Remington scooped up Lizetta and carried her back to the vi, and she was still out like a light, not
even a peep from her when they entered.
In the living room, ady doc was already on standby.
As Remington walked in cradling Lizetta, the doc immediately stood up.
With a slight nod from Remington, he headed upstairs, and the doc smartly trailed behind.
After cing Lizetta on the bed, Remington stepped back and whispered to the doctor, “Be gentle,
don’t wake her.”
Turns out, the doc was an OB–GYN whiz, rousted out of bed in the dead of night. She came prepped
for some serious drama, thinking maybe a pregnantdy was having a miscarriage or bleeding like
crazy and couldn’t make it to the hospital.
But the scene in front of her was a far cry from what she’d expected, leaving her with a mixed bag of
emotions as she nodded and proceeded to check on the snoozing Lizetta.
All the while, Remington was hovering nearby, his gaze heavy with concern.
Once the doc finished her exam and stepped out of the bedroom, Remington hit her with the question,
“How’s it looking?”
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“Mr. Dashiell, rest easy. Mrs. Dashiell and the little one inside are doing just fine. Though it seems Mrs.
Dashiell has been running on fumestely, a bit on the delicate side, especially now that she’s gotta
nourish the baby. She needs to catch more Z’s and pump up the nutrition.”
Remington thought back to when they were in the car, recalling that waist of hers, still as slender as a
reed.
If he hadn’t known for sure she was expecting, he’d never believe such a fragile little ce was secretly
nurturing their little peanut.
A tad anxious, he asked, “So, the baby’s not doing well?”
“No, no, not at all. The kiddo’s as healthy as can be, strong heartbeat and all. You can take a chill pill,
Mr. Dashiell.”
Only then did Remington covertly breathe a sigh of relief. The doc caught his worried look and felt like
she’d just been forced to witness their love storyte at night.
Little did she know, a stronger one was already en route.
“I kinda lost control earlier, uh, we, you know…”
Even Remington, trying to keep his cool, couldn’t help but show a tinge of difort when bringing up
birds and the bees.
The doc, though, had seen it all, and with a knowing smile, she reassured him, “No worries, Mr.
Dashiell. Your wife’s safely in the second trimester, which is a pretty stable time for the baby. Intimacy
is fine, but keep it mellow, not too rough or too long, and mind the hygiene.”
Remington’s ears turned a shade of pink, slightly embarrassed.
But he was all ears, taking it in seriously.
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Seeing his earnestness, the doc knew he was deeply caring for his wife. With that attitude, they were
likely in good hands, so she didn’t need to nag anymore. She nodded and said, “Love is the best care
there is. You’re so devoted, Mr. Dashiell, I’ve got nothing else to add. Congrats on the uing
fatherhood.”
Remington gave a gracious nod, “Thanks.”
He sent Edith to see the doc out.
After a shower in the next room and thinking of the doc’s hygiene advice, he gently helped Lizetta clean
up before finally cuddling up with her for the night.
Lizetta slept like a rock, all the worries of taking off had been weighing on her mind until now. It felt like
both shoes had finally hit the floor, and she was worry–free atst.
What woke her up was her rumbling stomach.
Rubbing her belly, she opened her eyes to a familiar handsome face.
Sunlight poured in through the floor–to–ceiling windows, bathing his good looks in a golden glow as he
laid beside her, holding her in a possessive, tender embrace.
And get this, he was wide awake.
It was as if he’d been lying there, watching her for ages, just waiting for her to open her eyes and see
him.
For the first time in their two years of marriage, she woke up to his face. Lizetta was totally
gobsmacked.
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