I look away from the city surrounding us as we make our way to my OB/GYN’s office. Today is a special day. Not only are we going to my appointment together, which is something I didn’t think was ever going to happen, but it’s an ultrasound day. Not being able to schedule appointments during the week when I was still working for my father, since I didn’t want to answer any of the questions taking an afternoon or morning off would cause, really limited my appointments and pushed back this ultrasound.
Now, with Bridger driving us across the city, I’m glad he gets to experience this one.
Last night, with his arms wrapped around me and his lips against my neck, he rumbled, “Do you want to find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”
I tried to turn in his arms so I could look into his brown eyes. It took me more time than I would have liked to struggle through the movement, but I did it.
“Do you want to know?”
His mouth twisted into a frown, something I’ve come to realize he does when he’s really thinking about something. When his eyes cleared and he met my gaze, his voice was soft, “I just want the baby to be healthy. That’s the biggest thing.”
I fucking melted.
After leaning into him and aligning my body with his as much as I could with my bump in the way, I swiped my lips across his in a sweet kiss. His hand wrapped around the back of my neckto hold me in place. The way he deepened the kiss, like he was savoring me for the first time, had me dripping with need.
When he pulled back, I was a panting mess and there was lust swirling in his eyes. Lust I was hoping he’d give into.
He didn’t.
“I think I want to know,” I admitted. “I’d like to be able to prepare the nursery better and then we can talk about names that we like.”
“Whatever you want, Sweetheart,” he kissed my forehead.
Then he scooted down my body and, knowing what he wanted, I rolled onto my back. He pulled my nightgown up until it was bunched underneath my tits. His large hand moved over my bump before he moved close enough for his lips to graze my skin.
“Hi, my little heart,” he murmured. “How are you doing today?”
Even though he couldn’t feel it, I felt the baby move. Bridger’s eyes were so filled with love as he lowered his voice and started to whisper to our baby. My mind drifted as a feeling of peace settled over me. I didn’t listen to everything he said, but I caught snippets.
I already love you so much.
You’re going to be spoiled beyond belief.
I’m going to teach you so many things.
Maybe you’ll love to draw like I do. I hope so because then we can share my studio and paint side by side.
Whenever Bridger whispers to our little one, which is every night, I fall a little deeper in love with him. Sometimes he talksabout all the people he works with, our family. Sometimes he’ll tell them about what tattoos he’s been working on. It’s beyond sweet.
Our baby always moves when he talks. Knowing they’re learning their father’s voice always makes me feel warm and fuzzy. It’s special and I tuck those little memories away in my heart and soul.
When we park at the doctor’s office, Bridger comes around and opens the door for me before offering me his hand. The way he cares for me, in both little and big ways, makes my heart flutter. Once he leads me inside, I get checked in.
Bridger keeps looking around as we wait to be called back. I lean closer and murmur, “You don’t need to look so worried.”
“I’m surrounded by pregnant women,” he whispers back out of the side of his mouth.
“We’re not like a T-Rex. You don’t become invisible if you don’t move.”
He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head as I giggle. His hand comes up and wraps around the back of my neck to pull me a little closer. His lips land on my forehead in a sweet kiss before he brushes his lips against mine.
As much as I want to deepen the kiss, the nurse calling out, “Avery Page,” has me pulling back from him and pouting.
He grins at me before helping me stand up. I’m more than capable, but you won’t hear me complain. Not after spending the last four and a half months doing everything on my own. I’m more than willing to soak up the way he cares for me.
After going through the routine things of getting weighed and having my blood pressure taken, we’re ushered into anexamination room. I’m glad I don’t have to get undressed from the waist down for this appointment, that might be a little awkward given the present company.
Bridger’s eyes are wide and wary as he looks around the room. I don’t blame him, the posters on the wall are both informative and a little scary. The one with the chart about how a woman’s body changes, including all of our organs being pushed around to accommodate a growing uterus, is a little off putting.
