Fulfillment by Golland, M. (best large ebook reader .txt) 📕

He smirked.“It’s your hormones, my love.”

“Hormones-Shmormones. I don’t care what it is.” I casually placedthe magazine back on top of the coffee table and leaned over him sothat my fuller than usual breasts brushed his arm. Then, pressingmy mouth to his ear, I whispered again, “Listen here. Your long,hard, delicious cock will be in between my legs within the hour. Iguarantee it!” I discreetly bit down on his ear lobe then pulledback and eyed him intently.

“Ms. Summers,”Dr. Rainer called from the doorway of her office.

I removed myhungry stare from Bryce, stood up and smiled sweetly at mydoctor.

Bryce satthere for the smallest of moments then eventually rose from hisseat and relaxed his fist again.

***

We sat down infront of a large, hardwood desk in Dr. Rainer’s office. She hadbeen my obstetrician during both my pregnancies with Nate andCharlotte, and when I booked my appointment to see her, I had toexplain my current ‘situation’, that Rick and I were no longertogether and that my new partner Bryce was the father of mybaby.

“Hello,Alexis. It’s been a long time,” she flicked through my file, “sixyears in fact,” she finished.

“Yes, it has.”I replied.

She held outher hand for Bryce to shake. “And you must be Bryce, thefather.”

He obliged andgave her an enormous grin. “Yes, that would be me,” he answeredconfidently, but shifting in his seat just a little.

He had beenfidgety all morning and also more attentive than usual. Don’t getme wrong, I love his devotion and thoughtfulness, but he had atendency to go just a tad overboard.

Dr. Rainermotioned toward the single stretcher bed. “Okay, Alexis, hop uponto the bed, and we’ll have a look at your baby.”

Bryce shot upout of his seat and helped me as if I were his elderly grandmother.Grrr, he is so adorably aggravating at times. I desperatelywanted to roll my eyes at him and refuse his over-the-topassistance, but allowing him to fuss over me like this seemed tocalm his nerves. So I let him and swallowed the need to chastisehim over it.

Bryce walkedme over to the black vinyl-covered stretcher where I laid myselfdown, while Dr. Rainer washed her hands at the basin. She driedthem with a paper towel then sat down on a swivel-chair and madeherself comfortable. Bryce moved around to the other side of thestretcher to take hold of my hand.

“You all rightthere?” I asked with a slight smile.

“Couldn’t bebetter, my love,” he smiled back.

I was abruptlypulled away from my loving gaze into Bryce’s eyes when Dr. Rainergrabbed the bottle of gel and squirted it onto my lower abdomen.Geezus! That shit is always freakin’ cold. Can’t they at leastmicrowave it for a few seconds, surely that’s not too much toask? No matter how many times I had experienced the applicationof that bloody gel, I never once remembered to mentally preparemyself for its cold shock. Grudgingly, I adjusted to the suddentemperature change on the surface of my skin.

Dr. Rainerswitched on the monitor and moved the ultrasound wand over mytummy, prompting Bryce and I both to simultaneously move our headsa little closer to the screen while squinting.

Okay, let’s behonest, I’ve never really been able to distinguish what was whatduring an ultrasound. All I could ever make out was grey, black andwhite swirling patches, and trying to distinguish what was supposedto look like a jelly bean with a large head was pretty muchimpossible for me. So, when the image appeared on the screen, Imade more of an effort to watch Bryce’s reaction rather than tryand figure out my baby’s head from its bottom. As long as I heardthat wonderful, amazing, ticking noise that was Baby Clark’sheartbeat, I was going to be more than happy.

Almostinstantly, Dr. Rainer started calculating our baby’s measurementson the monitor. I squeezed Bryce’s hand as he stared intently atthe screen. He looked down at my hand then up to my face, so I gavehim a knowing wink which prompted him to raise my hand to his mouthwhere he placed a soft kiss.

“Okay. Yourbaby measures 1.7cm, which would put baby at 8.1 weeksgestation.”

“1.7cm?” Bryceasked in confusion as he spread his thumb and index fingerapart.

“Yes. At thisstage in the pregnancy, your baby also has two arms, two legs andeyelids,” Dr. Rainer replied.

“1.7cm?” Brycerepeated a little louder, still looking confused.

“Yes,” Igiggled, “1.7cm.”

“How is thateven fucking possible?” he asked astonished. “Shit, I’m sorry.Please excuse my mouth. I’m just slightly blown away here.”

“You’reexcused Bryce,” she offered with a smile and continued to recordthe measurements. “Okay, let’s see if we can take baby’s heartrate.”

She moved theultrasound wand and this time pushed it further into the base of myabdomen, increasing my already increasing urge to urinate. Don’tneed to pee. Don’t need to pee. Who am I kidding? I need to fuckingpee! I willed myself to clench my pelvic floor muscle tightlywhen a ticking noise sounded through the monitor, distracting mefrom my desperate need for the toilet. Instantly, I gripped Bryce’shand as that wonderful repetitive popping—which made any doubt orworry disappear into thin air—sounded throughout the room likemusic to my ears.

I lifted myhead again to see the monitor of swirling shades of grey—which wasannoyingly useless because I couldn’t make out shit.

“Baby’s hearthas 165 beats per minute, that’s excellent,” Dr. Rainer informedus.

I smiled—morethan smiled—I gleamed. I was pregnant again at age 35, my baby hada heartbeat of 165 beats per minute, he or she measured 1.7cm andhad limbs, and the father of my little precious jelly bean wasstanding next to me teary-eyed. Hang on. Back the fuck up. He isteary-eyed. Oh my God, he is teary. Shit, now I’m teary.

He leaned downand pressed his lips to mine, and a lone tear fell from his eyelidonto my cheek. I placed my hands on either side of his face andkissed him back.

He broke freefrom my lips and rested his forehead against mine.

“I love you,”he whispered.

“I love you,too,” I replied softly.

Bryce stoodback up as Dr. Rainer turned off the monitor and wiped my bellywith a towel. We were staring at each other, both of us stillhighly emotional and amazed by the little miracle