“Stupid kids,” I mumbled under my breath.
WALKER AND I stared at the monitor as Dr. Monroe searched for our baby. The moment the little peanut-shaped image appeared, I cried. It was the norm for me, these days.
The doctor did something with the computer and took a picture, then began typing the words “your baby” with an arrow pointing to the peanut on the screen.
“He’s beautiful,” Walker whispered.
A sob escaped my lips. “She is,” I whispered back.
The doctor laughed. “Well, she or he looks to be about seven to eight weeks. You gave me a date of conception. Are you sure about that, Liza?”
I smiled and nodded. “Pretty dang sure.”
Dr. Monroe pulled something out of his pocket and began sliding the tool around. “May twelfth is your due date. Going by the last day of your period, I’d say we’re on target. As long as you’re sure about the date of conception, I’m okay with leaving the due date as May twelfth. Of course, as the baby grows, we can get a better idea.”
Walker and I exchanged a glance. He quickly wiped a tear away and leaned down to kiss me. “May twelfth,” he said against my lips.
I giggled. “May twelfth,” I said, as I caressed the side of his face.
I turned back to Dr. Monroe. “How big is she right now?”
He gave me the sweetest smile. “About the size of a lentil bean.”
I put my hand up to my mouth as Walker said, “So tiny.”
Dr. Monroe smiled and said, “Yes, she is tiny, but very well-protected. I want you to start pre-natal vitamins right away, Liza. No alcohol or smoking.”
Walker helped me sit up as I swung my legs around to the side. My heart beat faster.
“Dr. Monroe. Is it going to hurt the baby if I’ve had alcohol since getting pregnant?” Walker looked at me. He was trying to remember when I’d had something to drink.
“How much did you have and when?” Dr. Monroe asked.
Swallowing hard, I said, “I had a drink in Florida when I was probably about a week pregnant. Then another drink the night we went to Lambert’s.”
Dr. Monroe took my hands. “Liza, honey you’re fine. A couple drinks are okay. Many women don’t know they’re pregnant right away, sometimes for up to two months. Just follow my directions now, get exercise, eat healthy and relax. Everything is perfect.”
Letting out the breath I’d been holding, I looked at Walker. He winked at me and mouthed, “I love you.”
Ten minutes later, I was leaning against Walker’s truck. “I have a surprise for you,” he said. “Unless you have to get back to Llano right away.”
“Nope. I told my parents that we were coming in for our first appointment. I know my mom wanted to come, but I told her next time. I wanted this to be just us.”
He kissed me on the nose. When he pulled back, his eyes were smoldering. My core clenched tightly. “Follow me in your car,” he said.
Tilting my head, I raised an eyebrow up at him. “Where?”
Walker opened up the door to his truck and pulled out a bag. He pulled out a red silk restraint and dangled it in front of me. “To a hotel. It’s playtime.”
I bit my lip and moaned. The wetness that flooded between my legs was unreal. I wanted to reach into my panties and relieve the pulsing.
I turned on my heels, walked over to my white 4Runner, and got in. My hands shook the entire drive to the hotel. When Walker pulled into the Omni, I smiled. I got out and took the ticket from the valet driver, thanking him. He was a young kid, probably eighteen. When he winked at me and flirted, I couldn’t help but giggle.
Walker came over and took my hand in his as we made our way to the front desk.
“Hurry, Walker. I’m so horny that I’d let you take me here in the lobby.”
Walker chuckled and walked up to the agent. “We’d like a room, please.”