Chapter ThirteenArcherI pull Quinn closer, pressing my lips against the side of her neck. Iโm half asleep and fighting it. As much as I need sleep, I want to soak up every minute of this as I can. Who knows what the morning will bring. Or even the moment we get out of bed.I kissed Quinn.Felt Quinn.Touched every inch of her. Fucked her. Finally. After years of wanting and waiting for the time to come, it did. I think back to Sam and what he said about idealizing sleeping with Quinn. How thereโs no way the real thing could be as good as what Iโve imagined in my mind.He had a good point. Often, when you want something so bad and itโs so out of reach, you romanticize it, make it seem better than it ever can be. I thought that was the case with Quinn.But it couldnโt be further from the truth.Thereโs no fucking her out of my system. Thereโs no spending one night with her and being able to move on with my life. In fact, itโs only making me want her more, because everything was better
Chapter FourteenQuinnIโve shaved every piece of unwanted hair off my body. Iโve plucked and tweezed, applied makeup only to take it off and do it again, and re-curled my hair three times.But Iโm not trying to look good for Archer Jones.He saw me in my natural element yesterday at work wearing office attire and my hair in a ponytail. And then he saw me in all sorts of ways last night, and itโs not like I woke up looking like an Instagram model or something.I take my sunglasses off my head, and my hair gets stuck. Yanking it free, I put them on and pay my fare as I get out of the cab. Itโs nice out today, a little breezier than yesterday, but the air is humid and the wind is welcome.Archer texted me not long ago and said the convention was over, but the medical director from a big hospital invited him out for a drink at the hotel bar. He didnโt think it would take long and was too good of an opportunity to pass up. I encouraged him to go, because that hospital happens to be in Chi
Chapter FifteenQuinnTwo weeks laterโฆI stretch my arms out in front of me, slowly rolling my wrist. Itโs aching today, and I forgot my wrist brace at home. I remembered my posture brace, at least, and stand for the first time in hours to get it from my bag.My office is warm today from having multiple computers running and my door closed. I found a snag in the software design and have been pulling my hair out all day trying to fix it. I think Iโm the only one left in the office. Opening my office door, I twist my hair into a bun and use a pen to secure it on the top of my head. Grabbing the posture brace, I unbutton my blouse and take it off, tossing it in my oversized purse. Iโm wearing a sheer white cami underneath, so itโs not like Iโm just sitting in here in just a bra. I slip the brace on and sit back at my computer, feeling a bit better to have my shoulders held back into place.As soon as I sit down, the nausea Iโve felt all day hits me hard. I get up to get some water, and a
Chapter SixteenArcherโDo you boys want a second helping?โโYes, please,โ I tell Mrs. Dawson, even though Iโm already full from the first plate of chicken potpie I had. But itโs homemade and delicious.โYour interview was pushed to tomorrow?โ she asks as she puts another helping on my plate and moves on to give Dean another scoop.โYeah. The chief surgeon wanted to talk to me as well but couldnโt. There was a nasty car accident and heโs been in surgery all day.โMrs. Dawson grimaces. โI donโt know how you do it. Iโm so thankful you can, of course. We need more good doctors like you in this county.โ She gives me a warm smile. โYouโre staying here tonight, donโt even try to tell me otherwise.โ Mrs. Dawson smiles. โI love to have both my boys back! Itโll be just like college. Except youโre both much more mature,โ she adds with a wink. โWhat about dessert?โโKara was right,โ Dean says and puts a hand on his stomach. โYou are trying to fatten me up.โโOh hush.โ Mrs. Dawson opens the fridg
Chapter SeventeenQuinnMy stomach gurgles and my throat feels thick. A telltale sign Iโm going to throw up. I pride myself on saying I have an iron stomach and often bring up how I survived the Dawson Family Picnic disaster, over seven years ago, with just a twist of nausea when everyone else was riddled with food poisoning.But right now, thereโs no stopping whatโs coming up.And also right now, Archerโs hand lands on my cheek, gently cupping my face and turning my chin up to his. He leans in and I know heโs going to kiss me. I want nothing more than to kiss him back, but I canโt.Not right now.I push his hand away and turn, barely making it to the sink before I throw up.โFuck, Quinn,โ Archer says and moves in, grabbing my hair and holding it back. My stomach heaves again, and I shudder. Throwing up is awful. Just fucking awful.I turn on the faucet and rinse my mouth, washing away any vomit that might be on my face. Archerโs hand lands on my back, gently rubbing it, and heโs stil
Chapter EighteenArcherI blink rapidly, eyes needing to readjust to the bright sunlight around us. Everything faded for a moment there.โAnd Archer. I didnโt know you were in town.โ Loganโs eyes go from Quinn to me a few times before he pulls Quinn in for a hug. โIโm guessing this is why Momโs having us all come over for dinner tonight.โโYeah. Weโre out running errands for her,โ she says, shuffling back. Sweat breaks out along my back, both from the heat of the day and almost getting caught. My judgment goes out the window when it comes to Quinn, and she got me going from zero to sixty in three seconds flat.โWhatโd you buy?โ Quinn asks, shifting nervously. Sheโs worried her brother saw us too.โThat thriller thatโs being made into a movie. I refuse to see the movie until Iโve read the book.โOut of all her brothers, Quinn and Logan are the most alike. Heโs the second youngest, even though Owen is a mere handful of seconds older, and Iโve heard them joke about that bonding them.โTh
