Kane smirked. “I wouldn’t go that far. Have all the sexual urges you want, just make me your go-to guy when you want to act those urges out.”
The moment was over.
“You’re such a pig.”
“I know.”
I bobbed my knee up and down. “Are we nearly there yet? I have to go to the toilet.”
“You always have to pee. You go fifty times a day.”
I punched his shoulder. “It’s one of the joys of being pregnant, Daddy.”
“Call me daddy one more time. Better yet, call me big daddy.”
I laughed and so did Kane.
That is something we did a lot lately when we were together. We teased each other, sometimes fought with one another, but we mostly laughed together. It was a nice change to not want to beat him to death all the time.
Twenty minutes passed by and we parked and entered the Coombe hospital. We checked in and sat in the waiting area to wait for my name to be called. We were amidst a bunch of pregnant ladies and their husbands, friends, or boyfriends.
Kane threw his arm around the back of my chair when we sat down and for some stupid reason I liked it. I don’t know why, I just did. Kane didn’t though. I could tell he was crazy uncomfortable with being around this many people even if the majority of them were pregnant.
“What is the procedure here like?” he asked as he scoped the room out. “Do you have to do anything special or just go into the room and lay down?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I was only here once and it was in the emergency room. I don’t know what a proper appointment is like.”
Kane nodded his head then looked at the right when a woman dressed in white scrubs called my name. “Aideen Collins, room three for blood works.”
I groaned, “I’ve to get a needle, do you want to wait here?”
I only asked because I knew he had some sort of fear of them.
“How many needles will they use on you?” he asked me, his eyes wild.
I frowned. “Just the one, honey. Just the one.”
He swallowed. “I’ll go with you, just in case you need me.”
Aww.
I smiled. “Let’s go then.”
We stood up and walked towards the nurse who pointed at the floor. “Follow the red strip until you come to room three.” With that said she was on to calling out another woman’s name for her blood, too.
I took hold of Kane’s hand when he reached out for me and felt butterflies in my stomach because of it. “Stay close to me, it’s very busy in here. I don’t want to have to start some shit if someone knocks into you.”
Wow.
“You aren’t startin’ trouble in a maternity hospital.”
“I know I’m not because you’re going to stay behind me.”
Smartarse.
“Fine,” I sighed. “Lead the way, germinator.”
Kane growled and it made me smile.
He really hated that nickname.
We followed the red line on the floor until we came to room number three. Kane knocked on the door and opened it without waiting. “Aideen Collins,” he said.
“Yes, send her in.”
Kane turned to the side and gestured me in. I walked past him and stopped short in front of a middle-aged nurse who was sitting on a chair next to a hospital bed.
“Hop on up, honey.”
It was too high for me to hop, but I could scoot my way up perfectly fine. I handed Kane my pink file that was given to me when we checked in and walked towards the bed. I shimmied my way onto the bed and frowned at my thighs. They became the size of Australia when I sat down, and I hated it.
“How are you today?” the nurse asked me, a smile on her face.
“I’m fine, thanks. You?”
I watched as she put a strap on my arm. “I’m great, honey. Can you make a fist with your hand and relax it for me?”
I did as she asked.
“Perfect. Can you repeat that action a few times?”
I nodded and repeated the action over and over. The nurse had tapped on the inside of my forearm before she cleaned it with an alcoholic wipe. I watched as she picked up a needle and stuck in into my arm.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It hurt—it hurt a bloody lot.
“Are you okay?” Kane asked me.
I hadn’t realised I closed my eyes. “Yep,” I replied and tried not to sound like I wanted to cry even though I did.
I gave him injections every day. I had to be brave for him. I hissed though when the nurse wiggled the needle around in my arm.