Baby for Brother’s Best Friend: Brother’s Best Friend Book 1

by Summers, Sofia T

  “Do you think he still has the hots for you?” Anna asked. “What’s he look like, anyway?”

  Like a Greek god, I thought. But I couldn’t say that – somehow, I didn’t want her to know. It was almost like I was embarrassed of the way I felt about my doctor.

  “He’s cute,” I lied. “He got a lot taller.”

  “He totally still has a thing for you,” Anna teased. She finished her beer and set the can down on the table. “I can tell.”

  I rolled my eyes. “It’s just his passion for his work,” I said.

  “Sure,” Anna said. “Tell yourself that all you want. But you’re gorgeous, Lyssa. It would take a blind man not to notice you. And if he’s had a crush on you for so long, he—”

  “He’ll be a very good doctor,” I said abruptly. “And the picture of a consummate professional.”

  I hoped he would, anyway.

  At least, that was what I told myself. The truth was, thinking about anything beyond a completely professional doctor-patient relationship was terrifying. I had built up so many walls over the years that it would have taken an expert to even begin to look past them. After Curt, I had vowed that I’d never let another man hurt me again. Sticking to that had been easy, even in New York.

  But there was something about Dan that made me want to take that first step of trust. He had always been so open and kind and smart – the opposite of Curt, who had micro-managed my entire life from basically the moment we met. I had been an idiot, a nineteen-year-old naïf, who had trusted him because he was an older man. And he’d done nothing but exploit my trust and kindness and love. He’d isolated me from everything for so long that even spending time with my family became fighting a battle that I rarely had the strength to win.

  I knew it was ridiculous. Here I was, fantasizing about getting to know Dan after so long. He probably wasn’t interested in me, and why would he be? I was an overweight paralegal approaching middle age with anxiety, depression, and an insatiable desire to have a child. Dan was gorgeous and muscular, smart and in the prime of his life. He probably had a string of gorgeous women.

  “I’m just saying,” Anna said finally. “He’s an old friend, right? At the very least, I bet he’d love to be a part of your life again.”

  I shook my head. “He’s my doctor,” I said firmly. “And that’s how it’s going to stay.”

  8

  Dan – Friday

  The morning of my first real appointment with Lyssa, I was nervous. Not nervous about seeing her again, although the sight of her round curves always made me happy.

  I was nervous about how her test results would shake out. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the conversation that I’d had with Steven a few days back. How Lyssa would be devastated if she wasn’t fertile, and how I’d hate to be the one who had to break that awful news to her. There was always adoption, but I knew that it was an expensive, lengthy process that often took years.

  Not to mention, single women weren’t usually the prioritized candidates.

  I walked into my office and had my coffee at my desk while I got ready for the day. After seeing a couple of my other patients, Lyssa came in right after noon. My nurse, Carrie, showed her to a room and had her change into a paper gown while I waited the customary ten minutes.

  When I walked into the exam room, the sight of Lyssa’s curves, barely concealed in thin paper, set my heart racing. God, she was beautiful – even while wearing a literal paper sack, she looked like a goddess. As my eyes traveled over her generous, Rubenesque body, my mouth went dry and I silently prayed that my cock wouldn’t get hard. I couldn’t keep my mind off of her – how it would feel to touch her, feel her silky skin under my hands and make her tremble. Her blue eyes flicked over me and seemed to widen.

  Was it possible that she felt the same way about me?

  Or was I just imagining things, because she was so grateful that I’d agreed to help her?

  Keep your shit together, I told myself. You’re a fucking professional.

  It’s time to act like it.

  “Good afternoon, Ms. Holm,” I greeted her.

  She raised an eyebrow at me.

  Definitely flirting, I thought before I could stop myself. Grinning, I strode closer and picked up her file from the table.

  “And, how are you?”

  Lyssa swallowed. She shifted on the exam table, then looked down at her thighs.

