husband and children. She is a native Texan, having been born and raised in Galveston, Texas. J.L. admittedly has had a long and sordid love affair with the written word and has loved every minute of it. She drinks too many glasses of wine on occasion, and says way too many swear words to be considered “ladylike.” J.L. spends her free time reading, writing, playing with her children, and living her happily ever after with her very own Prince Charming, who she affectionately calls Tight Buns McHotness.