Chapter Eight
As Pesh exited one of the exam rooms, he saw Megan sitting on a stool at the counter, working on a chart. When the door shut behind him, she jerked her head up and caught him staring. He cleared his throat and walked over to her. “Hello,” he said, pleasantly.
“Hi.”
“So, are you settling in?”
She nodded. “Everyone has been so nice and helpful.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear that. We usually have very good success rates with our clinical candidates.” Megan smiled before her head dipped back down to work on the chart. Nervously, he scratched the back of his neck. Things were rolling along with them now that he knew he shouldn’t try to rock the boat. After all, he had promised her he would keep his distance. But he couldn’t help himself. In the two months since their first encounter, he hadn’t stopped thinking about her. Now that she had shown back up in his life so out of the blue, he couldn’t help feeling that it was fated.
Ask her to dinner, his mind shouted. He bit down on his lip to keep the question he was burning to ask from escaping his mouth. Finally, it rushed forth before he could stop himself. “Why don’t you let me buy you dinner after work?”
Megan’s scribbling pen stilled on the chart. She glanced up and cocked her head at him. “Dinner implies a date, and I thought we were clear on that.”
He gave her a nervous smile. “Well, I was only offering some less palatable cafeteria food. I hardly think that constitutes a date.”
“In my realm of dating consciousness, any time you sit down at a table while eating and drinking together, it is a date.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, he countered, “If that were true, it would mean you were dating your father and brother every time you sat down together. I know your family is close, but I don’t believe they’re that close.”
Megan’s brows rose. “Oh, is the good doctor cracking jokes now?”
“Perhaps.”
The corners of Megan’s lips turned up. “Then what exactly would you consider a date?”
Pesh leaned back against the wall, surmising her teasing smile. “A mutually agreed upon event.”
“You’re so proper,” Megan teased.
He rolled his eyes at her, something he rarely did until he began spending more and more time in her presence. “And you’re avoiding the initial question.”
Megan put down the pen and chart and crossed her arms over her chest. “So, if you could take me on a date, where would we go?”
Pesh rubbed his jaw in thought. “Well, if would have to be something you would want to do, but I would begin with dinner.” When she started to protest, he held up his hand. “Somewhere that was romantic with candlelight and soft music—perhaps a place where we could dance in between courses.”
Staring at him in surprise, Megan replied, “You’re serious?”
“Of course.”
She slowly shook her head back and forth. “Okay, go on.”
“Once we finished wine and dessert, I would then want to take you somewhere you’ve never been—”
“Like your bedroom?” Megan interjected with a smirk.
“I do believe you’ve already been there before.” The teasing faded from Megan’s expression, and a flush entered her cheeks. “May I continue?”
“Yeah,” she murmured.
“I would want to be with you to experience something you never have before—an art gallery, an opera, a musical. Anything that would bring wonderment and excitement to your face.” He gave her a small smile. “And it would mean all the more that I was getting to share it with you.”
He watched with almost mild amusement as she processed his words. Most likely she had never had a man speak to her the way he was, and it was certainly affecting her. Feeling like it was time to go in for the kill, he asked once again, “So, will you have dinner with me?”
Pesh leaned forward expectantly as Megan opened her mouth. They were interrupted by the sound of Emma’s voice. “Oh thank God. I’m so glad you two are on .”
Her anxious tone was the only thing that could have torn Pesh’s attention away from Megan. He glanced from Emma to Aidan, who was grimacing and rubbing his head. “What happened?”
Emma replied, “He fell and hit his head,” at the same time Aidan grunted, “Nothing.”
Megan stepped forward and went over to Aidan. She gasped as she surveyed him. “Ankle, your pupils are huge!”
Pesh took his penlight out of his coat pocket and went to Aidan. As he flashed the light into Aidan’s eyes, he grimaced. “Yeah, they are. What exactly happened?” He made sure to direct his question to Emma since she appeared to be the only one being honest.
“We were at my OB’s for our first ultrasound.”
Pesh’s eyes widened. “Ultrasound…you’re pregnant?”
“Again?” Megan questioned by his side.
The concern for Aidan on Emma’s face washed away and was replaced with a beaming smile. “Yes, I’m eight weeks.”
“Why didn’t you say something at dinner Sunday?” Megan asked.
“Well, I only found out two weeks ago, and we wanted to wait to tell everyone until we had the first ultrasound.”
Megan’s blonde brows creased. “So what does the ultrasound have to do with Ankle hitting his head?”
Emma pursed her lips and cut her gaze over to Aidan. “Would you like to tell them?” When he shook his head and then winced, Emma sighed. “When they hooked me up to the fetal monitor, they thought they heard two heartbeats. At the word ‘twins’, Aidan passed out and hit his head on the counter and the floor.”
While Pesh quickly turned a laugh into a cough, Megan wasn’t so tactful. She burst out laughing. “You seriously passed out during the ultrasound?”
Aidan scowled at her. “In my defense, it wasn’t quite the ultrasound yet.” At Megan’s continued laughter, he shrugged. “It was pretty mind-blowing news.”
“Oh Ankle, honestly.”
