Doctor's Baby (The Billionaire's Secret Book 8)

By: R. S. Elliot

I wanted to say something, but I could tell how concerned she was about her daughter, and I wanted to do my job and help her out. I couldn’t believe that she had a daughter, though. Some lucky guy scooped her up in the six years that we had been separated, which made me wonder what she was doing here. I knew that she wasn’t from here.

I shook my head, trying to juggle all of the questions in my mind. They were nearly impossible to sift through. I doubted that I would happen to see her again, so it wasn’t like I could ask her. I didn’t even know if she had recognized me or not. She hadn’t said anything or given me any indication that she knew me. Did she even still think about that night?

Not that it mattered. That was years ago. I didn’t need to be hung up on a night that I spent drunk. I had a perfectly good life now, and I could do and be with whoever I wanted. With that thought at the forefront of my mind, I left the break room and went back to work, focusing on helping people and not on Jenna and our night together six years ago.

When I got off work, I drove to my parents’ house, taking the long back road that led away from the main part of town. They lived on a sizable piece of property, surrounded by thick oak trees. I used to hide behind those oak trees or climb up them to hide from my brothers when we played hide-and-go-seek. I had a lot of memories here.

I parked in the driveway behind my brothers’ cars, shutting off my black sedan. Now, I had to get through dinner. I walked up to the two-story house, seeing ghosts of my young self running around the porch and the garden that framed the front of the brick house. I didn’t bother knocking before I walked inside. I was expected.

“Oh, there he is!” my mom’s voice sounded from the kitchen as I strode through the foyer. She hurried into the hallway, her blonde hair with grey streaks brushed down in straight panels. She threw her arms around me, squeezing me tightly. “It’s good to see you, son.”

“It’s good to see you, Mom,” I replied as I hugged her back, towering over her. I patted her back before she released me and motioned for me to follow her into the dining room. I could already smell the lasagna and garlic bread that she had prepared, and it nearly made my mouth water. I remembered begging her to make lasagna as a kid. She knew that it was my favorite.

“Hey, scrubs,” Jared greeted me from the dining table. He sat across from my dad and Dean, who looked up as I walked into the room.

“Books,” I replied before looking over at Dean. “Weights.”

Dean rolled his eyes at me as a smirk played out on his lips. “You were almost late.”

“Still on time,” I replied as I walked over to the dining table. I gave my dad a brief embrace, patting him on the back before sitting next to Jared. I settled into my chair, letting out a tired sigh. Even a short shift made me tired.

“How was work?” my dad asked, launching into the usual parent-child conversation.

“Good. Had a broken leg to fix and some kid swallowed some Legos,” I replied, hitting the highlights. It had been a slow day today, but I was grateful for that after running into Jenna. It was hard to keep my head straight throughout my shift because my mind kept threatening to return to her. It was doing that now.

“Oh, poor thing. You boys were always putting things in your mouth that you weren’t supposed to.” My mom sighed as she placed a bowl of salad on the table next to the large pan of lasagna that was steaming from its steady bake in the oven.

“Ew, Mom,” Dean said, screwing his face up.

Mom gave him a pointed look as she sat down at the table full of food and plates waiting to be filled. “You’re not eight, Dean.”

“He acts like he is,” I muttered beneath my breath, coaxing a laugh from Jared and a glare from Dean. I grinned to myself, enjoying the banter. It had been a fun time growing up in a house with two brothers. There was hardly ever a calm moment. My parents were superheroes for dealing with the three of us.

“You boys haven’t changed a bit,” Dad chuckled as he shook his head. He could be strict at times, but I considered him a cool dad. He taught us what we needed to know, like how to fix a tire or how to crack an egg. He also taught us to treasure our education and to be open to new perspectives.

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