At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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1 year later
"Ouch, you little shit!" I gasp, as I massage my nipple, after unlatching Gracie and she blinks those innocent baby blue eyes at me. "Don't look at me like that. You could just say you're done instead of using my nipple as your personal teething ring."
She gurgles and coos, and a toothless grin slowly taunts me into submission.
"God, you're just like your father."
I sit her on my lap as she wiggles this way and that, wide awake and excited to have her mom home, pulling at the strings of my scrub pants.
"Her balance is getting better," Adam chirps, kneeling next to us, "and look at her grip!" He giggles as she holds onto his finger and begins sucking on it, before—
"Ouch, Gracie!" He laughs. "It's no wonder Mom has been complaining about her poor nipples."
"Oh, you grated them too, baba. She's teething now, so she wants to chew on everything!"
Adam lifts her up like a spaceship, making all the rocket sounds much to Gracie's content as she laughs and giggles and they continue playing for a while.
True to form, both Adam and Jamie thought it prudent to buy Grace a toy steering wheel or her first simulator as they like to call it.
"The sales guy said it's good for fine motor development, love." Jamie tried to defend himself. "As well as hand-eye coordination and you know how important that is for—"
I raised an eyebrow, daring him to say anything remotely related to racing.
"For when she starts crawling."
Nice recovery.
"And look, it's got settings in three different languages, Mom." Adam backed Jamie up.
"Well, I'm the only one who speaks three different languages and do you think any of you listen to me anyway?" I swear, it's like I'm completely outnumbered in this house.
We head down to the living room, Adam finishes up some school work while keeping an eye on Gracie in her playpen and I get started on dinner, turning on some music and keeping an eye on the clock. And a few minutes before six—
"Gracie!" Adam runs to the front door to check before backtracking and grabbing his sister. "Dad's home!!"
About damn time, too.
"Careful, baba, don't run with your sister."
From the kitchen, I watch on as they both eagerly await Jamie's arrival: Adam bouncing on the balls of his feet, Gracie looking around curiously with those luminous blue eyes. But Adam changes his mind and decides to hide behind the couch instead, gesturing for me to do the same.
