The Curve Ball - Samantha Lind Page 0,40
head and spray the wall, washing away the mess I just made. I quickly finish up before shutting the water off and getting out. Once I’m toweled off, I head for my closet. I pull on a clean pair of boxer briefs, then a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I quickly run a comb through my hair then toss on my baseball hat.
I slip into some sandals and then head back out to the kitchen, where I find Riley placing Evie in her car seat. The diaper bag is sitting next to her, looking like it’s already been packed for our morning outing. “Need any help?” I offer a few seconds later.
“I think we’re all good,” Riley states, looking up at me for a split second before her focus returns to Evie and getting her ready for us to leave.
“Here,” I say once Evie is buckled, but before Riley can pick the seat up. “Let me carry her. You can grab the diaper bag,” I say.
“Sure.”
We both head for the garage door, I stop to hold the door open for Riley. I reach over and snatch my keys and wallet off the table once she’s passed through. I slip my wallet in my back pocket then pat all of my other ones to make sure I have my phone with me. Once satisfied that I have everything that I need, I secure Evie into the back seat, snapping her car seat into the base like I’ve done it a time or two now.
Once in the driver’s seat, Riley gives me the address of where we’re going so I can plug it into my GPS. Once that populates on the screen, we’re off to the appointment.
It takes maybe ten minutes to get to the doctor's office. Before we get out of the car, I pull my baseball had down just a tad bit lower on my head. I hope no one recognizes me while we’re here. The last thing I need is someone snapping a picture of me with Evie and leaking it to the press. So far, I haven’t received any messages about anything being leaked yet, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time. Lucas should be working on that press release for me, hopefully today.
We enter the doctor's office and head straight for the receptionist's desk. I hand over my insurance card, realizing that I haven’t yet had Evie added to my insurance. The front desk lady assures me that it is okay, and they can put the information on file and get things sent to them in a few days, once I can get her added. I never even thought of that until now. I make sure to add Riley, along with my parents and Jillian, as people who can have access to Evie’s medical records. Erica had already listed me on the paperwork as her father, so that wasn’t an issue, at least.
With all the paperwork taken care of, I follow Riley to an open seat. Thankfully, it is tucked away from the main entrance and allows me to be out of the main view as people enter and exit. I pull my phone from my pocket as we wait and shoot off a quick text to Derek, asking him if he can stop into the team's office and ask what I need to add Evie to my insurance. I’m sure there's some kind of paperwork that I’ll need to fill out, and maybe they’ll give it to him to bring to me.
“Evelyn.” A nurse calls out my daughter’s name from an open doorway. Riley and I both stand and I grab the baby carrier and head towards the nurse. I know the moment she recognizes me, as her eyes go all big like saucers, but she quickly recovers as we reach her. “Right this way,” she says, a blush flushing her cheeks.
“Thanks,” Riley tells her as we follow her down a hallway. We stop at an alcove that has a scale and a measurement device on the wall to measure kids' heights.
“We need to get Evelyn’s weight and length, can you please take her out of the seat and strip her down to her diaper?” the nurse asks. I watch as she takes out a paper sheet and places it on a device on the counter.
Thankfully, Riley is with me as she’s already taken Evie from her seat and has laid her down and is starting to remove her clothes.
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