He slid his hands through her hair, pulling her closer. As sure as I know were growing old together. I can see it now. Two rocking chairs on a porch, watching our grandchildren make a fucking mess of our yard. Its all good. Well sugar them up and send them home with their parents in retaliation. Emily giggled. Though you might have to feed me applesauce because these pearly whites will be gone. Youre stuck with me.

Emily looked at him. Applesauce, huh?

Gavin shrugged, a grin pulling at his mouth. Eh. I like pudding, too.

Pushing up on her tiptoes, Emily popped a kiss on his nose. Deal. Applesauce, pudding, and grandchildren running loose on sugar highs in retaliation. Gavin smiled, and Emily reached for his hand. Okay. But I still need to schedule the transvaginal ultrasound before we leave.

Gavin cleared his throat as they approached the window where Blondie was chatting away on the phone. Right. About this transvaginal thing. I dont like the sound of it.

Emily rolled her eyes. What now?

Well, Im not a doctor, so Im just assuming here, but Im thinking some dirty old mans going to have center view of your

Emily quickly covered his mouth, her eyes wide as saucers. Gavin! She could feel his lips lift in a smile, his blue eyes shimmering with humor. You, sir, need to get used to this.

Ill do no such thing, he said, the words muffled under her hand. Turning, effectively releasing his mouth from Emilys hostage grip, he rang the bell, jolting Blondie from her conversation. Eyes wide, she hung up the phone. We need to schedule a transvaginal amnio for my girlfriend, but wed like it performed by a woman. Emily belted out a laugh. Gavin looked at Emily, his smile wide. What?

She shook her head. Its not called a transvaginal amnio, psycho Caveman. His smile faltered, and if Emily wasnt mistaken, he appeared slightly embarrassed. Nonetheless, he looked adorably sexy.

Its called a transvaginal ultrasound, said Blondie, looking equally embarrassed by the conversation. Dr. Richards sent the paperwork up. Will two-thirty next Tuesday over at the Freeman building work for you?

Will a woman perform this test? Gavin questioned, no longer looking embarrassed or confused. Now he just looked all-out concerned, and Emily couldnt help but laugh again.

I can put in a request, but I cant guarantee itll be a woman who does it.

Thats fine. Emily reached for Gavin, quickly leading him toward the exit. Two-thirty, next Tuesday, the Freeman building. Ill be there. Thank you.

A woman, Gavin called out as Emily tugged him into the hall. We want a woman.

Emily stepped out into the frigid night air, the mid-January wind needling her face as she waited for Gavin to pull around to the front of his building. With her glove-covered hands tucked deep into the pockets of her pea coat, she shook as she watched motorists fly by. Glancing to her left, she caught Gavins Ferrari rounding the corner of the underground garage. She puffed out a smoky sigh of relief and made her way to the curb. Reaching for the handle as he stopped, she swung open the door and climbed in, her body nearly frozen from the few seconds outside.

Gavin frowned, a perplexed look on his face. I was getting out to let you in.

She pressed the control panels on the dash, blasting the heat. Youre too ki kind, she stuttered as she pulled the seatbelt across her waist. But I wasnt waiting. Its cold as hell out there.

Hells not cold, sweets. He stroked his knuckles against her neck as he eased into traffic. But you are. Why didnt you wait in the lobby?

I think Im a glutton for punishment. She pulled out her cell from her purse and hit the button for Olivia. After a few rings with no answer, she sent a text instead. Its either that or yeah. Im a glutton for punishment.

Gavin stopped at a light. Sliding his arm over the back of her seat, he lifted a brow. You did pass on a romantic evening of watching reruns of the Honeymooners with your man. Maybe you do deserve a little punishment.

Bringing her eyes to his, she slid her phone closed. Youre just saying that because were meeting everyone at Pacha.

Right. A crazy club. Somewhere you dont belong considering youre pregnant.

Emily sighed, amused at his remark. She knew where it came from. Shed won the dispute while getting ready, but he wasnt hot on the idea. Gavin Blake?

Miss Emily Cooper.

Stop being an ass.

Gavin chuckled. An ass? Traffic light green, he brought his arm down to pop the car into gear.

Yes. An ass. We went over this. Its a club, not a mosh pit. We havent been out with everyone in a while, and in a few months, I wont be able to. She kissed his cheek, placing her hand over his as he glided through the gears. So, I suggest you zip it, Caveman, and show off your hot girlfriend before its too late.

Grinning, he shook his head. Thats twice today.

Twice what? Emily questioned, pulling down the visor. That Ive called you Caveman?

Yes. But its also twice today youve rendered me speechless. Gavin tried to keep his eyes on the road, but it was close to impossible. Emilys vanilla-scented perfume drifting through the car was making him high. Shifting in his seat, he glanced in her direction, taking in her sweet, puckered lips. Im starting to like it more than I should. She smiled as she checked her makeup in the mirror. Either way, this cavemans keeping his hot girlfriend tucked close while were there. He pulled his eyes from her beautiful smile back to the road. Ill deal with your punishment later, Cavewoman.