38. Zoe
38
Zoe
“You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance.” – Franklin P. Jones
“ G ood morning, Zoe and…” The doctor trails off, casting a glance at the sexy man by my side.
My boyfriend. For some reason, that word doesn’t really fit because Matteo is so much more than that but maybe I just need to get used to it.
“Matteo.” He extends his hand toward her with his dazzling smile that doesn’t fool me because the man has been nervously pacing this two-by-two room since we walked in, yet I watch my OB’s cheeks pink up.
I almost snort to myself. Typical .
“Nice to meet you, Matteo.” She clears her throat, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Oh, for fuck’s sake . I must make some sort of sound because her eyes snap to mine and the blush deepens as she quickly looks away from him, logging into her computer while Matteo silently shakes with laughter.
Yeah, my jealousy is so funny. So so hilarious. That’s okay, we’ll see who will be laughing later.
“So, how have you been?” Dr. Lane asks me. “Any discomfort? Lingering pain?”
“No, nothing like that. It’s been a pretty easy recovery.”
“Okay, I will take a look, to make sure you have healed properly.”
“Please do.” Matteo’s desperate impatience breaks through and the doctor is back to blushing.
“Give me just one moment to gather what I need.” She turns around, taking out gloves and lifts my gown, probing around my pelvis. “How is your baby doing?”
“Oh, she’s great. She’s with her grandma right now,” Matteo answers before I can, but at this point I am used to this. Used to him boasting about Mellie and her little accomplishments. And every time I hear it, my heart melts a little bit more for this man who never once treated her as anything less than his flesh and blood. “She’s the smartest little girl on the planet. She smiles already and sticks to her schedule. And you should hear her burps—” I slap his stomach, sending a glare his way.
“Not the burps again, Matteo.”
“What? They are impressive!”
The doctor chuckles. “I believe you. So, are you the father?” she asks not-so-shyly, and I give her the eye not-so-shyly.
Pretty sure she can’t ask that, but her desperation for my man must be stronger than the ethical code.
Matteo, though, beams at her question and proudly says, “I sure am.” And puffs his chest out a bit more.
“Oh, how wonderful,” Dr. Lane responds but her face does this amazing impersonation of a sour lemon. “Okay, now for the vaginal checkup.” She sits down and probes around. After a few seconds she gets up, chucking her gloves and says, “Everything looks great. Healed without any problems.”
“That’s it?” Matteo asks with a pitch to his voice. “That was the checkup?”
“Um, yes?” The doctor looks flustered.
“Beastie, I could have done that, and we would have avoided my near-death experience last night,” he says in all seriousness, his hands on his waist and I roll my eyes at his dramatics.
“Oh no,” Dr. Lane interrupts. “Are you okay, Matteo?”
“Oh, I’m fine now.” He grins, remembering just how much resuscitation his dick received last night but then his face grows somber. “But it was very much touch and go there for a second.”
Sure, it was…when his cum was covering every inch of me and he still wanted more.
“Jesus Christ. shut up, Matteo.” I slap my hand to my face.
“Do you need a checkup? I can take a look at whatever was bothering you. It would be no problem for me at all,” she offers so helpfully, and I click my tongue.
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be,” I say with zero amusement.
“Oh no, my girl here took care of all my problems, but thanks, Doc,” my suddenly clueless boyfriend replies, sending me a wink. “So does that mean she is cleared for sex?”
Poor Dr. Lane chokes on her own drool she was slobbering all over Matteo’s feet, coughing profusely, she sends him a nod.
“Great.” He claps his hands together and in a flash, he scoops me up in his arms. Half undressed, in a hospital gown and all. “Time to go, love.”
“Matteo! I need to get dressed,” I hiss at him.
“Ain’t nobody got time for that, Beastie.” Matteo throws me over his shoulder, grabs my stuff and using his hand to cover my exposed butt, hurries out the door. “Bye, Doc.”
I might be throwing threats at him and describing in great detail how I’ll be killing him later, but I’m also laughing the hardest I’ve ever laughed.
Thank God this crazy man is mine.
Love Hive:
Mellie’sdad: Attention! If you want to stay alive, stay off the roads for the next ten minutes.
Willoflove: What? Why? Matty is everything alright?
Willoflove: Why isn’t he replying? Did something happen?
Toughtolove: Wasn’t Zoe’s six-week appointment today?
Peaceforall: It was! I just saw them leave the hospital! It was so romantic!
Ninasunshine: What was romantic? Why do I always miss the good stuff?
Peaceforall: Matteo threw her over his shoulder and ran out the door like his bottom was on fire.
Toughtolove: Ha! I’m sure it was. But more like the front area.
Willoflove: Did you have to plant that image in my mind?
CookieJ: Matteo, the traffic was rerouted.
Mellie’sdad: Mrs. J, I love you.
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine: I’m so gonna tell on you.