Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
He grunts out a husky laugh that’s cut short when I slip onto the hospital bed wedged between us. “It’s okay,” I promise, hating the concern in his eyes. “We’re okay.”
I wait for him to nod before squirting the fluid onto my rounded belly and grabbing up the ultrasound wand. JR watches me like a hawk until the image of our daughter appears on the screen next to his head. He’s seen pictures of her and attended every ultrasound, but since this equipment is far more superior than the ultrasound machine at Saint Frances, he’s never seen her in 3D detail like this.
“That’s her leg,” I advise when he runs his finger across her tibia bone on the ultrasound screen. “And this is her hand, chin, and tiny little nose.” I take my time pointing out every adorable feature before changing the angle. “And that’s her…” I’m about to say booty, but with her having a body part I’m not anticipating, I choke on the word.
“I don’t think girls are meant to have one of those,” JR signs, his happiness seeing his hands move a million miles an hour.
“No, I don’t think so either. Raquel!” I shout, confident she’d never leave valuable equipment like a portable 3D ultrasound machine unattended.
When she pops her head into the room, I ask, “Can you please confirm something for me?” I wait for her to nod before scanning the wand past the bottom of our ‘daughter.’ “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”
“Do you mean a penis, Dr. Jae? Because if that’s what you’re seeing, yep! I’m seeing the same thing.” Her lips twist as she recalls the hundreds of pink baby products I’ve purchased the past eight weeks. “Who did your twenty-week scan?”
“Meeka at Saint Frances.” I groan at the same time Raquel mutters, “I told you she has no clue what she’s doing.”
“Be sure to pass on your findings to Isaac. If he wants to trim the fat from Saint Frances, he should start with her.”
Raquel steps back with her hands held in the air when JR growls about her curling her arms around my back to help me into a half-seated position.
“Gentle, tiger. She isn’t hurting me.”
I’m reminded that Raquel is exactly like her big sister when she says with a shimmer, “Although I may consider it if I’m awarded another one of those growls. Damn, girl, you weren’t joking when you said they could get you off. I’m hot all over.”
“And being paged,” I interrupt when a code-three alarm rips through the ER.
That takes care of her impish grin and sees me once again alone with JR.
“Lucky you stuck with natural varnish for the baby room, hey?” He’s been renovating Cecil’s cabin the past ten months. We now have a flushable toilet, two bedrooms, and a kitchen that doesn’t require the fire to be operating to be functional. Solar panels are an amazing thing but having a man who knows how to use his hands is even better.
Along with all the furniture we own, JR made our dau… son’s crib. He hand-molded every piece of wood he sourced from the woodlands bordering our property. I love it as much as the hundreds of rolls of toilet paper I stuffed into the back seat of the all-terrain SUV I purchased specifically to ensure not even a snowstorm will stop us reaching Saint Frances Hospital when our son arrives in three short months.
Some may say I’ve gone a little overboard with the number of ‘essential items’ I’ve stuffed into every nook and cranny of our cabin, but I know how life-changing a blizzard can be, and there’s no such thing as being too optimistic.