My phone vibrated and I pulled it from the pocket of my hoodie. “Oh my gosh … oh my gosh! It’s time.”
“Time for what exactly?”
I glanced up from the screen, eyes wide, smile even wider. “Holly’s client is in labor! I have to go. I’m … I’m going to help deliver a baby. Eek!” I jumped up and down hysterically, and before I realized what was happening, I had my arms thrown around Fisher’s neck, my body still doing its spastic jumping motion.
He rested his good hand on my back and chuckled.
“This is happening!” My hands went from his neck to his face, framing it, and I kissed him. It was quick, but … ugh! It was on. The. Mouth. My excitement completely erased reality just long enough for my brain to fart.
Jumping away from him, my eyes widened even more as I covered my mouth with my hand. “I … oh … shit … I’m so sorry. I … oh … shit. Fisher, I’m …” I shook my head repeatedly.
When the shock dissipated from his face, he grinned. “It’s fine.”
I tucked my phone back into my pocket and turned toward the door. “I have to go. I’m so embarrassed. It was nice knowing ya.” Flying out the door, I hopped into my car and bolted. I couldn’t get miles between us fast enough.
Chapter Twelve
I helped deliver a seven-pound twelve-ounce baby boy after twelve hours of labor. A water birth.
Then two days later, I did the follow up visit with the family to check on the baby and mom. She was glowing.
I focused on work and reading through the books Holly gave me, basically anything to keep from thinking about kissing Fisher. The weekend came and went. Rory and Rose hung out with Fisher on Saturday night, probably to get the scoop on his Friday night date with Angie. They invited me, but I declined, opting to just keep reading, just keep avoiding Fisher for approximately forever.
On Wednesday of the following week, I helped deliver a baby girl. Six pounds, eleven ounces. And perfect.
I loved every aspect of Holly’s job. Wellness visits. Prenatal visits. Postnatal visits. Happy families. Tiny babies. Women feeling alive again after working with Holly to get their hormones balanced—to get their lives balanced again. Very rewarding work.
Holly and I had Thursday off to recoup from a long night of waiting for that sweet girl to make her way into the world. I was so tired and grateful for the time to get some sleep. After hours of not moving an inch in my bed, Rory woke me up.
“Are you having dinner with us?” She ran her hand through my hair.
I blinked my heavy eyelids open. “Um …” I rolled onto my back and stretched. “Yeah. I think so. What time is it?”
“Six.”
“Yeah, I’d better get up so I can sleep later.” I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
“No rush, sleepy head. Dinner won’t be ready for another thirty minutes if you need a shower or whatever.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I need a shower, at least to wake up.”
“Okay.” She kissed my head and left my room.
I padded to the bathroom and stripped into my bra and panties. There were no clean towels on the shelf, which meant Rory probably hadn’t taken them out of the dryer.
I opened the door and crossed the hallway to the laundry room. Sure enough, clean towels were in the dryer. As I crossed the hallway again, I made a casual glance to the side, seeing something move. Someone move …
Fisher stood maybe three feet from me.
Me in my bra and panties.
Me holding the bath towel in my hand instead of covering my body.