  “Nervous,” she admitted. Her pale cheeks flushed bright pink. I had to remind myself to treat her as a patient, not a woman, despite the raging blend of hormones that swirled around in my body. It was the hardest thing in the world to stand there without taking her hand and comforting her.

  “There’s nothing to be anxious about,” I told her, even as my conversation with her brother echoed in her head. “It’s just a few routine tests.”

  Lyssa nodded. “I know that I’m being silly,” she said.

  The door opened and closed and Carrie, my nurse, came back in. She smiled at Lyssa.

  “I’m just going to take some blood,” she said.

  Lyssa bit down on her lip and winced as Carrie tied the rubber tourniquet around her plump upper arm.

  “Make a fist for me,” Carrie said in a soothing voice, and Lyssa complied. Carrie found Lyssa’s vein and slipped the needle in – Lyssa barely winced, and she kept her eyes on the four vials of blood that Carrie took from her.

  “Good,” Carrie said as she released the tourniquet. “Dr. Andrews and I are going to ask you a few questions, okay?”

  Lyssa nodded.

  As Carrie began the list of questions, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Lyssa’s face. The curve of her lip, glistening and wet with her saliva. Her cute little upturned nose. Her big blue eyes that flickered around the room, looking frightened and scared.

  God, I hated that she was afraid. Watching her trembling with anxiety was one of the hardest things I’d ever done in my life – I felt powerless and weak, completely unable to protect her. At the same time – and I hated myself for this – I was so undeniably aroused by the sight of her nearly-exposed body that I had to sit down with her folder over my lap. I wanted to rip that paper gown off her luscious body and spread her round thighs, get to my knees and bury my face in her pussy. I tried to imagine how she’d smell, how she’d taste, but the only thing I could sense was the plastic, sterile scent of the exam room.

  “Dr. Andrews?”

  My head snapped to attention at the worried note in Carrie’s voice and I turned to her.

  “Sorry,” I said. “What was that?”

  “Did you have any questions for Ms. Holm?”

  Shit, I thought. I’d been so lost in my fantasies of Lyssa that I’d completely spaced out.

  “Uh, no,” I said as I cleared my throat. “I think we’re all good here.”

  Carrie gave me a strange look which I tried to ignore as I got to my feet. Holding Lyssa’s folder in front of my body so she wouldn’t see my growing erection, I held out my hand.

  “We should have results from your blood tests for you in about a week,” I told Lyssa.

  “Dr. Andrews, what about the ultrasound?” Carrie asked.

  I could have groaned – what the fuck was wrong with me today?!

  “Um, I’ll write you an order slip and you can go this afternoon,” I told Lyssa. “As long as that fits with your schedule.”

  “Won’t you be there with me?” Lyssa asked, sounding fearful once again.

  “Dr. Andrews is too busy,” Carrie answered her.

  I could have fired her on the spot.

  “Unfortunately, I can’t this afternoon,” I told her. “But the ultrasound tech we work with is very friendly. I promise, everything will be fine.”

  Lyssa nodded. “And is that ...” She trailed off, then flushed and bit her lower lip. “Um, is that when I’ll find out if I can have a baby?”

  “You’ll find out if you can successfully carry to term,” Carrie replied. “And as Dr. Andrews ment
ioned, you’ll have results from the blood tests back soon. We’ll call you in for an appointment when they’re back from the lab.”

  Lyssa nodded. She got to her feet and her breasts shifted and bounced under the paper gown. My eyes traveled the length of her body, lingering on her hips and hungering for another glimpse of her creamy thighs.

  “Thank you,” Lyssa said to me. “I really appreciate this.”

  “It’s standard procedure,” I answered, hating the cold formality of my words.

  “You can get changed now, Ms. Holm,” Carrie said. She left the room with the door open, leaving me alone with Lyssa. Reluctantly, I tore my eyes away from her delicious frame and walked down the hall to my office.

  “Fucking hell,” I muttered.

  I hadn’t been in my office for more than two minutes when Carrie came in, her gaze pinched and narrowed.

  “I’m sorry,” I told her. “I think I’m coming down with something, I’m just feeling really off today.”

