Page 23 of The Billionaire's Baby
Adira laughed and covered his hand with hers. “How about we tackle being parents first and get that down pat before I add something else on? But I will get on the computer when we get home and look at my options. I’m sorry I jumped down your throat. I feel as if I’m living off of you and it makes me uncomfortable. I hated what John and James did to my mother and the fact that my life changed without my knowledge until it was too late. I was so clueless, and because of that I now like having my fate in my own hands.”
“You don’t have to explain it to me or apologize, sweetheart. I understand,” Favian said.
They hit traffic and Favian cursed in fluent Spanish as taxis zipped in and out between the cars and trucks.
“Traffic is absolutely horrid here, isn’t it?” Adira said.
“It’s the yellow cabs mostly. They would run over an old lady in a wheelchair to get a fare.” Favian blew out a frustrated breath as he was cut off again. “They don’t seem to understand that with the amount of tourists here throughout the year, they can all make money.”
“So what do you want, a boy or girl?” she asked suddenly.
Favian smiled, and the thought warmed him. In several months he’d be holding his son or daughter. “I don’t know. My mom always wanted a little girl so she could dress up and play dolls with. If we had a girl, I can see you and Suzie making her into a princess. But then if it’s a boy, Uncle Remy and I can teach him how to play ball in Central Park. Whichever we’re blessed with, I’ll be happy, more than happy. I’ll be over the moon ecstatic.”
“Me too. What if I said we don’t find out the sex and let it be a surprise?” Adira said. “We could decorate the nursery in lemony yellows and light greens—neutral colors.”
“It’s a deal. We’ll be opening the best gift ever—a Christmas baby,” Favian said.
“January fifth. Technically, a New Year’s baby,” Adira teased. “Unless he or she decides to be impatient like their hot-blooded father.”
Favian found a parking spot in front of the doctor’s office in Midtown Manhattan. When he helped her out of the car, he kissed her deeply before saying huskily, “Daddy is hot blooded in more ways than one.”
He held her hand as they walked inside the glass doors. They’d been sleeping together for weeks, but between her nausea and tiredness, they hadn’t done anything but kiss. He ached for her, longed to feel himself inside her again. He also knew he needed to have patience. Not only did she need to feel up to it, but feel sure of him. Hillary had put doubts in her mind and he knew he had to work past that with Adira.
Dr. Schiller was the best OBGYN in New York and Favian spared no expense to get Adira on her patient list. She worked in Beth Israel Hospital and Favian already knew he wanted Adira to have a delivery suite there. Lynette would be there for the delivery and so would Remy, Suzie and Mason. They were family and he wanted them there to enjoy the miracle of their baby’s birth. They checked in, filled out the forms and were quickly ushered into a comfortable examination room.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Schiller and you must be Mr. and Mrs. Rivera.” Dr. Schiller was a blonde, older woman with a friendly smile.
“Yes, we are,” Favian answered before Adira could refute the comment. He had every intention of marrying her, even if she didn’t know it yet.
Dr. Schiller opened Adira’s folder and looked at her chart. “Well, I like to keep my practice informal so you can call me Carrie. We also have a twenty-four hour phone service that you can call in case of an emergency or problems you may have and they will let me know to contact you. You are sixteen weeks along and doing well. Still some morning sickness, I see. Your weight looks good. Any problems you’d like to bring to my attention?”
“I’m tired a lot. I could just be sitting there and drop off completely,” Adira said. “And I cry for no reason. Like yesterday, I saw an ad on TV with baby ducks and cried for half an hour and then ate a cupcake.”
“That’s all perfectly normal, dear. And may I just say your voice is such a treat,” Dr. Schiller said. “Any pain or issues ‘down there’ as my patients like to say? It seems to make people uncomfortable to say vagina.”
Adira laughed. “No, down below is all rainbows and kittens.”
Dr. Schiller laughed. “That’s the first time I’ve heard it described that way. I don’t see a need to check you today except to hear the heartbeat and measure the baby’s growth. I’ll do a more thorough exam at your next appointment. Your blood pressure is a tad high, but I’m not concerned at this time. Just watch your salt intake.”
