Chapter 16
Everly
It was now duly noted—Silas was an extremely jealous man.
After our shower, he rubbed cream onto my ass gently, but it didn’t do much to soothe the sting.
And when I tried to leave the bedroom to grab some water, he followed me downstairs with his arm clamped around my waist like I might go sit on a dildo the second he let go.
Connie was already at the island, flipping through Good Housekeeping with a cup of tea. Her eyebrow climbed to her hairline the second she saw us.
“You might want to consider soundproofing the office,” she drawled with a smirk.
“Or buy her a mouth gag,” Silas muttered, releasing me to open the fridge.
“Dinner was ready…” Connie glanced at the clock. “Twenty-five minutes ago.”
“Why are you both ganging up on me?” I asked with a pout.
But honestly?
This was the first time I felt like I belonged.
Connie winked at me, and Silas opened the bottle of water before handing it over.
It wasn’t the action that held my gaze—it was the softness in his eyes.
A rare thing. Especially from a man like Silas.
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Six weeks later, the only pain in my ass was Silas—and not in the kinky way.
I slapped his hand when he tried to button my shirt again.
“The clinic couldn’t get a female technician,” he growled.
“And?” I poked his chest. “You’re the one who said you didn’t believe the pregnancy test. You insisted on a same-day appointment—with a man.”
Lawrence coughed politely, which only darkened Silas’s expression.
“Do you think the medical professional has never seen a woman’s neck before?” I continued, shifting uncomfortably. I’d downed so much water for this appointment, I was ready to burst. “Or cleavage? Or—God forbid—a belly button?”
“He doesn’t need to see yours,” Silas muttered, jaw flexing as he grabbed my hoodie off the seat and shoved it toward me like modesty was going to save us all.
I glared. “He’s not auditioning me for Pornhub. He’s waving a wand over my uterus.”
Lawrence coughed again—this time it definitely sounded like a laugh—but wisely turned away, suddenly fascinated by the clinic’s bland wall art.
Silas was not amused.
“This is a violation of your privacy,” he said stiffly. “I’m merely protecting what’s mine.”
“You insisted on proof,” I snapped, yanking the hoodie on. “So now we’re here. Live with it.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Suffer in silence, like the rest of us,” I said sweetly.
His lips twitched like he wasn’t sure whether to throttle me or drag me into a supply closet.
Lawrence opened the door. Silas stepped out first, then ducked back and took my hand.
I wanted to see the baby, sure. But I also loved tormenting Silas.
He didn’t know yet that the wand wasn’t going over my belly.
I couldn’t wait to see his face.
“Miss Mehta?” the nurse called from the door.
I froze for a second.
What if something was wrong? What if it wasn’t okay? It was still so early. So much could go wrong.
His hand tightened in mine. Warm. Strong.
“I needed to see the baby, Everly,” he murmured. “Make sure our child is okay.”
“Stop making me cry,” I sniffled. “I need to pee so bad, I don’t know where it’ll come from.”
We went through twenty questions, but when that was done, I was back to being excited.
“You can go behind that screen and remove your pants,” the technician said, not even glancing up from his clipboard.
I looked at Silas.
A death stare was aimed at the poor man with full force.
“She won’t be removing anything,” he snapped.
Oh, this was so worth the bursting bladder.
“Uh… sir—”
“No. No, no. You scan her belly,” Silas barked, circling his hand protectively around my abdomen like the guy had just suggested a public strip show.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, choking on laughter as I clutched the sides of the chair. I was seconds from peeing myself.
“Mr Mehta—”
“What kind of perverse establishment is this?”
I was wheezing now, tears blurring my vision. I grabbed Silas’s hand and gasped between giggles.
“Silas—it has to go in vaginally,” I managed. “The baby’s too small.”
He froze. His head turned slowly toward me.
“What?”
Oooh. An eye twitch. That was new.
“You should’ve checked the website.”
He exhaled through his nose, slowly, like a man trying to survive an apocalypse one breath at a time.
“One week,” he muttered. “One week and you’re Mrs Voss. Then everyone will know you’re mine.”
“I don’t care what you call me,” I huffed. “Let’s just get this done so I can pee before I wet myself.”
The problem was, you were supposed to hydrate for a week to enable a clear picture.
I’d been given a four-hour window.
I made quick work of removing my leggings, and when I was ready, Silas was already there, pulling the paper sheet over me like I couldn’t be trusted to preserve my own dignity.
The poor technician kept glancing at him, nervously explaining what he was doing and why. Like Silas wouldn’t leap across the room if he didn’t narrate every micro-movement.
But then…
There it was.
Our tiny baby. Curled inside its amniotic sac, feeding off the yolk sac. Medically, it was called an embryo, but as we stared at the flickering screen, everything else disappeared.
It was love at first sight.
Once all the checks were done and the technician handed over our printed images, I bolted for the bathroom—ready to finally relieve the bladder I’d nearly ruptured.
When I returned, Silas was waiting outside, leaning against the wall with the kind of smile I’d only seen a handful of times.
“You’re pregnant,” he beamed.
“I told you that yesterday,” I grumbled, though I took his outstretched hand anyway.
Everly Voss.
Baby Voss.
Silas Voss.
The names had a nice ring to them.
The journey home was quiet, but Silas held me close, his palm resting protectively on my stomach.
He didn’t need to say a word. That one touch said everything.
And I knew—our tiny spark of life would bind us forever.