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His lips curve. "You make me sound like I've just offered you a million dollars."
More than!
"But yes, I can tell, and in fact, it's already clear—-"
"Is it a girl?" I blurt out.
"Yes."
My eyes start to sting.
My baby.
My baby girl.
Oh, baby girl, hello.
After wiping the gel from my stomach and helping me sit up, Ronan explains what likely caused my pain. "Round ligament pain."
He says so many more things after that, but I'm unable to concentrate.
I'm having a baby girl!
Ronan hands over my prescription, adding, "No heavy lifting at the bookstore and make sure you're drinking plenty of fluids." He makes a final note in my chart before looking at me. "That's it."
Silence continues, and I finally ask, "Aren't you going to ask me who the father is?"
"No." His response is immediate but gentle.
"Why?"
"Because it's your choice if you want to tell me or not."
He scribbles something else on his prescription pad.
"Another prescription?" I ask blankly.
Ronan hands it to me. "A reference."
I blink, confused. "To another doctor? Why?"
His gaze bores through me. "Why do you think?"
"But I'm not going to make trouble—"
"You were trouble the moment you stepped foot in my clinic, Acacia."
Oh.
"I can't be attracted to my own patient."
I'm about to laugh this off when Ronan rises to his full height, and...oh.
That can't be a banana in his pocket, but...
Really?
"I'm five months pregnant," I blurt out.