Winning my Best Friend's Girl - Piper Rayne Page 0,75
to get those two together, didn’t she?”
Allie smiles wide, nodding. “I want to be her when I grow up.”
Phoenix’s dark eyebrows shoot up. “Oookkkaayyy.”
“Did you call the family, Phoenix?” Kingston asks, looking all authoritative in his uniform. His ass is magnificent.
This is when I wish I could openly touch him. But he’s an EMT and I’m the ER doctor—hardly ethical if I’m groping him during work hours. At least in front of others.
“Not yet. I wanted to make sure.”
We all file into the hospital room. Dr. Foster is already there, head peering out from under the sheet.
“Whoa.” Kingston covers his eyes with his arm and backs up, pushing the rest of us to back up with him.
“You’ve seen plenty of pussies, King, don’t be a moron.” Phoenix slides by him and disappears into the room.
“Not my sister’s.” He cringes and looks at me. “Not my sister’s.”
I laugh and pat his shoulder. “I know. I know. You stay out here, and I’ll fill you in.”
Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Foster says Sedona is in active labor and since there’s no room up on the floor just yet, he’ll deliver her in the ER.
Dori’s voice sounds from down the adjacent hall, veering closer. “Thank you, Allie. My ungrateful grandchildren can’t even call me.” She rounds the corner. As she approaches, Kingston and I make the same sound—one of disbelief.
“Do you think she looked in the mirror?” Kingston whispers.
She points at us halfway down the hallway. “You two have finally come to your senses, but now I have to deal with Sedona. I’ll talk to you later.” She ducks into room eleven as Kingston and I share a look of shock.
“What the hell happened to your hair?” Phoenix asks.
“I was just at Clip and Dish. What’s wrong?”
“If you don’t want people to make jokes to you about Dory the fish, you need to tell them to tone down the blue in your hair. They’re gonna start calling you Smurfette.”
Leave it to Phoenix to speak her mind.
“Well, Smurfette was hot, so I’m not sure that’s an insult. Sedona dear, how are you?”
Kingston’s hand slyly slides behind me and he leans in close. “I’d do about anything to be buried inside you right now.”
“How about I meet you at your apartment after your shift? Sedona should be here with the baby.”
He pulls his keys from his pocket and takes off his house key. “Be naked in my bed.”
I take the key and put it inside the pocket of my white lab coat. “See you then.”
“Hey, King, we got a call,” Lou says.
“Shit, can you call me if she has the baby? I wish I could stay but…”
I look up and down the hall before kissing him once. “Go, I’ll let you know. She’s in good hands.”
“Well, I know that. Your hands are fucking amazing.”
“I meant Dr. Foster.” I chuckle and push him down the hall.
Kingston puts his hands on his chest as if he has breasts. I shake my head until he blows me a kiss and turns to Lou, the two of them walking out the sliding doors.
God, I love that man.
Twenty-Eight
Kingston
It’s been two weeks since Stella and I got together. The fact that she’s lying in my bed right now, sprawled out like an octopus, lightly snoring, still makes my heart pitter-patter like a lovesick fool’s.
A nap was essential after both of us had to work horribly long shifts this past week. That wasn’t the first thing on our agenda though, which is why we’re both naked.
The small cry in the other room causes Stella to stir. So I pull on a pair of sweatpants and tiptoe out of my room. Sedona named my new niece Palmer Doris Bailey and if she wasn’t already Grandma Dori’s favorite, she is now. Now it’s just a running joke between all us Baileys that Sedona is a kiss-up.
I swoop my niece out of her bassinet next to Sedona, who’s also asleep in her bed. Palmer looks at me with her big blue eyes like her father’s.
“Hungry, wet, or just needy?” I ask softly, going into the kitchen to grab the breast milk that Sedona’s been pumping.
Another reason Stella and I are exhausted is because we’ve been helping Sedona as much as we can when we’re not working. I put the bottle in the warmer and carry Palmer to the changing table.
“You’re going to make me a pro by the time it’s my turn,” I whisper, and she smiles, letting out a puff of gas as soon as