Whiskey & You (The Kings of Texas Billionaires) by H.J. Bellus

Author:H.J. Bellus [Bellus, H.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crave Publishing LLC
Published: 2018-03-19T16:00:00+00:00

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“How have you been feeling?” Dr. Asten, an old man with wire-framed glasses, asks me.

“Better. Getting more strength every day.”

“Excellent.” He runs an instrument over my abdomen until the room fills with a steady heartbeat.

My body relaxes back on the bed. J.J. squeezes my hand. I wanted to tell him how ridiculous he was bringing a doctor here. Dollar signs and the absurd amount of money it costs fills me with anxiety. And the mere idea of J.J. bringing this man with us to a secluded cabin where we are on lockdown is a concept I can’t even begin to comprehend.

But the steady beat of the innocent and healthy heartbeat serenading the room erases away all those thoughts. Even though I carried a baby to full term, this is the first time I’m hearing a heartbeat. Jordan refused any medical care with my first pregnancy. He always promised I could keep the baby and we’d go to a hospital when it was time. Lies. All lies. I should’ve known.

“Strong little one in there.” Dr. Asten stands up straight, adjusting his glasses.

“Like its momma,” J.J. whispers so low I’m the only who hears the praise.

“Continue with your vitamins and other meds, plenty of fluids, and you should be good to go.” The doctor leans on the edge of the bed.

“So,” I sit up, tucking my shirt back down, “I’m clear for everyday activity?”

“Yes, Navy, staying as active as you can has its benefits.”

“How far along is she?” J.J. asks, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

I bite my lip to keep the laughter caged. He changed the subject on purpose, determined to baby me every step of the way.

“Can’t determine that exactly. From some of the tests run at the office, although I was in a damn rush, lead me to make an educated guess of around three or four months.”

“Long-term effects…” J.J. stalls and glances down at me. I nod giving him permission to reiterate my hell, “…from being starved and physically abused.”

Dr. Asten relaxes down on the end of the bed. “The womb is more secure than you’d think. Signs look good. I can’t promise anything, but the baby’s heartbeat is still strong. Once we leave here, I’ll be able to run more tests.”

“Woman! Are you kidding me?” Kemp’s enraged voice interrupts the conversation.

The door bursts open. Faye enters with a plate of food, a fancy dress on, and…is that a bit of makeup dusting her face? If the makeup wasn’t a clue then the angry, brooding Kemp behind her is more than obvious.

“Took your meal to your room and you weren’t there.” Faye holds up the plate in one hand.

“Thank you.” Dr. Asten tips his head in appreciation and blushes.

I slap a hand over my mouth, unable to hold in the shock and burst of giggles ready to escape me. The scene in front of me is adorable. I’m not sure which is more entertaining to watch—Kemp all pissed off or Faye trying her hand at flirting.

“Babe, can you help Faye down in the kitchen?” J.

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