  “No shit,” Carrie replied. She frowned at me. “What about her partner?”

  “What?”

  “Her partner,” Carrie repeated. “She didn’t say anything about a spouse or a boyfriend or someone – is she planning to use a sperm donor?”

  “What?”

  Carrie rolled her eyes and groaned. “Dr. Andrews, you were supposed to ask her,” she replied. “When you said you didn’t have any questions, I assumed that was because you’d already had this discussion with her!”

  Fuck!

  “Um, yeah,” I said. “I’ll find out. Right away. Before she comes back in.”

  Carrie nodded slowly – I could tell that she was feeling just as frustrated with me as I was with her, although unlike me she actually had a reason to be feeling that way. I was behaving like a total ass, a complete buffoon – like a jerk pretending to be a doctor, someone with no medical training whatsoever.

  I’d never fumbled an appointment this badly before, and I knew that I was going to have to take matters into my own hands if I wanted to concentrate on anything other than Lyssa for the foreseeable future.

  “Can you give me twenty?” I asked Carrie. “And shut the door behind you?”

  My nurse looked murderous, but she nodded and left my office. As soon as she was gone, I swiftly got to my feet and locked the door behind her. After dimming the lights, I sat down behind my desk and closed my eyes.

  Immediately, Lyssa’s generous figure popped into my mind. I pictured her sitting on the exam table wearing that paper gown and a coy smile and nothing else. My hand inched closer to the fly of my pants as I thought about how I’d step in and kiss her, press my mouth to hers and make her moan with pleasure and anticipation.

  There was no doubt about it – I’d have to take my time with her. My cock throbbed in my pants as I pulled it free and wrapped my hand around the shaft, imagining how soft and sweet Lyssa’s mouth would taste. I thought about opening the gown and exposing her massive tits, kissing and kissing her until she was pressing her body against me and spreading her legs. Her pussy would smell so sweet and musky that I’d just have to taste her, lick her and suck her clit until she was gasping and moaning and humping my face. I knew there was a sexual, powerful woman inside of Lyssa and I couldn’t wait to free her.

  As I stroked my cock, I thought about how I’d take her. How I’d lie her down on the exam table and kiss every inch of her pale, trembling body. How she’d taste salty and sweet at the same time, how her nipples would feel in my mouth. God, just imagining the feel of my hand against her plump pussy lips nearly made me explode and I moved my faster and faster, jacking myself off as I fantasized.

  I’d make her feel safe, loved, wanted.

  Needed.

  My hand moved up and down and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning as I pictured Lyssa on all fours, completely naked, with her legs spread and her pussy dripping with arousal. I’d get behind her and taste her, suck her clit from behind, bury myself in the sweet scent of her pussy and ass. She’d blush and pull away at first, embarrassed by the taboo of a man eating her from behind, but she’d love it – I’d make sure of that. As I thought about how sexy, how intoxicating and ecstatic it would be to feel Lyssa coming on my face, my cock exploded and I grabbed a wad of tissues from my desk to mop up the cum.

  When the intense pleasure had begun to dim and leave my body, I leaned back in my chair and groaned. I was sweating and breathing hard, with my chest heaving up and down, and to my dismay I was no less aroused than I’d been when I first began my little fantasy.

  Fuck, I thought.

  I had no idea what I was going to do about Lyssa – or the fact that my feelings for her were stronger than they’d ever been. It wasn’t just pure hot lust that coursed through my body every time I saw her.

  It was the urge to protect her, to care for her, to love her. To break that sad shell of hers and see the same playful Lyssa once again. I told myself that there was no way that version of Lyssa was gone – that of course, I’d be able to bring it out again and make her happy.

  I had to do that.

  I just had to.

  And I vowed that somehow, I would.

  9

  Lyssa – Friday

  And just like that, I was alone in the exam room again. I had goose bumps all over, even though the air wasn’t cold – I wondered if they kept it deliberately warm for the patients in paper outfits.