Chapter NineteenQuinnArcherโs face falls when he looks at his phone. Then his eyes narrow ever so slightly with fear.โSorry,โ he says, and stands. โItโs my mother. I have to take this.โโGo ahead, honey,โ Mom says, not catching the worry in Archerโs face like I do. My anger goes out the window, and Iโm concerned for him now. He mentioned having a sick family member. What if they couldnโt fight their illness anymore?I set my fork down, reaching for my water, and peer into the kitchen, trying to get a read on Archerโs face. His back is to me, but his hand lands on his neck. Shit. Something is wrong.โQuinn?โ Dad says in a tone that lets me know it wasnโt the first time he said my name. โEarth to Quinn.โโYeah, sorry. What?โEveryone laughs. โI asked you howโs work going on the Batmobile.โ He winks and Wes stifles a laugh.โDad,โ I scold. โI told you I canโt talk about it in front of others.โMom shakes her head, and I look past her into the kitchen again. Archer is off the phone now
Chapter TwentyArcherThe bathroom door closes, and Iโm still standing there, looking at the white paint until my vision goes blurry. After I reassured her everything will be okay, she smiled and said she was going to take a shower. But I canโt move. Hell, I can hardly breathe.Quinn is pregnant with my baby.Iโm trying to let it sink in, but my defenses are up and I canโt think past the fact sheโs been feeling sick and itโs partly my fault. Or all my fault? I know it took both of us to create the baby, and itโs not like Quinn wasnโt willing. Butโฆfuck. How could I let this happen?Iโm a doctor. I know how the body works. And yet I had sex three times with Quinn within twenty-four hours and only used a condom once. Though itโs not like I brought any with me Friday night. I didnโt expect to hook up with anyone, and when it finally happened with Quinn, I wasnโt thinking straight.Rufus tips his head, listening to Mr. And Mrs. Dawson move around the kitchen. Knowing itโs time for breakfas
Chapter Twenty-EightQuinnโCan you tell?โ I smooth my shirt over my stomach and turn to the side.โNo.โ Marissa shakes her head. โI know you and youโve always been a skinny bitch, so I guess Iโm able to pick up on that slight bump you claim is the baby, but to anyone else, you look like you ate a big meal.โโItโs weird,โ I say, wrinkling my nose, and grab my shoes. I take off my heels and put on my running shoes, not caring how silly it looks with my dress pants and blouse. Itโs Friday, and weโre leaving work for the week. โIโm almost looking forward to showing.โโJust donโt turn into Bethany.โI widen my eyes and shake my head, showing my horror. โIf I do, slap me.โ Bethany works with us and had her first baby last year. She made sure everyone knew everything about the pregnancy and complained nonstop about her symptoms. Though I can emphasize now, and after throwing up three times yesterday, I broke down and took an anti-nausea pill this morning.I still feel sick, but I havenโt pu
Chapter Twenty-SevenArcherโAll things considered, that went as well as I thought it would.โ I put my arm around Quinn and push off the ground, sending the glider back. Itโs getting late, and everyone but Weston and Jackson have left already. Wes is working the night shift tonight, so Jackson is staying here with Quinnโs parents.Quinn rests her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes. She looks exhausted. Physically, I know she will be for the rest of the first trimester at least. Emotionally, sheโs spent.And I still think sheโs one of the fucking strongest people I know.โYeah. Only my dad and Dean want to take you out back and cut off your testicles. But donโt worry, I wonโt let that happen. I happen to like them. Well, more so what theyโre attached to.โI laugh and press my lips against the top of Quinnโs head. โThanks for looking out for my balls.โ The sound of katydids and crickets echo through the yard, reverberating off the tall corn that surrounds us. The sounds of a countr
Chapter Twenty-SixQuinnThe air leaves my lungs, and if it werenโt for Archerโs arm around me, I might have fallen over. Momโs eyebrows pinch together, and she tips her head looking at the images.โWhere did you getโโ Mom tips her head, eyeing the photos. The blood drains from my face, and I canโt open my mouth to form the words to warn Archer.โThis has your name on it, Quinn,โ she says quietly. And then it hits her. Her mouth opens, and she lets out a gasp. The ultrasound pictures fall to the table, and Dad picks them up.It doesnโt take him long to come to the same conclusion. He stands up so fast his chair scoots out from behind him and falls over.โYou knocked up my daughter?โA hush falls over the room, and I swear even the dogs stopped sniffing around the table to look.โQuinn,โ Mom starts, still looking confused. She picks up the chair and reaches up for Dadโs wrist, pulling him back down. โWhatโฆwhenโฆare you sure?โโWait a minute,โ Owen says, reaching across the table for the
