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“Really?” My brows hitch. “Six foot six?”
Doctor Melinda hums. “I’ll leave you both to get ready. Come out when you’re done. Take your time.”
Sophie eyes me the second the door closes. “I can’t believe you asked if your dick was going to hurt the babies.”
“I had to be sure. The way we fuck, Sophie. It was a valid question.”
She snorts and slides down from the bed to get dressed.
“The way you fuck, you mean? You don’t even need to rest in-between anymore.”
“I can’t help it. It’s the whole pregnancy thing. And now I know there’re two babies inside you?” I lick my lips as my eyes travel over her belly. “Fuck, Sophie, you’re so sexy. Come here.” I reach out to her, but she steps back with a small gasp.
“No! I let you touch me in here and you’ll have me bent over this bed in seconds.”
“We could be quick?” I arch a brow at her teasingly. Although who am I kidding? If I thought she was up for it, I would pounce at the chance of filling her up right now. Especially now that her stomach is starting to swell just a tiny bit. It’s hardly noticeable yet, but I see it.
“No way.” She laughs, pulling up her skirt and smoothing it down over her hips.
“Tonight then? After work?” I reach for her again, managing to slide my arms around her waist and pull her in for a kiss.
She smiles against my mouth. “I’ll come to your place. I have a meeting near you.”
“Can’t wait.” I place my hand over her stomach and drop my eyes to it. “You two make sure Mama doesn’t work too hard.”
“Drew.” Sophie’s eyes shine as I look into them.
“Sorry,” I murmur, kissing her softly. Then I talk to her stomach again. “I meant, you two make sure your hot, sexy mama doesn’t work too hard.”
Then I grab handfuls of her ass as I steal another kiss.
Chapter 15
Sophie
Chelsea places her finishedmug of tea down on the table and runs her hands up and down her thighs. “I’m doing okay, aren’t I?”
“You’re doing better than okay.” I smile at her reassuringly. “You’ve got this. Just keep your eyes on mine when you’re on the stand, okay? I’ll be right there with you.”
“I know.” She nods quickly, as she places one hand on the stomach area of her baggy sweatshirt.
“Chelsea?” I place my notebook on the table and turn to where she’s sitting on the couch next to me. “I’m your lawyer and you can trust me. But I also have to be able to trust that you’re being honest with me as well.”
“I am. I swear. I’ve told you everything I can remember,” she says, panic filling her voice.
“I mean about you.” My eyes drop to her stomach, and she moves her hand away from her stomach as she notices me watching.
“My parents don’t know,” she breathes, her bottom lip shaking as she takes a cushion and places it on her lap, her fingersfinding one corner of it to fidget with. “The father… They wouldn’t understand…”
“Do you think it’s one of the two men who forced you?”
Her lips flatten into a thin line. She looks away, not answering me.
“Okay. Have you spoken to your therapist about the baby?”
She nods but still won’t meet my eyes. “I’m keeping it.”
“Okay. What matters now is that we get you proper pre-natal care. I can arrange that for you. Is there someone you trust who can go with you?”
