Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Emmett

B riar twirls her finger in the air. "Turn around, I have to take my pants off."

Briar has accomplished something not many have before her—she's silenced me. I have no idea what to say.

"This isn't how I imagined the first time I'd see your pussy." I turn to face the wall and stare at a poster that showcases all the stages of pregnancy.

"How did you imagine you'd first see my vagina?"

"With my head between your thighs." I love the fact she didn't squirm and asked a question in response. Briar can always give as good as she gets.

"Want to do your worst before the doctor comes in?" I hear the rustling of the paper sheet the nurse gave her. "There're stirrups and everything."

"You're tempting me to prove to you that I'll do it."

"You can turn around." When I do, she's sitting on the edge of the bed with the paper sheet over her. This is a lot harder than I imagined. "Eyes up here."

"You have no idea the control this is taking me."

She laughs. "You act as if we're actually together, and I give you access to my body whenever you want."

A man can dream, right?

Before I can come back with a witty remark, there's a knock on the door. "All ready, Briar?"

"Yes." She points at me to sit back down.

I do so like an obedient dog because I have no fucking clue how I'm going to get out of this appointment without a red face and saying something inappropriate.

A doctor with a white jacket comes in and eyes me first, then Briar. She shakes Briar's hand. "I'm Dr. Morales."

"Hi. This is Emmett." She thumbs my way.

I put out my hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Well, you're the talk of the waiting room." She goes to the sink and washes her hands. "Parker outed you." She laughs.

"Yeah, we met her," I say, still unsure what to think about that interaction.

"I think everyone did. She's a lovely woman."

"And persistent," Briar says.

Dr. Morales wipes her hands with the paper towels and tosses them in a trash can. "That she is." She sits on the stool in front of the computer, scanning her badge to unlock it. "So, you're pregnant?"

Briar nods.

"Did this happen naturally or through fertility treatments?"

"Naturally. It was a surprise." Briar cringes.

Dr. Morales stares at her as though she doesn't understand Briar's reaction.

"We weren't going to try so soon," I say, hoping to lead her away from the truth of the situation and the fact that I'm not the father.

"Well, a baby is a great surprise, but having four of my own, I can say that even when you plan it, you're never quite ready." She turns to Briar. "Do you remember the first day of your last period?"

I shouldn't be here for this conversation. This is not a pretend husband's place, but I guess if I'm pretending, then I should be here. My brain is so scrambled right now, wondering how the hell I've found myself in this position.

Because you're a nurturer, and Briar needs a reliable person right now.

What she doesn't need is a dick, especially my dick in her pussy.

Briar answers all her questions. Dr. Morales is very nice and what I'd imagine a doctor who delivers babies would be like.

"I'd like to do an ultrasound to make sure the positioning is good in the womb. We might even be able to hear the heartbeat depending on how far along you are."

Briar's head whips toward me with shock. Are we ready for that step? No. No, we're not. Gillian should be here to hold Briar's hand. Hell, asshat should really be here, but he's too busy raising his other kids and cheating on his wife.

"Lie down," Dr. Morales instructs, and Briar's back falls to the table.

Then Dr. Morales pulls out the stirrups and gently guides Briar's heels to rest in them.

I'm trying not to look, but how can I not? This is the weirdest situation I've ever been in. A girl I'm attracted to is lying on a table with her legs in stirrups, about to have a pelvic exam.

"Just relax. It won't take long." Dr. Morales ducks under the sheet, her stool sliding along the floor.

"You're where I like to be," I say.

Briar's mouth hangs open, and her eyes bore into mine.

Dr. Morales peeks out, laughing. "That's not one I've heard before."

"Really? It felt a little lame, but I tend to make jokes in awkward?—"

"Why don't you come hold my hand, hubby?" Briar holds out her hand toward me with a "shut up" expression on her face.

I walk over to her. I slide my hand into hers, and she squeezes so tightly, my knees almost buckle. Doesn't she know this is only gonna fuel me to embarrass her more?

"Can we take one of these paper gowns home?" I ask. "We like to role play."

"He's joking," Briar shoots me the death stare I used to get from her before she moved in.

Dr. Morales comes out from between her legs. Another person that gets to see how pretty Briar's pussy is.

"Now I see why you're such a sensation in your videos." She slides back and takes off her gloves, standing and disposing of them in the trash. Dr. Morales goes over to a machine. "Since I think you're barely ten weeks, I'm going to do a transvaginal ultrasound, if that's okay?"