Aidan turned to Pesh. “So am I going to stand around all day getting shit, or are you going to examine me?”
Pesh nodded. “Of course. Your pupils are definitely a matter of concern.”
Glancing at Emma, Aidan said, “Just wait for me here.”
“Okay.”
Pesh motioned for Aidan to go into the first examining room. As soon as the door closed behind him, Aidan lunged for him, grabbing the lapels of his white coat. “I need a vasectomy. Today.”
Pesh fought the urge to laugh at the absurdity of the situation as well as Aidan’s desperation. “Okay, let’s get you to sit down. You’ve obviously been through a lot of trauma in the last hour.”
Aidan plopped onto the examining table. He buried his head in his hands and groaned. “What a f*cking nightmare of a day.”
“Does your head hurt?” Pesh asked.
“A little.”
“Any nausea?”
“Maybe.”
Pesh furrowed his brows. “What do you mean, maybe?”
Aidan raised his head. “If you’re asking if I’m nauseated now, the answer would be no. I’m not. But on the other hand, if you’re asking if I get nauseous thinking about the fact that Emma could have been pregnant with twins, and I would have had three kids under two and in diapers…” Aidan shuddered. “Then yeah, I get really f*cking nauseous, and the room starts to spin a little.”
Easing down on his stool, he rolled over to Aidan. “Take a deep breath for me, okay?” Aidan’s chest expanded as he inhaled and exhaled. “Again,” Pesh instructed. After a few cleansing breaths, Pesh cocked his head at Aidan. “Better?”
“Yeah, a little,” Aidan croaked. He jerked his hand through his hair. “Are you going to get me a referral for a vasectomy?”
Pesh held up his hand. “I’m confused. If you know that Emma isn’t having twins, why do you want to have a vasectomy?”
“Because twins run on both sides of our families. Pop was a twin, and Emma’s uncles are twins. It’s like we have a genetic bull’s-eye hovering over us. We can barely be in the same room without conceiving, so it’s just inevitable that she’ll get pregnant again, and then I’ll have four kids…maybe even five.” Aidan swallowed hard as some of the color drained from his face. “I can’t be a baby making machine.”
“Actually, most recent studies still conclude that identical twins can happen to anyone, whereas, fraternal twins are the result of the mother producing two eggs in a single cycle. This tendency to create multiple eggs is passed from mother to child. Given that Emma doesn’t have a non-identical twin, you are fairly safe.”
Aidan tilted his head, his expression one of confusion. “So you’re saying I don’t have to worry about that?”
“Without knowing Emma’s full genetic history, I couldn’t say, but it sounds like a no—at least for fraternal twins.”
After processing Pesh’s words, Aidan shook his head. “Like it really matters about the twins. We’re still way too fertile together. I need to stop this before it gets out of hand.”
“And what does Emma think about all of this?”
A red flush entered Aidan’s cheeks. “Um, well, I haven’t actually mentioned it to her.”
“You don’t think your wife needs to know about such a life-altering decision?”
“Well, of course I’d tell her before I went in for the surgery.”
As Pesh crossed his arms over his chest, he couldn’t help wondering just how hard Aidan had been hit in the head. “You cannot seriously be sitting there saying that.”
Aidan stared at Pesh for a moment before he groaned. “Oh man, I’m being a giant, selfish tool about this, aren’t I?”
Pesh smiled. “Pretty much.”
Aidan rubbed his hand over his eyes. “It’s just…being a father is f*cking scary sometimes. I worry about Noah constantly, and now there’s another baby in the mix. Plus, another baby means more time taken away from Emma.” He gave a weak smile. “I love her so much. Sometimes…I just can’t get enough of her, and I don’t want to share.”
“I think that’s a perfectly normal feeling.”
Aidan shook his head. “It makes me sound like a selfish bastard. I mean, who is jealous of their kid for taking their wife’s time?”
“A lot of men. So stop beating yourself up over what you’re feeling. Most of all, don’t bottle it up. Talk to Emma.”
Aidan’s blue eyes widened as he shook his head furiously back and forth. “Oh hell no, I don’t want her thinking badly of me.”
“She won’t. Emma always appreciates honesty.”
“About me being jealous of her time with our kids? I’m pretty sure she would not want me being honest about that.”
“What has Emma always said is the most important thing in a relationship?”
“Trust.”
Pesh nodded. “So how are you building her trust by lying to her about your feelings?”
Aidan’s blonde brows furrowed. “So I should just tell her I’m afraid of losing her and that I want us to maximize our time together?”
“I would think so. I don’t think any woman could get angry hearing her husband say how much he loves her and wants to be with her.”
Aidan appeared thoughtful. “I guess you’re right.”
Pesh smiled as he patted Aidan’s shoulder reassuringly. “You’re doing a wonderful job being a father. I’m sure you’ll do just as well with a second and maybe even a third child.”
At the mention of a third child, Aidan swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “I don’t mind a third kid…just not now. Maybe in a couple of years.” He glanced up and smiled at Pesh. “But thanks for the vote of confidence on me being a father.”
“I just call it as I see it.”
“I appreciate that.”