  I chewed my lip as I pulled the paper gown away from my body and crumpled it up before reaching for my street clothes. I was nervous about having an ultrasound – was this the moment when my dreams would come crashing down around me? I remembered Anna telling me a story about her sister, who had been able to get pregnant but kept having miscarriages. Eventually, her doctor had discovered that the shape of her uterus wasn’t right and she wasn’t able to carry to full term.

  That thought was horrifying and heartbreaking – almost even more so than the thought of not getting pregnant in the first place.

  As much as it killed me to admit it, the butterflies in my stomach weren’t just from the thought of getting an ultrasound. Dr. Andrews – Dan – had looked so sexy that I hadn’t even been able to look at him. I’d blushed all the way through the questions from his nurse, but it hadn’t been because of the questions himself. Just seeing Dan again had made something inside of me change, and I’d actually felt disappointed when he’d left the room. There was something about him that was so strong and sure that just being in his presence made me feel safe.

  It’s just because he’s been a friend of the family for so long, I told myself.

  Deep down, though, I wasn’t sure if that was true or not.

  I pulled on my jeans and top, then smoothed my hair. The waiting room was empty when I left and I waved to the receptionist as I walked out into the hall. The ultrasound lab was two floors above Dr. Andrews’ office, and it seemed like the elevator took forever to arrive. By the time I’d arrived and checked in, my heart was racing and my palms were perpetually damp, no matter how many times I kept wiping them on my jeans.

  “Lyssa Holm,” I said to the receptionist. “I’m one of Dr. Andrews’ patients, he—”

  She smiled at me. “His nurse just called to schedule you,” she said. “Right down the hall and to the left.”

  Unlike Dr. Andrews’ office, the ultrasound clinic felt chilly and sterile. It didn’t seem like a good omen, and a shiver ran down my spine as I went into the ultrasound room where a tech was sitting up. She patted the bed.

  “Hop right up here,” she said.

  “Do I need to change?”

  She shook her head. “Nope,” she replied. Just pull up your shirt to right under your bra.”

  I climbed onto the table and lay back, then pulled my shirt up.

  The tech smiled again but it didn’t make me feel any more relaxed. Strangely, and maybe a little stupidly, I wished that Dan was there, holding my hand and stroking my hair. After my divorce, I had grown to apprec
iate being alone: it sounded strange, but actually being alone felt far less lonely than being with Curt had been. But right now, I really did feel lonely.

  And it was Dan who had popped into my mind. Not Anna, or even my parents.

  But Dan.

  “We have a gel warmer so this won’t be cold,” the tech said. She squirted the ultrasound gel on my stomach and rubbed it around, then began the procedure. The silence was a deafening roar in my ears and I fought the urge to close my eyes and pretend that I was somewhere else.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked quietly.

  “Give me just one sec,” the tech replied, squinting at the screen.

  My heart was in my throat and I swallowed hard. Having the device moved around on my stomach wasn’t exactly painful, but the waiting was killing me. Already, I just wanted it to be over.

  “Okay,” the tech said. “It looks like everything here is just fine, and you should be able to carry to term.”

  Oh my god, I’ve got to tell Dan, I thought immediately, then blushed. I could have wept with relief at the news, and yet Dan was the first thing on my mind.

  It’s just because he’s my doctor, I thought. That’s all it is.

  “I should tell Dr. Andrews,” I said. “Um, since I’m his patient and all.”

  The tech laughed gently as she wiped the gel off my belly. “There’s no need,” she said breezily. “We’ll send him a detailed report.”

  I nodded. “Oh,” I said. “Okay.”

  She smiled at me again. “Do you have any questions?”

  I shook my head. “No, thanks.”

  “Well, then, you’re free to go,” the tech told me.

  I got off the table and pulled my shirt down over my belly, then grabbed my bag and left the building. Outside, the weather was grey and misty – our third straight day of rain – but it didn’t bother me. For once, I felt like embracing it. I tilted my face up to the sky and closed my eyes, letting the light sprinkle of rain bathe my face.