Eleven

Chapter Two: The Good Doctor

A/N: Dedicated to ladybugtastic. :) Hopefully your new baby doesn't distract you from writing too much, because I'm not sure I'd be able to survive that. Still anxiously awaiting what happens next for Alex and the boys. *coughcough.*

Chapter Two: The Good Doctor

Miraculously making it home with a clean driving record, I parked behind Sean's Honda before taking a deep, calming breath for courage. Tucking my phone back into my bra and remembering to grab the keys from the stupid  ignition, I headed towards the leftmost townhouse. Standing three stories high with a brownstone finish, the pristine yard and rose bushes absolutely screamed Owen Blackbourne. The purple welcome-mat with "an apple (pie) a day keeps the doctor happy" written across it, on the other hand, was purely Sean.

Stepping over the threshold, my nose was immediately bombarded with the rich scent of pasta sauce. I vaguely recalled Dr. Roberts lecturing about certain foods making me nauseous during my first trimester, but I was relieved to find that my stomach was still leaping at the chance to consume some delicious pasta.

Low voices could be heard from the kitchen, and I dutifully placed my keys in their designated, decorative bowl before making my way through the foyer and into the living room.

"Pookie!" Sean grinned from across the kitchen island as he saw me come in. My lips lifted automatically as I took in the sight of Sean and Owen cooking together. Those two could be more domestic than any mother I'd ever seen, when given the chance. Sean had come a long way in his cooking abilities, and he was trusted enough to boil water now. I passed the couches and large dining area while heading towards them, my eyes drifting over Sean stirring a pot while Owen chopped some tomatoes.

"Hi, Sean," I greeted, grinning as I leaned against the island. My eyes traveled over the frilly pink apron he was wearing, and I recognized it as the one Luke gave me for Christmas a few years ago. "Owen, did you-"

My words cut off abruptly when my eyes swung towards Owen and noticed his own locked on me. Our earlier phone conversation came barreling back into my mind as I took in his predatory gaze. A slow, millimeter smile slid onto his face as his darkened eyes stared unflinchingly into mine.

I audibly gulped.

If I wasn't incredibly turned on, I might've been creeped out by the way he was staring at me so intently while viciously chopping tomatoes with a very large, sharp knife.

"Owen, give it a rest before you make the poor girl's ovaries explode," Sean rolled his eyes as he walked up to me with his usual flirty smile. With a quick peck on my lips, he ushered me towards the table. "At least let her have a last meal."

"You have such little faith in me, Sean," Owen calmly admonished him, still chopping tomatoes.

"Actually, I think I'm showing a lot of faith in you," Sean shot back good-naturedly as he gave my shoulder an affectionate squeeze before heading back to the stove. "After all, I've seen first hand what one look from you can do to our poor Sang."

"What's for lunch?" I cut in, half of me wanting to stop them from talking about their affect on me and the other half, the one consisting of my stomach, genuinely curious.

"Cavatelli with andouille, chicken, peppers, and tomatoes," Owen answered with a knowing glance my way before turning and dropping the chopped tomatoes into the pasta.

"Sounds delicious," I said, my mouth watering slightly. I checked quickly to make sure there wasn't any drool. "Can I help?"

"We're just finishing up, love," Owen deflected warmly, pulling plates out of the cabinet as Sean pulled out glasses. I stopped breathing for a moment when I realized he might be getting out wine, but my shoulders sagged in relief when he started pouring water in them. "You should save your energy for Dr. Green's interrogation."