Matchmaker Backfire

“I’ll get the doctor to take a look next time I go,” she says, rolling her eyes and teasing me for worrying so much.

“That’s perfect. Because I made an appointment for this morning,” I tell her, pulling her close and holding her tight.

She fake punches me in the chest, calling me a meanie, which sees me grabbing her ass and squeezing it the way I know makes her squeal.

There’s more of her to love these days, and she tells me off for teasing her by squeezing her all the time.

“I just can’t get enough of you baby,” I growl, kissing her while I let my hands gravitate towards her thick chest.

“Keep this up and we won’t be going anywhere,” she warns me, softly biting my lip as she disentangles herself from me, straightening her dress and hair while trying to catch her breath.

“We’ve got an hour before we have to be there,” I tell her, raising my brow in suggestion, but not this morning.

I think for once, Serena actually appreciates me taking the lead in getting her ankle seen too.

All the way there she tries to get out of it, but I’m firm.

My doctor is the best in town and he’s scheduled a thorough scan and tests for Serena’s ankle.

Whatever’s wrong, he’s gonna fix it. I already told him so.

Doctor Goldstein has scheduled an MRI of Serena’s ankle and foot, as well as the usual barrage of health check tests.

He really is the best and is doing us a special favor by seeing us personally.

Like I said because I told him that’s what was gonna happen.

As to the results? Unfortunately, that’s one thing I can’t control, and Serena seems particularly nervous before and during the whole process.

It’s about an hour before we’re in the doc’s office to discuss results.

I sit waiting with Serena, holding her hand as she fidgets anxiously. I’ve never seen her so wound up, not since the night her dad came home and surprised us.

The doctor finally arrives and greets us both but insists Serena stays sitting while I get up and shake his hand over the huge oak desk.

“Good to see you, Carter. Sorry to have kept you waiting I just wanted to go over some results one more time,” he says gravely as he takes his own seat opposite.

“Give it to us straight up, doc,” I tell him. If it’s something bad, we need to know now. Not have it sugar-coated for my benefit.

“Well, Serena? I want you to stay off the ankle as much as possible. You have a micro tear in your Achilles tendon that seems to keep healing and then becoming re-injured,” he says, looking over his glasses to drive the point home, without even needing to show me proof I believe him.

“And with junior on the way, you’re going to be carrying extra weight for some time yet. Not to mention once he’s out and about, you’ll be swept off your feet. Now, we can arrange a minor procedure, laser surgery… but I’d really like to-”

I hold my hand up, waving it to stop him from continuing.

“What did you just say?” I ask him, leaning forward in my seat.

“It’s laser surgery, Carter. A day stay procedure-”

Once we both hear Serena’s gasp, her cry of disbelief we both look at her.

And the Doctor has his first surprise of the day too.

“You mean?” she asks, “I’m gonna be a mommy?”

Goldstein frowns before he glances at me, looking like maybe he wishes he’d done an IQ test on us both as well.

“You didn’t know?” he asks us both, his brow creasing in time with his frown before he beams a huge smile.

“Well, in that case, congratulations! Yes, you and Carter are going to be the proud parents of a healthy baby.” But my hands are up again.

I don’t want him to ask us if we want to know the gender. Leaving one little surprise extra for when the baby comes, boy or girl, we’ll both love our baby like nothing on earth.

We both sit stunned, overjoyed but stunned.

“I’d say, based on your physical, Serena you’d be about six months pregnant,” he adds, shaking his head to himself as he smiles again.

“Now, Carter. You do know where babies come from don’t you?” he asks, sounding as serious as ever but obviously having to ask just in case I don’t.

“Oh, we both do Doctor,” Serena blushes, gripping my hand tighter, sharing the glance that tells him we know all about how babies are made, even if we hadn’t figured out that’s what was about to happen.

“That first time…” Serena says on the way home in the car. “You felt it then too didn’t you?” she asks me.

And I have to admit I did. I just hadn’t thought about it a whole lot since asking her to marry me.