#Babymaker (Baby Crazy 2)

But it doesn’t quell my desire for a big family. One with a loving mother and a passel of kids running below foot. I admit it. I want not one rugrat, not two rugrats, but a dozen. I want a home that’s filled with the pitter-patter of small feet and the chiming laughter of multiple children.

Until then, it’d seemed impossible because I’ve been insanely busy for the last two decades. Practicing medicine doesn’t give you much time for anything else, so for a while, I wasn’t even able to get out there and date. Instead, I took all my meals at the hospital and sometimes slept on a cot in the corridor to boot.

And when I finally established my practice and had a little more time for leisure activities, the woman in Manhattan were a shock. Because these aren’t ladies that value motherhood and keeping a home for a man. Instead, they’re woman who are obsessed with being seen. They want to be wined and dined at the most expensive places and go to the most exclusive clubs. They want to stay out late and party like wild animals, instead of staying home and making babies.

So yeah, my dating life hasn’t exactly been successful. Anyone on the outside would beg to differ because I go out two or three times a week, always with a different woman on my arm. They’re skinny, intelligent, and vivacious. But are they mom-material? Hell no. A woman needs curves on her body to provide for a growing baby in her body, and these women clearly weren’t it.

So last night was a breath of fresh air. A woman round and shy, with dimples on her thighs and giant breasts that no bra could contain. A girl who was worried about her fertility at an early age because motherhood meant so much to her. And judging from Connie’s simple clothes and pleasant demeanor, she’d make a perfect mother.

Holy shit. Was I really thinking that? I only met the brunette last night, so things were racing along at light speed for sure. Yet somehow, there was a sense of rightness about our encounter. The way she gazed at me with open, trusting eyes. The way her breasts heaved deliciously, and how her legs spread so naturally before my masculinity.

Somehow, I’m going to see Connie again. I know she felt the attraction too. But as for tonight, I’m just too beat and I crashed onto my big mattress ready to pass out … with images of the curvy brunette dancing in my mind’s eye.

CHAPTER FIVE

Connie

Oh my god, was I really here again? Because Sunset Medical loomed before me, its white shades drawn against the midday sun. I was supposed to be at my job but instead, during lunch break I’d wandered over absentmindedly.

What are you doing? The voice in my head screamed. You got it on last night with a guy you don’t know!

That was true, and I stopped on the sidewalk, hesitant to go in. Because what was I doing exactly? What was I going to say?

But taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door. After last night, I couldn’t not say something. Chase Roman was too masculine and magnetic for me to walk away from, and I desperately needed to see that big form again.

So squaring my shoulders, I strode to reception where a bored young woman sat. Thank god it wasn’t Kathy from last night who’d witnessed my hurried departure. That had been the icing on the cake.

“Hello,” I said in what I hoped was a calm, pleasant voice. “I’m here to see Dr. Roman.”

She barely glanced up from her monitor. I could see her finger tapping away at the mouse furiously. For sure, this woman was playing some computer game and not doing her work.

“Do you have an appointment?” she grunted.

I swallowed.

“Um no. But I was hoping that Dr. Roman could squeeze me in between patients?”

The woman didn’t even bother to look up this time.

“Sorry,” she said flatly. “We don’t do emergency appointments. You’ll have to schedule something but he’s booked for three weeks.”

Tears sprang to my eyes because I hadn’t realized until then how much I wanted to see Chase. I wasn’t sure what we were going to talk about, but that massive, muscular form was an addiction after just one session. So what could I do? This woman was giving me the palm, and I had no choice but to leave. Shoulders slumped, I turned to make my departure when suddenly the front door opened, and there stood the man himself.

“Dr. Roman!” I gasped, eyes wide. “You’re here.”

He looked stunned for a moment, but then a calm, professional demeanor took over.

“It’s nice to see you again, Connie. You caught me coming back from my lunch break. Is there something I can help you with?”