Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,386

so goddamned long to make our second baby.

Doctor Fawna called us to the examination room, but Sammy wasn’t as hyped for the sonogram as we were. I knelt on the floor and pulled the Nerf football from my pocket.

“Keep your eye on the ball, Sammy,” I said. “Ready? One. Two…”

The pass was good. The kid’s hand-eye coordination…not so much. I pelted him in the face.

Good thing he had a sense of humor. Sammy laughed, clapped, and kicked the ball across the room.

“Bad boy, Daddy!”

Leah grinned. “That’s right. Bad Boy Daddy.”

“You love it,” I said.

“I think you do too.”

She giggled. Even my straight-laced Kiss liked the attention.

Besides, who needed to be humble when I looked this good, kissed that well, and fucked a baby into her? I gave my family the happily-ever-after they deserved. That was a job well done in my book, complete with a second championship and all the glory that came with it.

Nothing was gonna bring us down.

Doctor Fawna clapped her hands. “Okay, love-birds. Let’s get a look at that baby.”

Leah sucked in a breath as the cold gel spurted on her belly. “We’ve been trying for so long. Over a year. Nothing took. But now…” She puffed her hair from her eyes. “This pregnancy is kicking my butt. I don’t remember being this sick with Sammy.”

I pulled him into my lap and ruffled his hair. “Hear that, Sam? You’re gonna be Mom’s favorite.”

Leah groaned. “Don’t make me put you in time-out, Jack.”

“Uh-oh.” Sammy pointed at me with a scowl. “Don’t make Momma mad!”

“Yeah, Jack. Don’t make momma…”

Doctor Fawna hummed an odd sound. Leah quieted. I froze. My heart dropped and my balls recoiled.

Sammy babbled, but I stared only at the doctor.

“What?” Leah twisted her fingers in the gown. “Is everything…”

Doctor Fawna cleared her throat. “I…would like to bring a consult in.”

Leah’s hand darted out. “Jack.”

I moved quicker to her side than I had scrambled during the championship game. I took her hand and squeezed.

“What’s happening?” I couldn’t see much on the scan, but hell. It wasn’t like I understood anything that happened in Leah’s uterus. I left that business to her and worshiped her for it. “Is something wrong?”

“Don’t worry.” Doctor Fawna said. My cue to panic. “I’ll be right back.”

The door closed behind her. I held Leah down before she leapt off the table.

“Oh, no, no, no.” She cleared her trembling with a solid breath. “Okay. We need to make a plan. If something’s wrong, we need options. Things we can do.”

“Whoa.” I pulled the phone from her hands before she made any lists. “We’ve got enough plans, Kiss. Schedules on the fridge, life-goals mapped out through 2050. We don’t need to worry. She’s only bringing in another doctor. It’s probably nothing.”

Sammy climbed the chair beside her. He reached for his momma with a big grin and offered her the toy truck he’d snuck out of the house.

“Here,” Sammy said. “Be good.”

“Thank you, baby.” Leah kept her voice light. “But why don’t you play with it?”

“Wanna play ball.”

Me too.

Football was simpler than this.

I’d have taken an entire charging defensive line over the agonizing minutes passing in the quiet of the doctor’s office.

He threw the nerf football. I grabbed it before it smacked into the sonogram equipment.

“Okay, Sammy,” I said. “Go long.”

He tripped over his feet and fell face-first into a plant. Fingers crossed he’d figure out which foot to put ahead of the other before pee-wee tryouts in a couple years.

Doctor Fawna returned. She introduced a smiling, sprite of a woman, flittering over the electronics.

“I’m Doctor Flora,” she said. “I’ve got a good gift for getting these pesky computers to show us what we want. Why don’t you scoot your butt down here, and we’ll do the transvaginal scan to see what’s cooking?”

I held Leah’s hand as the sonogram screen popped up, offering a clearer view of the fuzzies and blobs that made up the woman I loved.

Doctor Flora laughed. “Oh, you were right.”

Doctor Fawna sighed. “I didn’t want to scare the poor darlings.”

“What?” I stared at the image. Unless the damn sonogram spelled out the results in a bottom-of-the-screen crawler that included last night’s baseball scores, I couldn’t read a damn thing.

But Leah could.

And her vice grip on my hand nearly dropped to my knees. She squeezed, too tight, and I counted the millions of dollars each finger was worth as she ground my bones into dust.

“You’re not serious,” Leah whispered. “That’s…that’s gotta be wrong.”

“What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

Doctor Fawna pointed to the screen. “One.