Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I stared at my younger brother, knowing something about how he felt. When I started to have feelings for Maebh, it freaked me out, but I couldn’t imagine my life without her. The only difference between me and Trevor was that I stopped running to other women, and he hadn’t.
“Maybe that’s what he needs,” I said, feeling all their eyes on me.
“What do you mean?” Tripp asked.
Turning away from Trevor, I said, “He needs to lose her, to see what he has right in front of him.”
Maebh and I sat in the doctor’s office and waited. My leg jumped up and down as I looked at the different posters hanging on the walls. My eyes wandered over to the model fallopian tubes on the counter and then back to the stirrups.
“This room freaks me the fuck out,” I stated.
Maebh looked up from the magazine she was reading. “Why?” She wore a smirk on her face.
“There’s posters of vaginas on the wall. One with a fucking baby coming out of it.” I shivered. “Look, over there…fake fallopian tubes! Why in the fuck do you need fake fallopian tubes?”
Her gaze swung to where I was pointing, and she shrugged. “I don’t know, but I’m sure they’re there for a reason.”
I rolled my eyes. “And there is lube on the counter. Lube, Maebh! And you are wearing a paper fucking coat that I swear you can read the Lord’s Prayer through. What the hell kind of place is this?”
“Would you stop it? I told you to stay in the waiting room. You were the one who had to see what this was all about.”
Standing, I walked up to the stirrups. “And these. You’re not putting your feet in these, are you? Cause I’m going to have to punch the living fuck out of this doctor if you do.”
Maebh covered her mouth and laughed before dropping her hands and saying, “Cord, maybe you should go out to the waiting room.”
“Hell no. Mitchell and Tripp talk about coming back here with Harley and Corina all the time. I want to be here for you.”
“Be here for me? I think I’ve got it. I’m not pregnant, they are. I’m sure it’s very different when you’re pregnant and when you’re coming in for an exam.”
Shit. I hadn’t thought about it that way. Maybe I should head to the waiting room. Before I had a chance to make a decision, a light tap on the door had us both looking that way.
I jumped back, and Maebh set the magazine down on the table.
“Come in!” my future wife said in a cheerful voice, as if she was inviting someone into her home for dinner and a movie.
The door opened and a guy not much older than Tripp walked in. A good-looking guy.
Hell fucking no.
“Maebh O’Sullivan?” he asked with a stupid-ass smile on his face.
Prick.
“That’s me!” Maebh said, holding up her hand with one finger pointed to herself. I looked over at her and snarled. She gave me a half shrug and mouthed what, looking all innocent.
“I’m Dr. Buten.”
I laughed. “Ah, dude, I hate to break it to you, but Dr. Buten delivered me, and I’m pretty damn sure you aren’t that much older than me.”
He turned to see me and reached his hand out for mine while he chuckled. “Dr. Jon Buten, Junior. That’s my father you’re referring to. Jon Buten, Senior.”
I gripped his hand hard as we shook.
“And you are?” he asked, pulling his hand out and shaking it while he flashed me a smirk.
Pussy.
No, wait, definitely the wrong word to use to describe this guy. He looks at pussies all day long, so I’m gonna have to stick with prick.
“Her fiancé. Cord Parker.”
His smile grew bigger. “Tripp, Steed, and Mitchell Parker’s brother?”
I nodded. “That’s me.”
Dr. Buten took a seat and motioned for me to do the same. “I delivered Paxton and Corina’s baby, and I’m Harley’s doctor, as well. Actually, I see both of your sisters, too.”
My body quivered, and I made a gagging sound. “Dude, knowing you’re looking at all my sisters and sister-in-laws, plus my future wife, is sort of freaking me out.”
“Cord!” Maebh gasped.
Dr. Buten laughed and turned to Maebh. “So, it’s Maebh? Correct?”
“Yes, May with a v,” Maebh replied.
“Welcome. We’re glad to have you as a patient. I hear you’re getting married.” He glanced my way and smiled.
“Yes,” Maebh and I answered together. Her answer was polite; mine stated that she was mine, so this motherfucker better not get any ideas with that lube sitting there.
“Are we thinking kids right away, or waiting?”
Maebh and I looked at each other, and I let her speak. I’d do whatever my Irish cailin wanted.
“I think we’re going to wait a wee bit. I’d like to spend some time with me lad, before it’s late night feedings and no sleeping for days.”