All I Want For Christmas Is You - Penelope Ward Page 0,55

left in the microwave in the doctor’s lounge.

I followed the screaming—there was nothing quite like a woman screaming in pain from childbirth—and arrived in the room moments later.

That’s when I saw the smallest girl I’d ever seen on a gurney screeching at the top of her lungs with none other than my Doctor Hottie between her legs.

I shouldered up next to him as I washed my hands then slipped on some gloves.

“What’s going on?” I asked quickly.

“She’s having a baby,” a bitchy nurse replied.

I gave her a droll look.

“I realize that,” I said just as bitchily. “I mean, how close are we to having a baby.”

“We’re not,” came Soren’s reply. “She’s too small, and the baby is way too big. I’ve delivered a few babies in my time, but I don’t think this one is coming out the natural way.”

I saw what he meant moments later.

The girl was really that small.

And the head that was trying to come out was really that big.

“Baby measured large,” I admitted. “What’s the baby’s heart rate at?”

For the next twenty minutes, Soren and I worked together as we delivered the woman’s baby.

And when that baby finally did come out, it wasn’t just the people in the room that were surprised, it was everyone in the entire damn hospital.

The baby, which the mother named Noel Soren Christopherson, weighed in at a healthy eleven pounds fourteen ounces and was twenty-three inches long. Noel, who was born at 11:59 pm on Christmas Eve, was the cutest damn thing I’d ever seen.

After transporting mom and baby up to the postpartum unit, I went to the doctor’s lounge to clean up.

And by clean up, I meant totally and completely change my clothes, seeing as I had blood, shit and other things that I tried not to examine too closely.

It was as I was stepping into the doctor’s lounge in only a towel—I’d forgotten to take a change of clothes into the bathroom with me—that I realized that I wasn’t alone in there.

Because Soren was standing there with a basket of fruit in one hand, a banana in the other, and staring at me like I was a present just for him.

“Umm.” I hesitated as I looked at him. “You do realize that this is the women’s lounge, right?”

His teeth bit through the banana as he slowly nodded.

I’d never seen a man with a phallic object in his mouth look sexy before, but there was Soren, killing it.

“I was looking for you,” he admitted. “I was informed that you were in here, but when we came in here, they couldn’t find you, so they told me to stay and that they would go looking for you. Only, none of us thought to check the bathroom for you. Then I saw this fruit basket and thought I’d grab something to eat while I waited since I hadn’t eaten in a whole hour and a half…”

I started laughing then. “A whole hour and a half?”

He shrugged, his eyes once again trailing down to where my boobs were smooshed together, creating the illusion of cleavage.

“I get hungry. Doing CrossFit literally makes me starving twenty-three out of every twenty-four hours. It’s a constant battle.” He paused. “I, uh, hope you’ll come back.”

I smiled then and walked toward him, which was actually more toward my clothes than him, but his eyes dilated anyway.

“It’ll make you happy to know that I signed up for a three-month stint following the new year.” I paused. “If you can do it as a doctor, then so can I.”

His eyes sparkled.

“I just have to get some clothes first,” I admitted. “I have them in my cart, ready to go, I just have to be paid. Money being required to buy stuff is so stupid sometimes.”

His chuckle felt like he’d dragged a kiss all the way down the length of my spine. God, he was sexy. He just had no idea how much.

I moved around him then, bending over in front of my open locker to grab the bag off the bottom shelf.

That was when I felt my face heat because the towel that was wrapped around me was short, and I’d definitely felt some cool air on parts of my anatomy that I shouldn’t be showing him just yet.

Then again, I did have my hand on his very hard cock not too long ago…

Face burning, I turned around to see him eating his banana, still turned away.

Only, as I turned around to head back to the bathroom, the tips of