I’m going to release a sneak peek tonight and publish the Chronicle this week. Tried writing this one, but I spent the weekend being sick with the kids so I am going to call it a night and finish it this week.
Sorry about the delay. I hope this somewhat makes up for it 🙂
(I am 99% I haven’t shared this with you, but if I have let me know and I can find something else)
From Aidan’s Book
“Melanie? Shit! Melanie, wait up!” the jerk that had scared the hell out of her before showing her to a small exam room with an air conditioner on steroids, handing her a paper-thin exam gown that didn’t actually fit her before mumbling something about calling her doctor, and promptly pulling a disappearing act on her, which had lasted for five hours, thirty-two minutes and fifteen seconds, said.
Not that he’d left her completely alone since he’d been kind enough to send a nurse in to take her medical history, three different nurses in to take her vitals, four to take her blood, three to ask her to sign more release forms, two more to help her prepare for an exam, which to her surprise had been performed by his father, and then another to help right her after the very thorough examination that had left her on the verge of dying of mortification, before sending in four nurses, two medical assistants, a secretary and the office manager to tell her that it would only be a little bit longer.
When one of the nurses had popped her head back in a few minutes ago to ask her if she could put the paper-thin exam gown back on so that the doctor could double check something she’d decided that she’d had enough for today. After somehow managing to pull her shoes back on and tying them without toppling over, she’d grabbed her bag, headed for the door and decided that she’d rather walk the fifteen blocks to get home than ask the lying jerk for a ride.
Okay, so she’d also decided to take the long way home so that she could stop by Dixon’s bakery and reassure herself with eighty-five dollars and fifty-five cents, the amount that was in her bag, worth of baked goods that everything was okay while she tried to get her doctor on the phone so that she could find out what was going on with her baby. What she hadn’t planned on was the jerk that had made her stupidly believe that he’d cared only to pass the buck onto his father, running after her.
“Melanie, wait!” he yelled, and because she was six months pregnant and stuck at an intersection, she did just that.
“What is it?” she asked, sighing heavily as she turned around to face the man that was just screwing with her.
As she watched him jog towards her, she couldn’t help but note the similarities between him and Lucifer. They were both ruggedly handsome, kept their dark brown hair cut short, had killer green eyes and a flawless tan, they were tall and well-built and she couldn’t help but wonder how two brothers could be so different.
While everyone thought that Lucifer was an asshole, and okay, she’d admit that he had his moments, she didn’t really think that he’d earned the title. His brother on the other hand…
“I need you to come back to the office,” Aidan said when he finally reached her side.
“So that you can stick me in another small room where I can catch pneumonia, drain my blood, and maybe this time you can ask your mom to give me a pelvic exam?” she asked brightly, wondering why he was wasting her time when they both knew that he didn’t want anything to do with her or this baby.
At least he had the decency to wince, she noted as she turned around and decided that she’d more than earned a side of buttercream frosting to go along with her cupcakes. She didn’t get far before she found her path blocked by the man determined to…
Well, she honestly wasn’t sure what his game was, but she was done playing it. Sighing, she moved to walk around him, but since she couldn’t exactly waddle that fast he managed to step in her way and block her again.
“Look, I’m sorry about that, but we need to talk.”
“Is the baby okay?” she asked, cutting to the chase, because that’s all she really cared about.
“Yes,” he said and since that’s all she cared about, she sidestepped him only to come to a complete stop with his next words. “But you might not be.”
(Try not to hate on Aidan! Trust me!!!!!!!)
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