**Completed** Cole Galloway has always had just enough of an ego to believe that the women falling at his feet were deserved. With an abundance of charm and looks to die for, who wouldn't want him?
Wynona Caldwell. That's who.
When Cole sets his s...
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Wynn
I'm one lucky girl.
Who'd have thought after all the tears, hormones and mistakes of the past few weeks that I'd be thinking that? But I know it's true because, despite all of my crazy, which is admittedly significant, I'm not going to my appointment alone.
I'd planned to be a big girl, to suck it up and figure things out on my own. But everything changed on the night I spilled my guts to Wyatt. He promised me he'd be there for me, and he is, having volunteered to take me to an OB we located across town in an effort to keep things private. At least for now...
The boy is selfless to a fault. I'm certain I don't deserve his friendship, especially after what I attempted to orchestrate with Colby and Cole, but here he is, despite my protests. At least he and Colby are together again. It's nice to see that some things are working out for the best.
"Let's do this," Wyatt says as we enter the double doors leading to my future.
I'm handed a sizeable load of paperwork to fill out by a cheerful receptionist who is definitely a cougar. She's gotta be pushing fifty, but she can't stop staring at Wyatt, who's completely oblivious. It's bold on her part, really. For all she knows, he's my baby's daddy.
Yuck.
I mean, there's nothing wrong with Wyatt—it's just that he's like a brother to me.
"Wynona Caldwell," comes a voice from the opposite side of the waiting room. The nurse smiles when I nod, gesturing for me to follow her back.
"Come with?" I plead, suddenly feeling apprehensive. I've known all along that this is life-altering, but having it confirmed and seeing my baby for the first time...it's a bit daunting, to be honest.
"Sure, if you want," he says, rising to his feet. I nod, grateful that he's being so cool about everything. Obstetrics and gynecology aren't traditional comfort zones for most guys—they just enjoy all the things related to it. Still, he doesn't seem the least bit bothered as he follows me to the exam room.
The nurse smiles brightly, arranging all of the various forms. "Is this the father?" she asks, indicating Wyatt.
"No!" we bark in unison.
"I'm just moral support," Wyatt clarifies, seating himself in one of the spare chairs against the wall and smirking at me. I roll my eyes, smiling in return. He always helps to lighten the mood.
"Oh, I see," she chirps happily. "No worries! Wynona, please step onto the scale for me, so I can get a quick weight."
"You, close your eyes!" I demand, pointing at my now snickering companion as I move toward the scale in the corner. The nurse quietly takes my weight before waving me over to the exam table, where she proceeds to ask me dozens of super personal questions, which I notice with some satisfaction, have Wyatt squirming and blushing in his seat.