“How about I check on your head now?”
Aidan nodded. “Okay.”
Pesh started feeling for unusual lumps and bumps on Aidan’s head. “Hmm, I don’t feel anything abnormal. But just to be on the safe side, I want you to have a CT scan to rule out concussion or any brain bleeds.”
“Jesus, I could have all of that from just hitting my head?”
“You would be surprised. Let me go call in the order, and they’ll come take you back. Hopefully you won’t have too long a wait. We’re usually slower during the afternoons when the doctors’ offices and imaging centers are open.”
As he started for the door, Aidan stopped him. “Hey, man, with all the craziness, I almost forgot to ask how is Megan doing with her placement?”
Pesh didn’t have to think twice before responding, “She is going to make an incredible nurse.”
Aidan grinned. “I’m glad to hear it. Not that I ever doubted her abilities. It’s just good to hear her praises sung by a doctor.” Popping Pesh on the chest teasingly with his hand, Aidan asked, “How’s it going between you and Megan?”
Pesh almost laughed out loud at Aidan’s forthrightness. It was not in his nature to be so blunt, and after Megan turning him down yet again, he wasn’t really sure how to answer.
“I truly respect and admire Megan.” He considered that the most diplomatic way to answer her uncle’s enquiry. Despite feeling glad that he obviously had earned his friend’s respect, he wouldn’t say anything untoward about Megan in front of him. It is her business who she did or didn’t date.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I didn’t imagine it was.”
Aidan eyed him before saying, “Look I know you got off to a rocky start, but it’s not hopeless. Are you planning on asking her out?”
“You’re not letting this go, are you?”
“Nope. Not a chance.”
Pesh shoved his hands into his lab coat. “I have asked Megan to accompany me on a date, but at this point, we are at a stalemate. But, I am not planning on giving up anytime soon. Does that satisfy your inquisition?”
Aidan laughed, but then his brows furrowed. “What do you mean? You two looked pretty cozy and comfortable together when we walked up.”
With a regretful shake of his head, Pesh replied, “She doesn’t want to date me.”
“I call bullshit. I may have been bonked in the head, but no one could deny the way she was looking at you. Maybe if you—”
Although it was against his character, he let his anger override his better judgment. “She wants me for sex but not for a relationship, okay?”
Aidan’s mouth gaped open. “You mean, she’s acting like…a dude?”
“If you mean that she has pretty much refused to go to dinner with me or any other honorable event that a man and woman can partake in on a date, and instead, she would rather pursue a strictly physical relationship, then the answer is yes.”
“My God, it’s like she’s turned into the old me,” Aidan muttered. He ran his hand over his face before he looked at Pesh again. “I’m so sorry.”
With a shrug, Pesh replied, “She’s still very young. I suppose in her eyes, she’s been deprived of fun the last two years. This is a way for her to make up for that. Regardless if we agree or understand it.”
“Well, I still call bullshit on the whole thing.” He gave Pesh a long, hard stare. “You have to keep trying, no matter what.”
“I didn’t say I was giving up, did I?”
“No, but I know from personal experience how hard it is to keep trying when it feels like you aren’t winning.”
“What occurred with you and Emma is totally different than with Megan and me.”
“You still have to try.” Aidan hopped off the examining table and wobbled for a moment on unsteady legs. “Megan has been hurt before, and I don’t think she really knows what it is to be loved. Not deeply where her needs were considered. Hell, she was only twenty-three when she got knocked up. I want her to find someone who will cherish her, man. I want my girl cared for.” He patted Pesh’s shoulder. “I think that someone could be you.”
“We’ll see.” When Aidan started to argue, Pesh shook his head. “Time to see about your head.”
“Whatever,” Aidan mumbled.
When Pesh opened the door for Aidan, Emma and Megan stared expectantly at them. “So what’s the verdict?” Megan asked.
“I think he’s going to be just fine, but to be on the safe side, I’ve ordered him a CT scan.”
Emma’s eyes widened in fear. “You think he has some brain injury from the fall?” she asked in a panicky voice.
Pesh smiled to try and put her at ease. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong besides a slight bump on the head, but I want to make sure there is nothing wrong with him.”
“Okay then,” Emma replied.
An orderly appeared with a wheelchair to escort Aidan to his scan. Before he sat down, Aidan leaned over to kiss Emma. “I’m fine, babe. Stop worrying. It isn’t good for you or the baby.”
She gave him a weak smile. “I’ll try hard not to.”
He winked at her before collapsing down in the wheelchair. “Nothing can keep me down—you should know that by now.”
Megan snorted. “At least we know the bump didn’t do anything to your ego.”
“Of course not,” Emma agreed.
Kristi poked her head out of one of the examining rooms. “Dr. Nadeen, I need you.”
He nodded before turning to Megan. “Why don’t you show Emma to one of the family waiting rooms?”
“Sure,” Megan replied.
Emma reached up to hug him. “Thanks for taking care of Aidan.”
“It was my pleasure.” He gave them a final wave before disappearing into the waiting patient’s room. But after talking to Aidan, he definitely had a little more determined bounce in his step.