So this is a little bridge chapter to more drama next chapter.
Hope you guys enjoy though. You know I dont like to disappoint.
September 27
New York Presbyterian Hospital
Washington Heights (Manhattan), NY
10:05am
Jourdain walked into the patient’s room with Matteo and a nurse following closely behind her.
“Okay Jourdain, I’m going to leave you for a few minutes and when I get back I’ll take your weight and a blood sample, and measure your belly. While you’re waiting for me, I’ll need for you to get undressed and put on this lovely gown,” the nurse said, smiling genially.
Jourdain smiled in return. “Okay.”
The nurse left soon after, only briefly glancing at the handsome, brooding man who stood staring at Jourdain from the corner of the room.
Jourdain looked at him pointedly. “Aren’t you going to leave so I can get undressed?”
Matteo simply lifted a brow, deliberately looking her up and down.
Jourdain sighed and turned, giving him her back. She was twenty weeks pregnant, and while she hadn’t experienced too much weight gain or growth around her middle, she still felt a bit self-conscious. Her boobs were noticeably bigger and hell of a lot sore. As she got undressed she thought about two days ago, when Matteo ambushed her at his mother’s house. She hadn’t even had time to feel embarrassed about her changing body before he pounced on her. In her mind, they were both anxious, horny and the room was dark. But now, under the bright florescent lights while they were both reasonably satiated, she felt like her flaws were at their peak. Jourdain quickly donned the hospital gown and sat on the table.
She heard him snort. She looked over at him, noticing his amused expression before asking, “What?”
His expression sobered, becoming serious. “You are beautiful, Tesoro,” he said genuinely.
Her breath caught in her throat with the earnest sentiment. Did this man not miss anything? Jourdain thought, staring at him in disbelief. The pair remained in their fixed positions, staring at each other until the nurse came into the room, breaking the spell.
Jourdain broke her gaze from Matteo, engaging the nurse into conversation as she answered the medical professional’s questions. All the while, Jourdain was aware of Matteo’s eyes on her.
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“You must be the father. It’s nice to finally meet you,” Dr. Smith, Jourdain’s OB/GYN greeted, her hand outstretched.
“Matteo Nicoletti. It’s nice to meet you as well,” he returned, smiling and shaking her hand.
Jourdain rolled her eyes when she noticed Dr. Smith’s slight blush. The woman was in her late fifties for Christ sake! The man could literally charm the scales off a snake.
“You two make quite the couple,” she complimented.
Matteo responded to the doctor, but watched Jourdain’s face for a reaction, “It took a bit to convince her of that, but she seems to believe it now.”
Jourdain felt her face heat as she noticed the look in his eyes; it was as though she was watching a slideshow of their most passionate moments.
Dr. Smith gently cleared her throat looking back and forth between Jourdain and Matteo. “All right. Well let’s get started here. Jourdain lay back for me and pull up your gown.”
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Sinful Infatuation
General Fiction**Contains mature content** There's a reason why the wicked have more fun... She's a lawyer to be. He's a high-profile mob boss. For all intents and purposes, they really shouldn't have even crossed paths. But when Jourdain and Matteo meet, a wicke...
