“Are you ready to know the sex?”
Oliver lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine while he waits for me to answer the doctor. I nod my head because I’m so overwhelmed at the moment that I don’t think I can get any words out.
“Yes.” He answers for me when he sees I can’t form words while keeping his eyes locked with mine.
“You’re having yourself a baby girl,” she tells us. I smile so big my whole face begins to hurt. For the first time since I met Oliver he smiles too. His eyes soften as he turns his head, kissing my side. I have to fight a gasp. The feel of his mouth on my body has my mind rushing back to the night we spent together. The night we made our baby girl. The night I think I fell in love with him. I didn’t know it was love at that point but here, now, in this room, I can feel it. I know with everything that I am that Oliver was meant to be mine. If he would only let those walls down and I could stop running.
The nurse breaks me from my thoughts as he wipes the gel from my stomach. “We’ll give you a minute,” the doctor says. “You can get dressed.” I watch as they both leave the room, shutting the door behind them.
“A girl,” Oliver says as his mouth drifts lower, kissing more of my stomach. “You feel her move?” He looks up at me again.
“I think I do. I’ll feel a little flutter and think it’s her, but I’m not real sure.”
“Will you tell me next time? I want to feel her.”
“You’d have to touch me.” I raise an eyebrow at him. I’m starting to think there is more to Oliver keeping his distance from me than I’m actually realizing.
“You want my touch?” His hand comes up, hovering over my stomach. I can tell from his expression that he wants to touch me right now more than anything but something is still holding him back.
“I never told you that you couldn’t.” In all fairness, I had run from him. Still, he walked into my condo and kissed, then cuffed me. Soon after that is when he went to hands-free mode, causing me to worry. Causing me to think that I’d misjudged what we had together. That it wasn’t as special to him as it was to me.
His hand gently comes down onto my stomach. My breath stills for a moment as he glides his hand over me. I close my eyes, enjoying his touch. Realizing how much I’ve longed for this. How much I’ve craved his affection. The need to be close to him is all that I can think about at this moment.
I lean up on my elbow, allowing the gown to open more, revealing almost all of my naked breasts to him. His hand stops roaming my body as his eyes travel up.
“I didn’t think you could get more beautiful.”
“I think my agent would disagree with you.” I let out a humorless laugh. “I was starting to think that you don’t find me attractive anymore. I read about this happening in one of those articles. How some fathers no longer find their wives sexy anymore after they get pregnant.” I drop my head. It was on a stupid blog but it had popped back into my head when Oliver kept avoiding me.
“Your agent sounds like an asshole,” he grits out. “I’d have to be dead not to find you attractive. You were always perfection. You always had this glow about you but now. Now you shine.”
“You could have fooled me. I was starting to think that you thought I said leprosy instead of pregnancy with the way that you’ve been avoiding me.” We both remain silent for a moment but his hand keeps on stroking my belly. With each pass of his fingers, the wetness between my legs grows, causing a small whimper to escape my lips.
“I haven’t been touching you because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
My legs part. “Again, not asking you to stop.” My whole body throbs now as his hand drifts lower. No matter how many times I’ve tried to fix the throb between my legs when I think about our night together, I can never come like he made me.
“I’ve been acting like an asshole because I am an asshole. I want you so badly I fucking ache for it. You’re right there but I’m not supposed to touch you. It’s driving me crazy.” His fingers glide across the top of my panties.
“You’re driving me crazy right now.” My hips lift off the exam table. A whimper comes from me. His fingers stop suddenly at the edge of my panties, and I let out a small cry.