Monitored (The White Coat Series Book 3) Read Free

comfortable with. I’m not one of those girls totally oblivious to their looks, don’t get me wrong. I know I’m not bombshell, but I’m not pig with lipstick on either. Naturally, college had me becoming more open and confident, which, of course, led to me deciding a ten minute fuck in a bathroom stall would be an excellent idea.
    Spoiler alert; it wasn’t.
    Connor opened the door and let me in, my big Nike duffle bag in tow, practically dragging on the floor. I looked over at him and just started crying. I couldn’t help it, tears took on a mind of their own and decided to run down my face in torrential amounts. I shook like a trembling, newborn fawn into Connor’s arms, feeling his chest heave in controlled bursts of tears as well. We both knew our lives were never going to be the same and that scared us so damn much. It’s an indescribable feeling, knowing that everything you’ve ever felt was the norm was now swept from underneath us. Along with that were the drastic shifts in expectations for the future. Literally, looking ahead my life took a complete one-hundred and eighty degree turn. Before, I saw the future as a college student, nights spent locked up in my room studying intermixed with alcohol-raged, sweaty nights spent dancing away to music that I would remember years later. Now all I saw was a baby, a baby that I had no idea what to do with.
    Connor must have seen a similar one-hundred-and eighty degree turn, minus the baby and probably the nights spent studying. I’m sure he was terrified of what mom and dad were going to say, and the rest of the family, along with what that meant for his future, who he would end up with. It was all way too much for either of us to process, so we both just cried, like two little twin babies left in some tangled up nest in the middle of a crazy jungle. Both of us lost, both of us hoping that somehow, maybe someone would help and pull us out. Just a nudge, then I can do the rest by myself.
    All I need is a nudge.
    ***
    “Shit,” Con said, crunching on a protein bar he had left unwrapped on the coffee table.
      “Yeah, shit,” I said, playing with the tassels of a tacky, navy green pillow that Con insisted was somehow in fashion. Or at least attractive.
    “What are you going to do?” Con asked, opening with the obvious question from the start. it was something that, well to be truthful, I just hadn’t decided yet. Both options were on the table, and I didn’t know which one was going to be chosen. There was one choice that was tugging at me a bit more than the others.
    “I’m leaning towards adoption,” I said, just spewing out my first instinct. Saying it out loud helped make it sound more solid, more real. It made it somehow less scary. And then I thought of Dr. Evans, well, Blake. I clearly had to tell him, I wasn’t going to play out some secret pregnancy plotline from an overdramatic Spanish soap opera. That would require me to cry in various volume levels with my face scrunching up for long stretches of time, just something I didn’t want to sign up for.
    So I needed to tell him. It was the aftermath that I was nervous about.  
    He had a wife.
    Oh no, no, oh jeez, no.
    I was a home-wrecker. I was one of the girls I detested, the ones that I wanted to tie around one large, old oak tree and send floating down a river, one that ended in a raging waterfall. I could feel the slow, lulling waters of a peaceful river underneath me. I could hear the roaring of the foaming waterfall from where I was.
    I was a fucking home-wrecker.
    I clutched the tousles tight in my hand as I stifled back another cry, creeping up on me with the speed of a primed cheetah. This was so messed up.
    “Shh, hey, girl. Listen to me, you’re strong. You’re strong and you’re one of the fucking smartest people I know. You also are very attractive and just happen to share a strong resemblance with me.”
    “Just happen.”
    “Exactly,” Con said, throwing an arm around my