One Moment Please: A Surprise Pregnancy Standalone (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,40

already filled out and up there if you want to look at it.”

“Why would I want to know your medical history?”

“Well, considering the fetus you’re carrying inside you has half of my DNA, I thought you might want to be informed.” Not to mention, I need to know her family history so if any potential problems exist, I can be ahead of the game.

“Would you stop calling it a fetus?” Lynsey snaps, touching her belly for a moment before grabbing my sheet. She pauses to look at it for a moment. “Your grandfather had diabetes?”

“Adult onset,” I state by way of explanation.

“All of your grandparents are still alive?” she asks, turning curious eyes to me. “How old are you?”

“I’m thirty-four,” I reply like I’m in the middle of a job interview even though that would be a completely unacceptable interview question. “My parents had me young.”

Her brows pinch. “Are you close to your family?”

I nod on reflex even though things have been different since I returned to Boulder a few years ago. “My parents live here in town and so do my grandparents. Except for my dad’s parents right now. They winter in Arizona.” A pang of unease creeps in as I imagine telling my parents about this situation. I push that thought to the back of my mind. I have weeks to tell them. Months even. There’s no need to bring them into this situation anytime soon.

Lynsey is quiet for a while as she absorbs this information. “My parents are local too. And I have one grandma still living,” she says quietly. “She lives on acreage outside of Greely.”

I nod and glance down at the paper. “Be sure to put that all on the medical history. There’s a clipboard in the side pocket of your door.”

Fifteen minutes later, Lynsey has finished her form just as I pull up to a brown brick building with a big sign that says Frontera Street Wellness Center.

Lynsey frowns over at me. “Seriously, what are we doing?”

Without answering, I slide out of the car, open her door, and guide her inside. We turn left down a hallway and she stops dead in her tracks when I reach to open a door that has the text: Eve Gunthrie, LMFT scrawled on it.

“Are you taking me to see a freaking therapist?” she hisses, her eyes wide and accusing. “I thought you accusing me of being crazy was a joke. Like some sick form of flirting that only a true sadist could pull off.”

Her hands are balled into small fists.

I frown. “I’m not taking you to see a therapist. I’m taking us to see a therapist. You said we didn’t know each other, Lynsey. This woman is the best family and marriage counselor in Boulder. I had to call in a favor to get an appointment. You should see her credentials.”

“I know her credentials!” she exclaims, her voice reaching that shrill volume that I’ve heard a handful of times by now. “I read her book on split families, and it was really insightful. But I think you’re ignoring the important fact that you and I are not married!”

I turn to face her, feeling the tension billowing off her like steam. “A relationship between two people having a baby together is a unity…of sorts. This woman is a professional and doing a session together will help us get to know each other. I thought with your background in psychology, you’d respect this.”

She rolls her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. “I can’t believe this is your idea of getting to know each other.”

Fuck. I can’t believe she’s not into this. Maybe I had it wrong.

Suddenly, her eyes shoot to mine, and she jabs her finger into my chest. “We’ll talk to this woman because it’d be disrespectful to cancel now. But the first thing we’re going to talk about is the fact that you need a wake-up call on how relationships with humans actually work.”

An hour later, we’re back in my car, and my mind is reeling with everything that was discussed in such a short amount of time. The session started off rough when the counselor said her normal couples are people who have been romantically involved more than one time. But when I explained our situation and our goals, she adjusted her protocol and ran with it. Thank fuck.

We discussed our parents and the fact that we both have siblings. Lynsey’s lives nearby and she spends loads of time with her nieces, whereas my