Seriously. I was never having sex again. Ever. I don’t care what that woman says to me to try to get me to break down. Hell, prance around naked. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for the pain she was enduring while I did nothing but hold her hand, feed her ice, and watch.“Are you cold?” I patted her forehead. “Hot? Do you need more ice?”“Fine.” Nat’s teeth chattered. “I told you I’m totally fine.”“But—”“Alec.” Nat glared. “My dad’s an amazing surgeon. He trusts our doctor. So should you.”“Okay.” I sat back in my chair, legs shaking. I winced as Nat gripped my hand again, a little whimper escaping her lips before she released my hand and exhaled.“So...” Dr. Turner walked in and smiled. “…how are we doing?”“Awesome.” Nat laughed then winced again, her hand finding mine and squeezing the hell out of it.“Hmm.” Dr. Turner sat in a stool in front of the birthing bed and lifted the sheet. “I’m just going to take a look and see where we’re at.”Just let us be close.
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