One Moment Please: A Surprise Pregnancy Standalone (Wait With Me #3) - Amy Daws Page 0,61
later, I wake with a raging fucking boner. Like I’m talking steel level hard here. I take an ice-cold shower, trying to wash away the sexual frustration coursing through my body. It’s also frustration in general. No matter how hard I try to control Lynsey, the girl just continues to fight me and makes things more difficult than they need to be. It’s infuriating.
Dressed in a pair of joggers and a white T-shirt, I head to the kitchen for a glass of water. It’s dark outside, and the only lights are a lamp and the TV in the living room.
Lynsey’s toes stick out over the armrest while I take a few long drinks from my glass. My jaw clenches with anxiety because I probably owe her an apology for snapping at her. Her doctor gave her the all-clear to be more physical, and I need to respect that.
Slowly, I make my way into the living room. She looks up from her phone long enough to notice me and drops her feet off the sofa so I can sit. Once seated, I grab her legs and place them on my lap so she can resume her position.
“I’m sorry for earlier,” I grind out, taking in her plaid pajama set with the lower buttons undone to reveal her belly. “I was tired from my shift, and you didn’t deserve to be scolded.”
She continues swiping at her phone. “It’s fine.”
I exhale heavily. Great, she’s punishing me with a mood. “Don’t you ever have a bad day at work?”
“No,” she says, still jabbing at her phone. “I actually love my job…unlike you.”
I frown at that remark. I’ve never told her I don’t like my job. I mean, it’s basically impossible to like. Shitty hours, shitty patients, overworked nurses, and not enough staff to get everything done properly. But she doesn’t know any of that.
“What makes you think I don’t like my job?” I ask, my brows furrowed as I watch her face glowing from her screen.
Her eyes slide to me, looking completely uninterested. “Because you’re miserable all the time.”
“I’m not miserable,” I snap.
“You’re not exactly cheery.” Her brows lift as she shrugs and keeps swiping.
“Not every human is meant to be cheery.” Why is she so goddamn interested in whatever is on her phone right now?
“How long have you been an ER doctor?” she asks, her eyes still not meeting mine.
I frown, wondering if she looked me up to see where I worked before. “Long enough,” I reply noncommittally.
“Too long,” she retorts, moving her phone to her other hand. “Anyone who looks like you on their way to work every day is in a rut, and you, Dr. Dick…are in a rut.”
“I told you I hate that nickname.”
She shrugs. “You kinda deserve it today.”
“If you’re going to pick a fucking fight with me, you could at least look at me, Jones.” I grab her phone.
“Hey!” she exclaims, sitting up and reaching for it.
My blood chills when her screen comes into view.
“You’re fucking swiping on Tinder?” I growl, my hand nearly breaking the phone into pieces as I stare at some douchebag’s picture.
“I only swipe left!” she exclaims, her cheeks heating with embarrassment. “I’m addicted to swiping! So many people out there looking for love.”
“Tinder is not where you go to find love,” I seethe, my entire body tensing.
Shit. We haven’t even discussed if she’s still seeing other fucking people.
“Tinder is where you go to find an STD!” My voice rises in pitch, and I move her legs off me to stand and pace the room. “And I guess I’m an idiot for thinking you were smart enough to stay the fuck off it while you’re pregnant with another man’s child.”
She sighs and stands, her small belly hanging out as she squares her feet up for battle. “I’m just swiping for the fun of it.”
“This isn’t fucking fun for me!” I roar, a white-hot branding iron searing my senses at the thought of her out with someone else when she’s in this state. “Do you seriously have so little respect for me or the baby that you’d put yourself at risk with random guys off Tinder?”
“I was never going to swipe right on any of them. And I love this baby!” she exclaims, her voice cracking as her eyes well with tears. “And I respect you, Josh, but we aren’t in a relationship. I have needs, so if swiping left or watching porn or using my vibrator in the tub are what I need to