Teresa Southwick - To Have the Doctor's Baby

Ryleigh hadn’t faked the emotion and couldn’t be sorry it helped convince him. But she’d never forget how good his arms had felt around her. The comfort he’d offered without hesitation. She had no illusion that it came from anywhere besides friendship, but that didn’t diminish her appreciation.

Avery nodded thoughtfully, processing everything. There was a gleam in her blue eyes when she asked, “You know that having a baby with Nick will require you to have sex with him?”

“Yes. That’s part of the logistics. So when I’m—you know—he’ll be…you know.”

“Handy?”

“Yeah.”

The expression in her friend’s eyes turned the tiniest bit wicked. “So you haven’t done it yet?”

“No. Not quite the right time in my cycle.”

“And I’m going to be Auntie Avery?”

“With a little luck.”

“And sex.” Her expression turned serious. “This is me and I’m there for you. Whatever you need. Count on it.”

“I have no doubt about that.” Ryleigh knew there was more. “But?”

“I saw what you went through when you and Nick fell apart. I held you when you cried. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you look at this whole thing from every angle?”

“Just spit it out,” Ryleigh said.

“Okay. I have to ask. Do you really think you can go through with this and come out unscathed?”

“By ‘this,’ I’m assuming you mean sex without complications.” When her friend nodded she said, “Men do it all the time.”

“If God wanted women to be like men, He’d have given us the same equipment. If you have sex with Nick, I’m pretty sure there will be feelings involved. On your part, anyway. I just don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“I won’t.”

“Famous last words.”

“Don’t you see, Avery? From the time I was a little girl, I’ve wanted to be a mother. I want it more than I can put into words and it’s this close.” She held up her thumb and index fingers, a fraction of an inch apart. “Please don’t rain on my parade.”

“That’s the last thing I’d do.” Avery finished the wine in her glass and set it on the table. She slid closer and leaned in for a hug before saying, “I love the idea of you having a baby, getting what you want. And I’m serious about having aunt status. I just want to make sure you know what you’re doing with Nick.”

“I appreciate that and if it were you, I’d feel the same way.” Her friend’s eyes darkened for a moment, and she quickly added, “Don’t worry. I’ve thought this through.” Ryleigh met the other woman’s gaze. “I’ve been there, done that. Now I’m over him. Nick can’t hurt me, which makes him the perfect guy.”

And by her calculations, the perfect time in her cycle was tomorrow.

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