He’s Not Even My Boyfriend

Kieran was holding his breath. ‘What does it look like?’ I asked. ‘A pea?’ ‘Yes, and it’s a beautiful little pea.’ His voice was filled with amazement and awe. I laughed. ‘What can be so beautiful about a pea?’ ‘Because it’s mine.’ The radiologist turned to me. ‘You can get up now. Everything’s fine with the baby. Just remember to schedule regular check-ups.’ She reassured me again as I was leaving. ‘Don’t worry. You are going to be fine with such a supportive husband.’ I just smiled at her. Kieran wasn’t even my boyfriend. ‘Thanks,’ he said and led me out the door. Fitz was waiting for us in the hallway outside. Dressed in a white lab coat, looked more mature than the first time we met. His glasses gave him a serious, academic look. But his behaviour shattered that illusion. He slow-clapped when he saw me and then gave me a thumbs-up. ‘Snatching the groom from the altar. You’ve got balls.’ ‘Fuck off.’ Kieran elbowed him. Fitz appeared to be in a much better mood than the last time we