Page 18 of When You Blush

I don’t like that. It’s nothorrifying, but it’s not great.

I take his temperature, and it’s just a little high at 99.2.

“Little man, you’re going to make me work for this, aren’t you?”

He’s adorable, with all that dark hair. His coloring is good, but I don’t like that quick breathing at all.

I note his pediatrician’s name and put a call in to her, then wheel him back to his mom.

“Well, Dani, we’re going to keep an eye on little Bryce. He’s struggling just a little to breathe and has the tiniest fever.”

Dani frowns.

“Honestly, the fever could be from the trauma of birth. This fella has been through a lot today.”

She nods, her eyes pinned to her baby.

Thankfully, the pediatrician, Dr. Lachland, bustles in behind me.

“Well, hello there,” she says, smiling at Dani. “I hear Bryce is breathing a little fast.”

Dani bites her lip. “I should call my husband.”

“You’re more than welcome to do that,” I assure her. “Go ahead if it’ll make you feel better. Call anyone you need.”

She nods and quickly types on her phone while Dr. Lachland goes through the same vitals I did.

“Oxygen was at ninety-three,” I tell her.

“You know, Dani,” Lachland says after nodding gratefully at me, “there’s a chance this is nothing at all. But there’s also a chance that Bryce might have aspirated some fluid when he was being delivered, and I want to make sure his lungs are okay. I’d like to do a chest X-ray,and maybe even run some labs to make sure there’s no infection.”

“He’stwo hours old,” Dani says, shaking her head and wiping tears from her cheeks. “How can he already have an infection?”

“It’s unlikely,” Lachland assures her. “This is preventative.”

Just then, two big men enter the room, and I step back out of the way.

“Oh, hello, Dr. Blackwell.”

My head comes up at that.

There he is.

Blake Blackwell.

The man who’s starred in every dream of mine for the past five months.

The man who gave me more orgasms and rocked my world in ways that have never happened before in my life.

I might be breathing harder than the baby.

He’s listening intently to Dr. Lachland, his handsome face in a stern frown, his arms crossed over his chest, and then the doctor is addressing me.

“Harper, let’s get Bryce’s X-ray done and draw those labs for me, and we’ll go from there.”

“Of course.” I nod and smile at Dani while every nerve in my body quakes.

He’s fucking married.There’s no other reason for him to be here. He’s an ER doctor, not an OB/GYN.