(Mira)
A week later, I was back at the hospital for the follow up appointment the doctor had insisted on before letting me go home.
I didn’t want to be nervous, but my body didn’t care what I wanted. The second Ridge parked near the entrance, my hand went to my stomach. I told myself this was just a checkup, but the last time I’d come through those doors, I’d been bleeding and terrified.
Ridge cut the engine and looked at me before reaching for the door.
“You ready?” he asked.
“No,” I said honestly.
He nodded like that was the answer he expected. “Then we’ll go in not ready.”
That almost made me smile.
He came around to my side and opened the door before I could reach for it. I didn’t argue with him because I’d learned there were some battles Ridge wasn’t going to let me win. Getti
