บททั้งหมดของ My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist : บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 178

Beth“This feels familiar,” I muttered, buckling my seatbelt as Stacy pulled out of our driveway. “Too familiar.”He didn’t take his eyes off the road. “You mean the part where we’re heading to the DA’s office for the second time in one pregnancy?”“Exactly.” I leaned back and sighed. “Madison in the first trimester. Whitney in the second. God only knows what kind of lunatic I’ll be testifying against in the third.”Stacy’s hand slipped over to mine and gave it a squeeze. “Let’s not tempt fate.”“Too late,” I muttered. “Fate’s already RSVP’d to the baby shower.”We were quiet for a moment, the hum of the SUV filling the space between us. Then Stacy spoke again, voice soft but weighted.“We should just start over.”I turned to him, one brow raised. “What do you mean?”“A new town. A new practice. Somewhere small. Quiet. With good schools and bad Wi-Fi.”I blinked at him. “You’re serious?”His eyes flicked toward me briefly. “Dead serious.”“You’re crazy.”“Probably.” He didn’t deny it.

BethI didn’t realize I was holding my breath until the gavel hit the block.“Miss Hart is hereby sentenced to six years in state prison,” the judge announced, “with eligibility for parole no sooner than year five, contingent upon behavior, rehabilitation benchmarks, and the completion of mandatory counseling for sexual assault perpetrators.”Six years.It wasn’t long enough.But it wasn’t nothing.Stacy’s fingers threaded through mine, grounding me in the echoing silence that followed. Whitney didn’t look at us. She hadn’t looked at us once since walking in. She sat still in her chair, hands folded tightly in her lap, lips pressed into a straight, bloodless line.Only when the judge thanked her for cooperating with law enforcement did I see it.A flicker.Not remorse. Not shame.Relief.She’d saved herself.Not us.The bailiff moved to escort her out, chains clinking faintly. That’s when she finally turned her head. Her eyes landed on Stacy for just a second. Something unreadable pas

BethI was still processing the words your water just broke when the door to the exam room creaked open behind us.Adam stepped out, clipboard in hand—and immediately paused.His gaze dropped to the puddle forming beneath my feet, then traveled up to my face, which probably looked like I’d just seen the Grim Reaper holding a diaper bag.“Your timing is bullshit,” I told him flatly, jabbing a finger in his direction. “This is your fault.”His brows shot up. “My fault?”Adam didn’t miss a beat. He pointed right back at Stacy. “He’s the one that put the baby in you! So maybe redirect that rage to the dick responsible.““You’re the one that said, ‘I’ll see you next week if you make it that far!’” I snapped. “I didn’t even make it ten goddamn steps! I barely made it past the stirrups!”Adam started laughing. Loud, unbothered, arms spread wide like he’d just nailed a punchline at a stand-up show.“Well, what can I say?” he grinned. “The kid’s got a flair for dramatic exits. But hey—you’re f

BethThe smell of grilled corn and smoked ribs drifted on the summer air, mingling with the squeals of kids chasing bubbles across the backyard.Crystal’s youngest—Chelsea—was already halfway up the treehouse with her older brother, Zack, shouting warnings below her. Lily was belly-laughing in her daddy’s lap like someone had just told her the funniest joke in the universe. And BJ—my BJ—was standing proudly at the grill with his father, using tongs that were clearly too big for his hands but not his confidence.“This one’s almost done,” he said, pointing to a chicken thigh with the air of a future surgeon.Stacy gave a solemn nod. “Doctor approved.”I eased back onto the picnic bench, rubbing the side of my belly. Still three months to go, but this boy? He was a kicker. Just like his brother. And apparently his brother before him if that chaos in my ribs was any indication.Rachel flopped down beside me with an exaggerated groan, her own very-much-twin-packed belly resting like a smal