Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

She waved him off. He didn’t have a small human coming out of his body. She blew out a nervy breath and quickly swapped out her clothes for the gown. Simon was tying the back for her when a light knock signaled the doctor’s arrival.

“Hello, I’m Doctor Jensen.” She closed the door behind her and set down an iPad. She was a trim woman in her forties with a glossy dark ponytail and friendly blue eyes. “Normally, I’d go with a face-to-face consultation before we went right to business, but I hear you’re a little further along than most of my patients for their first visit.” She held out her hand.

Margo shook it, then Simon.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Doc. Was a surprise to us.”

Margo twisted her fingers around Simon’s. “Yes, very much a surprise. I was actually on birth control.”

Dr. Jensen picked up her iPad. “Well, then let’s get started. Then we’ll do an exam and get you hooked up to the monitor.”

Margo nodded. “Sounds good.”

The doctor asked her a few questions about what she took, her cycle, and all sorts of things she wished she had better answers for. Being a traveling musician meant her schedule was erratic as hell—in turn, her cycle had also been, the longer she was on the road.

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She had to swallow a laugh when Simon got a look at the tools for her exam.

He quickly moved to the head of the exam table and crouched beside her. “I’d never be able to do this. Ever.”

Finally, the doctor was done and she rolled her chair to the little monitor. “Now, I believe you want to see the good stuff, right? You’re a little early for the sex of the baby, but we might get lucky.”

Simon rose to his feet, his ringed fingers crushing hers.

“Psst. Relax.”

“What? Oh, right.” He gentled his hold. “I’m nervous. Isn’t that crazy?”

“You can sit in that chair, Mr. Kagan.”

Simon twisted around and found the little stool and rolled it beside Margo.

The doctor shifted a soft blanket over her legs and inched up her gown. “This will be a little cold.” Margo sucked in a breath. Cold was correct. Dr. Jensen dragged the probe over her belly and suddenly, a soft sound filled the room. “There we go.” She turned up the volume.

The doctor started talking about the size and things Margo knew she should pay attention to, but all she could focus on was the soft, perfect sound of her baby’s heartbeat. The screen didn’t make much sense to her beyond the curve of the baby’s head and spinal cord.

“Aww, babe.” Simon swiped the back of his fingers along her temple. He leaned in and kissed away the tears.

She hadn’t even realized she’d started crying. “Have you ever heard anything more beautiful?”

Of all the sounds in her life full of music—not only her own playing, but the throaty, gruff, perfect voice of her husband, and the amazing melodies she’d been part of with the band—nothing compared to this little pulsing echo. “Can we have a recording of that?”

“Absolutely. We’ll get you a picture of your little guy—”

“It’s a boy?” Had she missed that?

“No, I’m sorry, I should’ve just said baby. He or she is a little shy and curled up so I can’t really tell.”

“That’s okay.” Margo reached above her head to curl her fingers into Simon’s hair. “We’re okay with not knowing.”

“We are?” Simon’s voice was incredulous. “You want to wait? Are you serious?”

“I don’t know. Seems like if we’re keeping this little… What size is the baby now?”

“Technical terms?” Dr. Jensen smiled. “About the size of a large lemon or a peach.”

“We’re keeping lemon drop.”