Page 64 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

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H ere I am again, sitting on this bed, waiting for my doctor to come in for my twenty-week exam. Marco was insistent on me seeing Dr. Rossi, their on-call doctor, and whatever OBGYN they approve of. Fuck what Marco and those stupid papers say, I’ll see whatever doctor I please.

During this appointment, we’ll accomplish several things.

One, I get to know what my baby’s biological sex is.

Two, if this baby is the result of Marco’s dumbass sperm.

Three, I get to see my baby. I do have to admit that I’m excited about the last part.

Normally, that last part would have happened during our last visit if I hadn’t dissociated.

I close my eyes and contently smile when Andrea kisses my hand while we wait. I couldn’t have done this without his support.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door opens, and Dr. Thatcher’s bright face comes into the room. “Good morning to you both! Are you ready to see this baby?”

“Can we do the unpleasant part first?” Whenever there’s been good news and bad news, I’ve preferred to get the bad news first. That way, the only way we could go from there is up.

“I wish we could. The terms set with the paternity test state that the results must be opened in the presence of all parties involved. Since I’m required by the paperwork I received, I could get into legal trouble if I don’t follow it.

If it were up to me, I’d tell you.” Fucking.

Marco. “It was sent over via Messenger, as requested by the order I received. Anything else is between you two and this third party.” I’ve kept Marco’s name out of every appointment with Dr. Thatcher.

From what I could gather, I’m assuming Marco’s name wasn’t on that paperwork either.

Unfortunately, even though she doesn’t judge me, she has to follow what Marco’s stupid lawyer says when it comes to the paternity test.

She notices the disappointment mixed with annoyance on my face and changes the subject.

Before I can process it, I lie on the bed, allowing her to squirt cool gel onto my belly.

She takes her sweet time examining with the ultrasound machine, pausing occasionally to take a picture or measurements before she pauses, turning the screen to Andrea and I.

“Here’s your baby. Right here is the heartbeat.

We’re sitting at about 140 beats per minute, which is perfect.

” The swooshing sound of the heartbeat floods the room as she continues to show us our baby.

Andrea gently squeezes my hand. When I turn my face, I notice the sheen of tears in his eyes.

Once Dr. Thatcher speaks again, I turn my head back to the screen.

“You can see here and here are two little hands and two little feet. Ten fingers and ten toes.” I let myself forget about the paternity test and let myself feel excited about the appointment. About Andrea and I seeing our baby, in detail, for the first time.

“Now, if your baby would stop being shy, we might get a peek at what you’re having.

” Almost immediately, when she says that, we notice the baby move, making it obscenely obvious who they are.

Any hesitation about whether this is Marco’s offspring goes out the window.

This kid isn’t even born, and they have the same cocky attitude.

“Wow. I’ve never seen a baby shift this quickly.

As I’m sure you can see, you’re having a boy. ”

My grip on Andrea’s hand loosens, and my head tilts to the side, contemplating what I’m seeing on the screen. Even though I tried to deny it, all the old wives' tales came to this conclusion. Carrying low, glowing skin, no heartburn, and my favorite, fabulously shiny hair.

Andrea and Dr. Thatcher stare at me, with only the sound of my son's heartbeat in the background. I know I should be excited, and I work myself up to fake it until what I’m honestly thinking spills out of my mouth. “I’m growing a penis inside of me. How fucking wild.”

Both Andrea and Dr. Thatcher crack up after a moment of silence. Dr. Thatcher talks first when their laughter settles.

“Surprisingly, that’s not the craziest thing I’ve heard in this office. Let me take a couple more pictures to print off and take home. Then we’ll get you scheduled for your next appointment.”

Andrea leads over to kiss me, and while I kiss him back, I’m still staring at the screen.

“Mon trésor, we shouldn’t be surprised. You glow more radiantly than normal, you’re carrying low, and I got a Costco membership because of how much you’ve been craving salty snacks.

They’re all typical signs that you’re carrying a boy. ”

After a few more pictures, Dr. Thatcher wipes off the liquid from my stomach and helps me sit up before exiting the room.

It hits me at that moment that now we have to head over to Marco’s for a meeting with our lawyers, confirming what we all assume.

Then this fight of let’s toss my baby back and forth until he’s eighteen will commence.

If it wasn’t for the security on the Leone estate, I would have snuck in and castrated him.

Maybe I still could. They wouldn’t attack a pregnant woman, especially one carrying the child of the head of security.

Potentially, the only bonus to this whole mess.

“Why are you stuck in your head?” Andrea snaps me out of my daydream as he helps me down from the table.

“I’m fantasizing about taking a knife to Marco’s dick.”

“Of course you are. Now, let’s schedule your next appointment and get this meeting over with.

I have an idea of how we can spend the evening.

” Andrea nibbles on my neck, pressing his erection against me as I bend over to grab my handbag.

If I give in to him now, we’ll be late, and it’ll only take longer to see what Andrea has in store for me.