The Unexpected Crush, Book Three (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) Read Free

understand why Chase couldn’t see that.
    And yet, much like the traitorous part of my brain that refused to stop lusting after Chase before we were together, there was a part of me that could imagine having a little baby with beautiful pale eyes. I could see Chase with the infant tucked ever so gently against his muscular shoulder as it slept peacefully in his arms.
    “No,” I said out loud. “That can’t happen. At least not any time soon.”
    Still, I feel asleep to the thought of a tiny little bundle of joy with bright grey eyes.

3
    D espite this being my third time in the doctor’s office in barely a month, the visits had not gotten any easier with each trip. At least this time they didn’t require me to have any blood drawn. I simply peed in a cup, then tried to read an article on my phone while I waited for the results of my test. However, I soon found that I couldn’t focus on anything. My mind kept wondering back to Chase and our relationship.
    I had dated my ex-boyfriend Scott for almost four years. We’d met during my senior year at undergrad, and had fallen madly in love almost overnight. I’d chosen to attend medical school in Chicago because it had been the one closest to where he’d found a job, even though I’d been accepted to better schools on the East Coast. I had sacrificed so much for that relationship, believing that Scott was the one . Then, when the relationship was no longer convenient for him, Scott had dumped me. He didn’t like that I was putting my studies before him. He didn’t like that I’d allowed myself to gain some weight during med school. He just didn’t like me, I was beginning to realize. He wanted me to sacrifice everything I strove so hard to achieve, and I’d almost let him. I had a sneaking suspicion Scott was intimidated by how smart I was. He wasn’t dumb himself, but the thought definitely weighted heavily on his mind. But now, with Chase, I could tell he actually admired me — my intelligence, my ambition, my fearlessness. Scott was a complete opposite of that. Plus, Chase loved my figure, just the way I was.
    I had been devastated at the time Scott broke up with me. All of my plans for the future had revolved around him. Once I had pulled myself up after the breakup and rededicated my life to becoming a doctor, I had promised myself that I would never sacrifice any part of me for another person ever again. And I was going to keep that promise now, even if the person asking for that sacrifice was really great. And Chase was really great — but he wasn’t worth losing any part of my career over. No man was.
    Which was why I couldn’t afford to have a baby. Not now and maybe not ever. I continued to remind myself of this, even as images of Chase playing tea party with a beautiful little girl or fishing with a cute little boy, both with his grey eyes and my wavy brown hair, kept resurfacing in my mind. They caused a little pang in my heart, even as I pushed them away.
    I was interrupted from these treacherous thoughts when the doctor reentered my room, a smile on her face.
    “So,” she began, “good news. You’re not pregnant.”
    It was as if a weight had been lifted off of my chest. I felt like I could breathe for the first time in over a month as I heaved a deep sigh of relief. At the same time though, I wasn’t completely surprised by the tiny ping of disappointment that accompanied the relief — the regret I felt at not being able to see Chase with a little son or daughter. I shook my head, willing away all that foolishness.
    “Oh, thank god!” I replied, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. I honestly didn’t know if they were from gratitude or disappointment. “But,” I continued after a moment. “I’m late. My period is never late.”
    “Have you been under a lot of stress lately?” the doctor asked.
    I couldn’t help but laugh at her question as I thought over the last few months.
    “You could say that,” I answered