Page 20 of Hot Shot

As if the second trimester didn’t make me horny enough, now I have this man smiling at me like that. Yay! Awesome for me that I get to go into my appointment with my pussy wet. They’ll know I’ve been aroused. Maybe I shouldn’t have invited him to this appointment.

He bends and kisses my cheek. “You ready?”

“I am. Are you excited?”

“Yes! I’ve only ever seen ultrasounds on movies and whatnot.” He puts his hand on my lower back and together we walk into the appointment.

I sign in and the receptionist and insurance coordinator stare blatantly at Max from behind the big desk. Of course they do. I walk back and sit next to him and ignore the looks of confusion that cross the women’s faces.

They probably think he’s my son. This was such a bad idea.

“Charlie, you can come on back,” the nurse says from the open doorway.

I stand and Max stands right along with me. The nurse’s eyebrows crawl into her hairline as she takes in the man behind me.

“Uh—,” she says.

“I’m the father,” Max says cheerfully, not noticing at all how out of place he is standing next to me.

I blow out a breath and just follow the nurse to the exam room.

“Disrobe from the waist down as the doctor wants to do an inter-vaginal scan as well. Then he’ll be with you in a few minutes.” Her eyes flick to Max again, but he’s locked in on me. She finally leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

I stare at him for a minute wondering if I should bother asking him to turn around. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me everywhere. And this is not a sexual scenario. I decide to just ignore the fact that he’s standing close to me. I remove my shorts and panties, then get up on the table and drape the thin sheet over me.

His eyes are glued to the roundness of my stomach. Since I was already a larger woman, my “bump” as they like to call it didn’t show up until recently. I still just looked big. Though it seems my boobs have doubled in size.

I hold my hand out to him and pull him closer, then I press his fingers to the spot where our baby is kicking me.

A smile lights up his face. “That’s amazing. You have a tiny human inside you,” he says, his voice full of wonder.

“I know. It’s still weird to think about. But considering he likes to kick me all night long, I’m very aware of his presence.”

There’s a knock on the door and then the doctor steps inside. “I’m told the father is joining us today,” he quips. Then his eyes land on me, then move to Max. He just nods but doesn’t say anything else. “Normally I’d have the ultrasound technician do this, but because of the high-risk status of your pregnancy, I want to do it myself.”

“High risk?” Max asks.

“It’s nothing to worry about.” I squeeze his hand.

“She had some elevated blood pressures early on and has shown some symptoms that she could develop gestational diabetes. Everything is treatable and shouldn’t negatively affect her or the baby, but we like to keep an extra eye on our higher risk patients.” Then the doctor is rolling the equipment closer and taking a seat on the stool.

I glance up at Max to see his eyes filled with concern and moisture.

Oh this sweet, sweet man. His heart is so big.

“I’m okay,” I tell him. “Promise.”

He just bends down and kisses my forehead.

The ultrasound proceeds with the doctor zooming in on body parts and measuring everything.

Max stares at the screen. “You can see his little bones.”

I smile and nod, my own eyes growing misty.

“Do we want to know the baby’s sex?” the doctor asks.

I glance at Max and we both nod. “Yes, please.”