like he was about to explode and not in a good way. "Let's just take a look at our baby girl." I could tell he was trying to pull his thoughts together.
When her heartbeat filled the room, his smile was huge. I thought he was just going to look at her for fun, but he seemed to be doing a thorough exam, even going as far as to measure her organs. "Did Dr. Harding do your ultrasound or a technician?"
"He did," I answered honestly, and Trent seemed to examine the screen even more thoroughly. I could see the stress and worry in his face. He seemed to be taking several images and double-checking everything. "Is everything alright?" I asked worried.
"It looks like it. Who recommended him to you?"
"No one, I just saw he was covered by my insurance and located close to work."
"You work with a pediatrician, does she know him?"
"I don't know, I didn't tell her I was seeing him."
"You didn't ask anyone about him?" he nearly shouted.
"I didn't see any complaints about him online."
He shook his head, laughing blackly. "Of course not."
"Trent, what's going on?"
He looked at me nervously. "I know you don't like me or trust me, but please, just listen to me this one time and change doctors. I can give you a list of great doctors, just don't see Mathias anymore."
"You know Dr. Harding personally?" I asked.
He nodded yes. "Please, I'll bet if you asked the doctor you work for, she'd agree with me. Just please, consider changing doctors. Hell, I'll pay for the cost of an out-of-network doctor if you want. Just please, don't see him anymore. I don't want him delivering our baby."
Again, I didn't snap at him for calling Katie our baby; instead of saying she was just mine. He looked really upset about it, and I was getting worried. "Is she alright? Does everything look like it should?" I asked, as I tried to see the ultrasound pictures.
"It looks good so far. I'm going to pull these up in my office and look at them closer to make sure I didn't miss anything." He put his hand on one side of my stomach and held the wand in the other, shifting my belly to get her to move and kick him. He smiled down at her, and before I could stop him, he was kissing my belly. My eyes widened, and I gasped in shock. He looked up at me wide-eyed, like he couldn't believe he had just done that.
"Do you kiss all of your patient's bellies?" I asked letting him know I wasn't pissed at his little slipup.
"No, just the belly with my baby in it."
I raised a challenging eyebrow at him, and he smiled. "I swear yours is the only pregnant belly I've ever kissed."
We heard a knocking on the office door, and Trent poked his head out of the room. "Go ahead and get dressed. I'll pull up the images as soon as I've taken care of this."
I stepped out of the exam room and saw him talking to a pregnant woman and another holding a baby. Trent took the baby from the lady and cuddled it. He was so enamored with the baby, that he didn't see the way they were gawking at him. I remembered that from college. I came down the hall, but they were too focused on him, and he was too focused on the baby for them to notice me.
As I walked closer, I heard Trent talking. "So, Sandy, how is Tim adjusting to fatherhood?"
The woman had the audacity to lean to the side to check out his butt. "Oh, my husband is doing fine, so fine," she answered, but it was obvious she wasn't referencing her husband's state of mind.
"That's good, being a daddy is the greatest thing in the world."
"That's so true, Dr. Carrington," the pregnant woman stated rubbing her belly. "Having a father around is so important to a child." She stepped a little closer. "I can see you'd make such a wonderful father. You really should see about settling down…Trent."
He looked up a little rattled and stepped back, clearing his throat. "Please, call me Dr. Carrington while I'm in the office, Tammy."
"But it's after hours." She stepped closer, and he shifted the baby between them.
"Even still, we're in the office,"
When her heartbeat filled the room, his smile was huge. I thought he was just going to look at her for fun, but he seemed to be doing a thorough exam, even going as far as to measure her organs. "Did Dr. Harding do your ultrasound or a technician?"
"He did," I answered honestly, and Trent seemed to examine the screen even more thoroughly. I could see the stress and worry in his face. He seemed to be taking several images and double-checking everything. "Is everything alright?" I asked worried.
"It looks like it. Who recommended him to you?"
"No one, I just saw he was covered by my insurance and located close to work."
"You work with a pediatrician, does she know him?"
"I don't know, I didn't tell her I was seeing him."
"You didn't ask anyone about him?" he nearly shouted.
"I didn't see any complaints about him online."
He shook his head, laughing blackly. "Of course not."
"Trent, what's going on?"
He looked at me nervously. "I know you don't like me or trust me, but please, just listen to me this one time and change doctors. I can give you a list of great doctors, just don't see Mathias anymore."
"You know Dr. Harding personally?" I asked.
He nodded yes. "Please, I'll bet if you asked the doctor you work for, she'd agree with me. Just please, consider changing doctors. Hell, I'll pay for the cost of an out-of-network doctor if you want. Just please, don't see him anymore. I don't want him delivering our baby."
Again, I didn't snap at him for calling Katie our baby; instead of saying she was just mine. He looked really upset about it, and I was getting worried. "Is she alright? Does everything look like it should?" I asked, as I tried to see the ultrasound pictures.
"It looks good so far. I'm going to pull these up in my office and look at them closer to make sure I didn't miss anything." He put his hand on one side of my stomach and held the wand in the other, shifting my belly to get her to move and kick him. He smiled down at her, and before I could stop him, he was kissing my belly. My eyes widened, and I gasped in shock. He looked up at me wide-eyed, like he couldn't believe he had just done that.
"Do you kiss all of your patient's bellies?" I asked letting him know I wasn't pissed at his little slipup.
"No, just the belly with my baby in it."
I raised a challenging eyebrow at him, and he smiled. "I swear yours is the only pregnant belly I've ever kissed."
We heard a knocking on the office door, and Trent poked his head out of the room. "Go ahead and get dressed. I'll pull up the images as soon as I've taken care of this."
I stepped out of the exam room and saw him talking to a pregnant woman and another holding a baby. Trent took the baby from the lady and cuddled it. He was so enamored with the baby, that he didn't see the way they were gawking at him. I remembered that from college. I came down the hall, but they were too focused on him, and he was too focused on the baby for them to notice me.
As I walked closer, I heard Trent talking. "So, Sandy, how is Tim adjusting to fatherhood?"
The woman had the audacity to lean to the side to check out his butt. "Oh, my husband is doing fine, so fine," she answered, but it was obvious she wasn't referencing her husband's state of mind.
"That's good, being a daddy is the greatest thing in the world."
"That's so true, Dr. Carrington," the pregnant woman stated rubbing her belly. "Having a father around is so important to a child." She stepped a little closer. "I can see you'd make such a wonderful father. You really should see about settling down…Trent."
He looked up a little rattled and stepped back, clearing his throat. "Please, call me Dr. Carrington while I'm in the office, Tammy."
"But it's after hours." She stepped closer, and he shifted the baby between them.
"Even still, we're in the office,"
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