The moment I was pushed into the room and saw the tech who would be doing the ultrasound, I wanted to cry.
“Does this hospital not believe in hiring men?” I snapped as the tech smiled and motioned for me to change into yet another fucking gown. After I changed, I stepped out of the small changing room and she told me to lie on the table.
“I’ll make this quick and easy for you, Mr. Carter.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
She chuckled.
“Honestly, the pain is going away. I don’t think this is needed.”
The tech gave me a reassuring grin. “Doctor Turner thinks it is needed.”
With a sigh, I waited as she got everything ready. Warm liquid was spread over my balls. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to think of anything that wouldn’t turn me on.
My grandmother in a bathing suit. Puppies. Roger. My dad when he falls asleep after Thanksgiving lunch. The pain I felt when the branch hit me in the balls and dick.
The way she was moving that damn thing around was not helping. I jerked my head up and looked down at her. Did she just touch my cock?
“Are you almost done?” I asked, while I watched her look at the machine, her brows pulled in slightly.
“Yes, almost,” she said, looking back at me and then down at my stiff cock again. I really needed to get laid and soon. It hadn’t been that long, had it? A month? Maybe two? Maybe six?
The tech cleared her throat and I closed my eyes. “Do you have to move it around so much?”
“Almost done.”
The room was dark, and I tried to focus on the machine. Maybe looking at my balls on there would make my dick realize he wasn’t about to have any fun.
Finally, she was done.
“All finished. I’ll get this sent over to the radiologist right now to read the results.” She turned on the light and started to wipe off my balls. I nearly choked on my tongue.
Her eyes lifted and met mine. A blush hit her cheeks and she softly said, “For what it’s worth, I think you’re okay.”
I forced a smile. “In my defense, you were all over my junk.”
She nodded and gave me grin. “You’re not the only man who has been turned on during an ultrasound, Mr. Carter. You don’t need to be embarrassed.”
I scrubbed my hands down my face and groaned. “What I need is for this day to be over.”
Saryn
I STEPPED UP onto the massive covered porch and smiled.
Home. Why had I ever wanted to leave?
The large oak door opened, and my mother rushed outside. “They’re here! Will, they’re here!”
With a smile, I set Liliana down. My mother rushed forward and scooped my three-year-old daughter up into her arms. Liliana squealed in delight and laughed as Mom covered her in kisses. Daddy walked up and took me into his arms and held me tight.
“I always said he was a bastard.”
With a chuckle, I drew back and looked up at him. “Yes, you did.”
He shrugged. “I don’t want to say I told you so, but, I did. Even when walking you down the aisle, I told you so.”
“You did, Daddy. And I didn’t listen because I thought I was in love, but what I was really doing was running away. I took the easiest way out.”
Daddy gave me a nod. “You said it, not me.”
He turned and looked at my mother and Liliana. “Well, we got something amazing out of the jerk, at least.”
“The only good thing about him it seems,” I replied.
“Oh, Saryn, sweetheart!” my mother said as she handed Liliana to Daddy and then wrapped me up in a warm, tight hug.
“I told you he was an asshole,” she whispered.
Laughing, I gave her a squeeze and then let her go. “Can we all just agree that I was wrong and married him for all the wrong reasons?”
My mother pressed her lips together tightly and regarded me for a moment before she smiled and said, “Let me grab my phone so I can record that. I think I’m going to need it in the future.”
With a roll of my eyes, I shook my head. “I’m starved, and I know Liliana is, too.”
“I’ve got lunch waiting for the two of you! Let’s go in,” Mom said as she wrapped her arm in mine and we followed my father and Liliana into the house.
“How did Liliana do on the drive?” Daddy asked.
“Great! I was honestly surprised. I only had to stop two times, once for gas and once for us to get out of the car and stretch our legs. We stopped at a park, and after that Liliana was exhausted. She slept for the last two hours of the drive.”
With an exasperated sigh, my mother said, “That drive from Dallas is awful. I hate it.”