Chapter Twenty-FiveQuinnI need a drink. A big one. With lots and lots of alcohol. I close my eyes in a long blink, praying I misheard Kara.โThatโs less than a year away!โ Mom exclaims. โDo you think you can get everything ready in time?โMarch isnโt that far away, sheโs right. And there is a lot to do before then, and Iโm not thinking about the wedding.โI think we can swing it,โ Kara says. โIโll have to get right to work, I know, and my momโs already on it.โ She looks back at Dean, smiling. โWe donโt want anything fancy, anyway.โI bring my hand to my head, subconsciously rubbing the space between my jaw and my ear. Itโs been hurting off and on since last weekend, and I knew I should have listened to Archer about a sinus infection lingering for longer than normal now that Iโm pregnant.โAre you okay, hun?โ Mom asks, and I flick my eyes up to her.โOh, yeah. I think I have an ear infection, thatโs all,โ I blurt. I should have made something up, but Iโve never been a good liar and n
Chapter Twenty-FourArcherPanting, I roll to the side, flopping down onto the mattress. My heart is still racing, and sweat covers my brow. Quinn is breathing just as hard, and her bare breasts rise and fall as she gulps in air.I didnโt think it was possible to have better sex that we did the first time, but I feel confident to say we just topped it. Reaching for the water bottle on the nightstand, I take a drink and grab the sheet, pulling it up over us. Weโre both hot and sweaty now, but with the ceiling fan going on high, weโll cool off fast and I donโt want Quinn to get a chill. Sheโs still fighting a cold and has to be worn out after the marathon sex we just had.I know I am.โThat was more than thirty minutes,โ she says once she catches her breath and moves onto her side. I wrap her in my arms.โIโm not sorry about that.โโYouโve set a high standard for yourself,โ she says with a coy smile.โI always aim to please, babe.โQuinn laughs and runs her fingers through my hair. โYou
Chapter Twenty-ThreeQuinnI wake up in Archerโs arms, and for the first time since I found out Iโm pregnant, everything feels like itโs going to be okay. He made me dinner last night, and went out and got me more Sour Patch Kids before we went to sleep.I carefully roll over, moving closer to him. It feels so good to have him next to me. Physically, his presence is comforting on its own. But having him here for everything else is almost enough to do me in.We jumped into a relationship and need to take things slow. He said he likes me but held off moving forward out of respect to Dean, but things are bigger than their friendship now. We have less than a week before we drop the bomb on my family, and Iโm fairly sure all four of my brothers are going to have a few choice words for Archer.Early morning sun filters through the large windows. I forgot to close the blinds last night, and the light is shining right in on Archer. I reach over and take my phone from the nightstand. My blinds
Chapter Twenty-TwoArcherI missed a call from Quinn today, and I noticed it right before I went into surgery. Iโve never had a hard time clearing my head before, but today, as I wash my hands and have my surgical scrubs put on, itโs all I can think about. She hasnโt called meโever. What if something is wrong? She didnโt leave a message, and she didnโt text either.Iโm sure everything is fine with her and the baby. It has to be. As awful as I feel to admit it, thereโs a small part of me thatโs glad Quinn is pregnant. The timing couldnโt be worse. Dean is going to hate us both. Heโll forgive Quinn eventually, but the light he holds her in will forever be dimmed.But now that sheโs pregnant, weโre talking, and we have a chance. And if anyone was to be the mother of my child, no one is better than Quinn.Sam puts the patient under and we get started. As soon as I make the first cut, Iโm back in the game, and the surgical team and I make small talk as we go about treating the patient.An
Chapter Twenty-OneQuinnThe door shuts behind me and I turn around, prepared to tell Archer this is silly. But the second I see the look in his eyes, all the air is sucked out of my lungs.โQuinn,โ he pants, voice heavy with desire. A shiver runs down my spine and his hands land on either side of my waist. โAre you sure you want this?โParting my lips, I hook my arms around his neck. โYes,โ I breathe, telling the honest truth. I do want Archer, and Iโm not just talking about sex.I want him to be with me during this pregnancy.I want him there when I give birth.I want him to raise this child with me.I want us. Together.He wastes no time in kissing me, and I slide my hands down his chest, going right to his belt. His hands go around my back and unhooks my bra.And then the door opens.โMotherfucker,โ I blurt as Archer and I untangle. The dogs run in ahead of my parents, with Rufus at the rear, limping.โYou should really consider going in and having a specialist look at it,โ Archer
Chapter TwentyArcherThe bathroom door closes, and Iโm still standing there, looking at the white paint until my vision goes blurry. After I reassured her everything will be okay, she smiled and said she was going to take a shower. But I canโt move. Hell, I can hardly breathe.Quinn is pregnant with my baby.Iโm trying to let it sink in, but my defenses are up and I canโt think past the fact sheโs been feeling sick and itโs partly my fault. Or all my fault? I know it took both of us to create the baby, and itโs not like Quinn wasnโt willing. Butโฆfuck. How could I let this happen?Iโm a doctor. I know how the body works. And yet I had sex three times with Quinn within twenty-four hours and only used a condom once. Though itโs not like I brought any with me Friday night. I didnโt expect to hook up with anyone, and when it finally happened with Quinn, I wasnโt thinking straight.Rufus tips his head, listening to Mr. And Mrs. Dawson move around the kitchen. Knowing itโs time for breakfas