How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,76
feet.
I braced myself for pain, but there was none.
He had me walk across the room a few times.
Cole was right at my side, just in case.
The transformation from Cockhead Cole to Elevator Guy and back was intense to experience.
“Okay,” Dr. Haime said. He clapped his hands together. “Everyone good now? Breathing fine? Need a drink?”
“I could use one,” I said with a smile.
“Not yet,” Dr. Haime said. “The baby is healthy. One hundred percent healthy. Size. Heart rate. Growth. You have nothing to worry about there, Maya. Now, as far as this pain goes… the baby is getting bigger and the room is getting smaller. The baby will keep growing and moving. My best guess is you have a pinched nerve or something like that on your right side. I’m sure with some chiropractor care, you could get that worked on, but for the time being, you might just have to deal with it. The pain you felt was nerve pain. Not the baby or anything like that. Okay?”
“So, you’re telling me the baby is already getting on my nerves?” I asked.
Dr. Haime burst into laughter. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
“And you’re sure?” Cole asked.
“Are you doubting me, Cole?” Dr. Haime asked.
“No, I’m being thorough. This is my… baby…”
“I’m sure,” Dr. Haime said. “And if anything changes, you call me. We meet right here again. Worst case, we meet at the hospital. But that won’t happen until it’s time for this little one to meet us all.” Dr. Haime reached back. “Now, I did something for you two. I know you were on the fence about finding out the sex of the baby last time we talked. I have it written down in this envelope. Do what you want with it.”
I took the small envelope and looked at Cole.
The look in his eyes said so much more than what he did.
He touched my face and took a deep breath.
I nodded.
Why can’t it be like this all the time?
I fell asleep with Cole next to me and woke to an empty bed.
The envelope with the sex of the baby inside and a note from Cole.
You make the call, Maya.
I think the pregnancy was a big enough surprise.
What do you think?
I sat up and bit my bottom lip.
I wanted to tear the envelope open and know.
The nursery still needed so much work.
Cole already told me when I was ready, I could get anything I wanted. I could hire painters, decorators, whatever my heart desired.
That, of course, was before I went back home.
Something happened when we weren’t together.
A woman?
I put the envelope down and exited the bedroom.
I smelled food and then saw Bev in the kitchen.
“Bev?” I asked.
She turned and pointed to her shirt.
Pregnant by my boss. Any other questions?
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Did you see the shirt?” Bev asked. “I had this idea. An entire line of pregnancy shirts. With the craziest sayings. Like… Yes, my tits are big. They’re full of milk. Want a drink? Or maybe… Heart is full of love. Stomach is full of tacos. Womb is full of some random guy’s baby. Oops.”
“Bev,” I said. “What are you doing here?”
“Fine. You win. Cole called me. Told me to be here. Heard you had a scare.”
“Yeah, it was something… Cole called you?”
“He didn’t want you alone. I made you some breakfast.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Cole called her?
I started to think.
Something was going on here.
I needed to get to the office.
But first… food.
Bev made me a plate and refused to give it to me right away.
“Look at the shirt again,” she said. “Tell me what you think.”
“The idea is great,” I said. “Offensive pregnancy shirts. I love it. I’ll buy them all.”
“Yes!” Bev yelled.
“Bev. Go home.”
“I’m not leaving you here alone.”
“I’m going to work,” I said.
“What?”
“I have to see Cole. Something is going on. I’m eating and leaving.”
“I’ll leave with you then.”
“Fine,” I said.
I ate fast, drank fast, and got changed fast.
I took a car to work while Bev took a car back to her apartment to keep working on her offensive pregnancy shirts.
When I got to the office, everyone wanted to know how I was feeling. And why I was there.
I just smiled, nodded, gave a two second story that I was fine, and then hurried to Cole’s office.
He wasn’t there.
But his phone was on his desk, the screen lit up.
I snuck across the floor and saw a text from his brother.