"What does that mean?" I ask, and Dr. Morales laughs.

"Sure, it's fine." Another glare from Briar on the bed.

She's the one who demanded I come in here. I was willing to wait with my new bff in the waiting room.

Dr. Morales turns off the lights.

"Mood lighting, I like it," I say.

Dr. Morales laughs again, enjoying my jokes, but Briar keeps trying to break my fingers with her squeezes.

"Please excuse him, he's practicing his dad jokes for when this little guy or girl is twelve."

Dr. Morales goes to the ultrasound machine and takes out what looks like a huge-ass dildo.

"Whoa, you're making me insecure now," I say.

"Seriously?" Briar turns to me. "Sorry again," she says to Dr. Morales.

"This one usually makes the men a little uneasy, but don't look at it as competition." She laughs at her own joke and earns a giggle from Briar.

"I'm never jealous. I know how to satisfy—" My words stop when I watch her put what looks like a condom and lube on the wand. "You're going to…"

She takes it out of the holder. "Would you like to guide it, Briar, or do you want me to?"

I raise my hand. "Can I do it?"

"This isn't a game at the fair," Briar says. "You can do it, Dr. Morales."

The wand disappears under the sheet, and I watch Briar for a reaction to having something so long inside her. Based on her lack of a response, she could definitely handle me. Yeah, that one was lame.

Then the screen is all black and white, and Briar's head turns to watch as Dr. Morales does whatever she does.

"I'd say you're about eleven weeks," Dr. Morales says.

"Really? I swore?—"

"We can never tell the exact date of conception if you're very sexually active. But everything looks really good." She touches the screen, and a whooshing sound comes out of the monitor. "Let's get this little one's heartbeat, shall we?" I see her hand moving under the sheet, then a fast heartbeat sounds throughout the room. "There we go."

It all seems so real now that I can hear the baby inside her.

Briar watches intently, tears slipping down her cheeks onto the paper sheet. "It's so fast."

"That's normal. Your little one looks perfect. I'm going to take a few pictures for you to take with you. Congratulations to you both."

The heartbeat sound stops, but I still stare at the screen, unsure what to say.

Dr. Morales glances at me and laughs. "Dads always get a little edgy at the first ultrasound. They get nervous that it's all real, and they're going to have another one to take care of."

Briar looks at me. "Are you okay?"

I swallow past the golf ball-sized lump in my throat. "Yeah. Of course."

I mean, the baby isn't mine. But it's so fragile and innocent, growing in Briar's stomach. How do I already feel such an attachment just from hearing the heartbeat? Just from being there for its mother?

"Okay, I'll let you get dressed," Dr. Morales says. "Make an appointment in a month from now. I'll give you a prescription for prenatal vitamins. If anything happens that's unusual, you call. I saw you're from Willowbrook. I'm happy to be your doctor, but would you like if I partnered with a physician closer to you in case?—"

"No!" Briar practically shouts. No, she's not acting suspicious at all. "We're happy to drive up here. Thank you, though."

Dr. Morales nods and points at me. "I'm hoping for a fresh set of jokes on the next visit. I like you." She smiles at both of us and walks out the door.

Briar steps down from the table. "What's with the jokes?" She tries to wrap the paper sheet around her waist, but it tears. She scrambles to fix it.

"She liked my jokes."

"Turn around," she says, twirling her finger.

I hear the crumpling of the sheet and her sighing.

"Come on. They were funny."

"Maybe a little bit." She comes to my side, fully dressed. "Ready?"

"You don't have to ask twice. It felt like a torture chamber in here." I open the door for her.

"You weren't the one with her legs spread and a giant dildo thing inside her." She walks past me toward reception.

"That doesn't sound so bad if you're a woman."

She stops and turns to me. "Then next time, we'll stick the wand up your ass. Tell me how comfortable that is."

I hold up my hands. "I meant torture chamber because your pussy was right there, and I couldn't even take a peek or a lick."

Her face flushes, and it's the cutest thing.

"You're thinking about my face between your legs, aren't you?"

"No." She spins around.

"You so are." I grin.

She ignores me and makes her next appointment with a red face.

Yeah, I think Briar Adams might like me if even just a little. And I shouldn't like that fact as much as I do.