Happy Ending (Fisher Brothers 4)

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??Well, this one thinks he’s going to hit the baby in the head.” Sofia thumbed in my direction, giving the doc a wide smile.

Dr. Anson cupped her hand around her mouth and leaned toward Sofia, saying in a stage whisper, “They all think that.” She gave me an amused look. “It doesn’t happen, you know. You can’t hit the baby in the head. You’re not scarring the baby for life. You’re not hurting the baby. Trust me, I’ve heard it all.”

“Then what happened tonight?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

“Everything feels okay, Sofia.” She pulled her hands away from my angel’s belly and covered her back up. “Sometimes this happens. It’s perfectly normal.”

“But why did it happen this time and not before?” Sofia asked.

“It could be from extra blood flow. Your body is swollen from carrying a child, and sometimes that swelling affects things that otherwise would be normal and painless. Maybe you tried a new position?” The doctor patted Sofia’s sheet-covered knee. “But if you start to bleed, or if the cramping doesn’t subside within an hour after it starts, you need to come back in.”

Dr. Anson turned to face me with a small smile. “And yes, before you ask . . . you can continue having sex. You won’t hurt the baby.”

“I wasn’t even going to ask,” I lied with a straight face.

After we’d signed a bunch of discharge papers, I wrapped my arm around Sofia’s waist and pulled her tight against my side as we left the hospital. I was grateful that nothing was wrong with the baby or my woman.

“You feel okay?” I asked as we walked toward the car.

“I do. Except I’m hungry. Again,” she said with a groan. “I’m never going to lose this baby weight.” When I laughed, she swatted me. “I mean it. He or she has me eating carbs like my life depends on it. It’s crazy that I’m not craving meatballs, especially since I’m starting to turn into one.”

I laughed again until she leveled me with a glare that instantly killed my smile.

“You don’t look like a meatball, angel. You look like the furthest thing from a meatball.” Wait, what the hell was the opposite of a meatball?

When we walked into the house, Grant and Mariana were both asleep in the living room. Mariana was lying on the couch, her feet propped onto Grant’s lap. His head was back in what looked like a painful position, and he was snoring.

I shook him gently, and he startled.

“Hey.” His voice was more gravelly than usual, and he rubbed Mariana’s calves to get her to wake.

“You’re back,” she said as she sat up. “What did the doctor say?”

“That everything was totally normal, and it should be okay,” Sofia said, but she didn’t sound convinced.

“You all right, dear?” Mariana asked, the concern clear in her tone.

“It was just weird. And the doctor blew it off like it was absolutely nothing at all.” Sofia shook her head. “But it didn’t feel like nothing. It hurt.”

Sofia hadn’t admitted all that to me on the drive home. For the most part, she’d stayed fairly quiet. I’d let her be, assuming she was processing things or just tired.

“Should we go back?” I asked. “I can take you back.”

“No, babe.” She touched my shoulder. “It’s just a little unnerving to be told that nothing was going on in there, when it definitely felt like something was.”

“But you’re not in any pain now, are you?” Mariana asked.

Sofia shook her head.

I blew out a relieved breath. “Then I’m sure it’s fine.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, angel.” Grant leaned toward my woman and pressed a kiss to her cheek, giving me the stink-eye over her shoulder. He knew damn well I wouldn’t create a scene right now.

“Thank you both so much for coming over.” Sofia gave them each a hug, then walked them toward the front door.

“Of course. Anytime, you know that,” Mariana said with a smile.