Chapter Fifteen
Grim
I take one more look at the chart in my hands before placing it on my desk and walking out of my office.
“Oh Dr. Adams. I was actually coming to speak with you,” Miss Kline, the pain in the ass patient, says, walking toward me in the hallway.
I’m so sorry, Miss Kline. I’m late for an appointment,” I say as I walk around her. She grabs my arm, causing me to stop.
“Please, I need you. I need you to help me,” she pleads, and as much as I want to ignore it, I know I need to figure out what's going on. I took an oath as a Doctor to save lives. I could never forgive myself if someone were in danger, and I ignored them.
“How serious is it? Are you in some kind of trouble?” I ask, pulling my arm away gently but turning to look at her.
“No, nothing like that. I just needed to get a signature on some paperwork saying that I can't return to work for a couple of weeks,” she says, looking up and down the hallway.
“Okay, why didn't you get the doctor that saw you last to sign off on it?” I ask, knowing I’ve pulled her off my patient list. I refuse to be in the same room as this woman if I can help it. There's just something about her that tells me she’s trouble.
“Because I didn’t want to be seen by Dr. Matthews, I wanted to be seen by you. Can we go into your office and talk… alone?” she asks, batting her eyelashes at me. That's it. My patience is gone.
“Look, if you have a problem, you should be seen by your primary care physician. Otherwise, get it signed off by Dr. Matthews. You are no longer my patient, and I can't sign off on any paperwork that lists you on it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m on my way to see my fiance,” I say once again, moving to the side and trying to step around her.
“Please, Gray, just talk to me.” Why is this woman saying my name and speaking to me like she fucking knows me?
“Look, I’m late for an appointment with my fiance. If I miss hearing the gender of my baby, I will come at you with full force,” I say, ripping my arm away from her.
“Baby?” Her eyes get wide, and she looks at me with… excitement? What the hell is wrong with this lady?
“Yes, now, if there isn't anything else. Have a good day,” I say before turning and stalking away. I roll my shoulders, trying to curb my protective feelings. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but it feels like I’m missing something.
I hop on my bike and roar out of the parking lot. I took the rest of the day off after the appointment. We are finding out the gender of the baby today, and then tomorrow we are having a big party with the club. Neither Jade nor I wanted to wait too long to announce what we will be having, so we made Halle buy both Blue and Pink colors for the reveal, and we will hand her the card the doc gives us. Honestly, I couldn't care either way. As long as my baby comes out healthy and hopefully as beautiful as my amazing woman, I could give a rats ass about the gender. Pulling up beside Jade's car, I make it to the doctor's office in no time. When she sees me, she smiles before hopping out.
“Hey! I was worried you wouldn't be able to get off for the appointment. You didn't have to come, you know,” she says, placing her hand on her hip.
“Wouldn't miss this for the world,” I say, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her against me. I slide my hand down to her ass, grabbing a fist full as I kiss her forehead. Yeah, I need to back off before I walk into this building full of pregnant women with a hard-on. Yeah, that does not seem like the best idea. I grab Jade's hand and nearly drag her into the building.
“Slow down, caveman. Even if we are early, we still have to wait for the appointment time,” she chuckles, but it still doesn't slow me down.
“You don't know that,” I grumble, pulling her into the waiting room and sitting her in the chair. “Stay here. I’ll get the paperwork done.”
I walk to the front desk, looking straight at the gawking woman at the front desk. I’m used to that look. I’m big, I have a lot of tattoos, not to mention I’m wearing my cut. I can't tell if this woman is scared or not, but as I make it to the desk, she finally gets that look off her face.
“C-can I help you?” she asks, licking her lips.
“We have an appointment,” I say impatiently, ready to get this part over with so we can get to the good part. I want to see my baby again so badly. I’ve snuck Jade into the hospital a few times and ‘borrowed’ the ultrasound machine several times. I can't help it. I love my baby so much already.
“Name?” she asks, turning to her computer.
“Ada- I mean Chapman,” I growl out. That just reminds me I need to marry her ass and get her last name changed. Best fucking believe that shit will be done before my baby is here. We will all three walk out with the same fucking last name. Hell, I would change my last name to hers as long as it means we are the same and I have her sexy ass locked down.
“Your sister is all checked in and…” I don't let her finish.
“Fiance,” I growl before taking the clipboard from the counter and stomping toward my woman. She raises a brow at me, but I look down and see her hands placed on her belly, which immediately lifts my grumpy mood.
“Is she moving? Can you feel her?” I ask in awe, sitting beside her and placing my hand beside hers.
“No, she must be sleeping at the moment. I can't wait until you get to feel her,” she says in awe.
I thought she would fly to the moon the first time she felt our baby move. Her face lit up, and I wasn't sure if she would ever stop crying. I just wish I could feel them kick. I’m trying to wait patiently, but it's hard. I see the proof of my baby growing every day in her belly, and I’m ready to meet them. I lean down, kissing her belly one more time before sitting back up straight and starting on the paperwork.
“I can do that,” she says, going to grab the paperwork.
“I don't mind,” I say, smiling over at her.
“You don't know the answers to all the questions,” she says, smirking like she's got one up on me.
“Hmmm.. you actually think that's true?” I say with a challenging smile of my own.
“Yeah, I do,” she says, crossing her arms.
“Alright, which question exactly do you think I don't know?” I ask, raising a brow.
“What's my social security number?” she asks. That's an easy one. I rattle it off quietly so no one else hears, and her face shows her surprise when I’m right.
“How many weeks along am I?” she asks, again surprised that I answer it correctly down to the day.
“Okay, this is a hard one. When was my last period?” She looks smug, but she forgets how completely obsessed I am with everything about her. I remember her telling the doctor the first time that she had her period at the beginning of her pregnancy. That's why it took her so long to figure out she was pregnant. I smirk as I see her eyes grow impossibly rounder.
“Stalker,” she gasps, but I see the smile playing on her lips.
“Clover, you have no fucking idea. Now, can I finish this paperwork so we can go see our baby?” She nods, and I get back to filling everything out.
The faster I can get this shit done, the faster we can see our baby.