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His Baby: A Medical Romance
His Baby: A Medical Romance
His Baby: A Medical Romance
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His Baby: A Medical Romance

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When a huge, handsome man shows up at Sunset Medical one day, my jaw drops.

I’m giving him a prostate exam?

Melissa

I’m a urologist. I give exams back there for a living.

But one day, Mace Jackson walks into my office, making my heart thud. He’s healthy as a horse, with broad shoulders and a powerful chest. There’s no way he’s sick.

But when we get personal, the fireworks start.

Because as a doctor, I know that not only is this man perfectly healthy but he’s also stunningly virile.

Plus, I’m baby crazy, did I mention?

Years of school have left me no time to date and meet men. Now the clock’s ticking, and the answer’s just walked through the door …

A baby with this man.

Or two babies.

Or even ten!

Hey Readers – This novella turns the doctor trope on its head because our sassy heroine’s the physician in this story. Suddenly, the key question is: gloves or no gloves? As always, it’s a totally crazy, taboo to the hilt romance that’ll leave a sugary sweet taste in your mouth. Love, Cassie and Kendall
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Release dateJan 19, 2020
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    His Baby - Cassandra Dee

    His Baby

    ~A Babycrazy Romance~

    © 2018

    By Cassandra Dee and Kendall Blake

    © 2018

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    DEDICATION

    To all the girls who’ve done the unthinkable.

    This one’s for you!

    NOTE FROM CASSIE AND KENDALL

    Hi! Thanks so much for reading His Baby: A Babycrazy Romance. I hope you enjoy the steam between Melissa and her man!

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    Love,

    Cassie and Kendall

    ABOUT THIS BOOK

    When a huge, handsome man shows up at Sunset Medical one day, my jaw drops.

    I’m giving him a prostate exam?

    Melissa

    I’m a urologist. I give exams back there for a living.

    But one day, Mace Jackson walks into my office, making my heart thud. He’s healthy as a horse, with broad shoulders and a powerful chest. There’s no way he’s sick.

    But when we get personal, the fireworks start.

    Because as a doctor, I know that not only is this man perfectly healthy but he’s also stunningly virile.

    Plus, I’m baby crazy, did I mention?

    Years of school have left me no time to date and meet men. Now the clock’s ticking, and the answer’s just walked through the door …

    A baby with this man.

    Or two babies.

    Or even ten!

    Hey Readers – This novella turns the doctor trope on its head because our sassy heroine’s the physician in this story. Suddenly, the key question is: gloves or no gloves? As always, it’s a totally crazy, taboo to the hilt romance that’ll leave a sugary sweet taste in your mouth. Love, Cassie and Kendall

    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    His Baby

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Epilogue

    Extra Epilogue

    MORE BY THE AUTHORS

    ABOUT THE AUTHORS

    Chapter 1

    Melissa

    Bye Mr. Thurman, I call as the elderly man dodders out the door. Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll see you again soon.

    The white-haired man staggers a bit, leaning heavily on his cane but he doesn’t even bother to turn around. He just waves a hand backwards at me, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

    And I don’t blame Mr. Thurman because I just gave the seventy year-old a prostate exam. It’s not exactly anyone’s idea of a good time. I’m literally putting a finger into a guy’s behind and feeling around back there. Who would want that? But it’s a medical necessity, and the exam is recommended for men above age forty depending on risk factors. It’s my job to make sure that everything goes off without a hitch.

    So I try to be sensitive about the test. I’m respectful and professional, and try not to snap the rubber gloves when I put them on. Instead, I’m discreet and wear a white lab coat to signal that I am a doctor and we are conducting a serious medical exam. Take a deep breath, relax, and it’ll be over soon.

    And they go off without a hitch for the most part. After all, I’ve done thousands of prostate exams by now, even though I’ve only been in practice for a few years. It’s my business as a urologist after all. Guys come in, drop their pants, and bend over. And then I go about my business and poof! We’re done in thirty seconds, sometimes even less. No biggie.

    But let’s be honest – it’s not exactly a fun time. You literally have someone else’s finger in your most sensitive spot, although I’m always careful to douse myself with lube. Thus, Mr. Thurman’s refusal to look at me once we were done. I was a bad memory, something to be revisited only every two years. My name and number would be forgotten until the alarm chirped on his phone once again.

    I sighed, leaning back as Leonie popped her head in. She’s a fellow urologist, and we opened up this practice together after finishing our residencies.

    How’d it go with that one? she asks sympathetically.

    I shrug ruefully.

    Not bad. He didn’t like it, but then they usually don’t.

    Leonie laughs a little.

    Yeah tell me about it. I just had a big black guy come in for his first exam, and when he saw me putting on my gloves, the guy started hyperventilating. Like tears in his eyes panic, I thought he was going to pass out.

    I giggle a little too. Thank god the patients can’t see us now because it’s unprofessional to laugh at their nervousness. But at the same time, the thought of a huge black guy unnerved by tiny blonde Leonie? You have to admit, it’s hysterical in some ways.

    My fellow doctor rolls her eyes again.

    Yeah, he was freaked out, she recounts. It was like there was a bee in the office. Suddenly he starts darting his head this way and that, although my finger wasn’t even in him yet.

    I choke back another giggle.

    Well, it’s better than the guy who vomited when I put on my gloves, are my rueful words. Remember? It smelled so bad for an entire day even though we used that industrial cleaner stuff.

    Leonie makes a funny face.

    "Yeah, because he forgot to aim for the trash can. God. Someone should tell him next time. That was a clusterfuck for sure."

    And I try to suppress another giggle. I shouldn’t laugh. After all, urology is our profession and we are real-life doctors who screen people for cancer. Both Leonie and I have multiple advanced degrees, not to mention years of training. But still, the ridiculousness about our situation sometimes just gets to me. Bumble bees? Big black guys freaking out at the prospect of our finger? Men walking with an exaggerated limp after leaving our office? It’s hysterical, you have to admit. Besides, it’s good to laugh now and then. Disease and illness aren’t exactly uplifting subjects, and it’s nice to see the lighter side of things occasionally.

    So I turn back to my friend.

    Who’s next? I ask wryly. Another upchucker or another guy who can’t look me in the eye once it’s over?

    Leonie grabs the clipboard from its plastic rack by the side of the door.

    Hmm, very interesting. A new patient. Only forty, she says, scanning the chart. But it says here that he inquired about an exam because of risk factors in his family.

    Both of us grow quiet for a moment because despite the fact that we giggle and laugh like teenage girls sometimes, prostate cancer is real. It’s the second leading cause of death among men ages sixty and over, and many hospitals have developed advanced protocols to follow when addressing this incipient disease. Prostate cancer takes our husbands, fathers and sons all too often, and I can’t help but feel like I have an important role in its early detection and treatment.

    Well, I say firmly. It’s good he’s here then.

    Leonie nods sympathetically.

    Good luck, she says. You wanna grab lunch once it’s over?

    I nod, swiveling on my little stool.

    Sure, sounds good. Westville, over on Fourth? I ask, referring to our local healthy eats joint.

    She winks.

    Sure thing, girl. After all, we’re doctors so we gotta eat right by example.

    And I sigh although I shouldn’t. Because Leonie has a point. We are physicians, committed to human health and advancement. But despite knowing loads about nutrition, calories, and exercise, I’ve never been able to get my weight down. I admit it. I’m a big girl, despite my best efforts. And sometimes I wonder if it’s had an impact on me professionally because most people would like to see a doctor who looks like an Ironman competitor. Those folks are the

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