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“Yeah, we met her,” I say, still unsure what to think about that interaction.
“I think everyone did. She’s a lovely woman.”
“And persistent,” Briar says.
Dr. Morales wipes her hands with the paper towels and tosses them in a trash can. “That she is.” She sits on the stool in front of the computer, scanning her badge to unlock it. “So, you’re pregnant?”
Briar nods.
“Did this happen naturally or through fertility treatments?”
“Naturally. It was a surprise.” Briar cringes.
Dr. Morales stares at her as though she doesn’t understand Briar’s reaction.
“We weren’t going to try so soon,” I say, hoping to lead her away from the truth of the situation and the fact that I’m not the father.
“Well, a baby is a great surprise, but having four of my own, I can say that even when you plan it, you’re never quite ready.” She turns to Briar. “Do you remember the first day of your last period?”
I shouldn’t be here for this conversation. This is not a pretend husband’s place, but I guess if I’m pretending, then I should be here. My brain is so scrambled right now, wondering how the hell I’ve found myself in this position.
Because you’re a nurturer, and Briar needs a reliable person right now.
What she doesn’t need is a dick, especially my dick in her pussy.
Briar answers all her questions. Dr. Morales is very nice and what I’d imagine a doctor who delivers babies would be like.
“I’d like to do an ultrasound to make sure the positioning is good in the womb. We might even be able to hear the heartbeat depending on how far along you are.”
Briar’s head whips toward me with shock. Are we ready for that step? No. No, we’re not. Gillian should be here to hold Briar’s hand. Hell, asshat should really be here, but he’s too busy raising his other kids and cheating on his wife.
“Lie down,” Dr. Morales instructs, and Briar’s back falls to the table.
Then Dr. Morales pulls out the stirrups and gently guides Briar’s heels to rest in them.
I’m trying not to look, but how can I not? This is the weirdest situation I’ve ever been in. A girl I’m attracted to is lying on a table with her legs in stirrups, about to have a pelvic exam.
“Just relax. It won’t take long.” Dr. Morales ducks under the sheet, her stool sliding along the floor.
“You’re where I like to be,” I say.
Briar’s mouth hangs open, and her eyes bore into mine.
Dr. Morales peeks out, laughing. “That’s not one I’ve heard before.”
“Really? It felt a little lame, but I tend to make jokes in awkward?—”
“Why don’t you come hold my hand, hubby?” Briar holds out her hand toward me with a “shut up” expression on her face.
I walk over to her. I slide my hand into hers, and she squeezes so tightly, my knees almost buckle. Doesn’t she know this is only gonna fuel me to embarrass her more?
“Can we take one of these paper gowns home?” I ask. “We like to role play.”
“He’s joking,” Briar shoots me the death stare I used to get from her before she moved in.
Dr. Morales comes out from between her legs. Another person that gets to see how pretty Briar’s pussy is.
“Now I see why you’re such a sensation in your videos.” She slides back and takes off her gloves, standing and disposing of them in the trash. Dr. Morales goes over to a machine. “Since I think you’re barely ten weeks, I’m going to do a transvaginal ultrasound, if that’s okay?”
