Chapter 114: I’m A Realist

"You're making me nervous," Bryce told Addison as he placed his hand on her bouncing knee.

She gave him a sheepish smile, "I'm trying."

Looking around the waiting room, he realized just how much it looked like any other doctor's office might. Sure they all differed in shape and layout, but it seemed like they all had the same kind of chairs and the same stupid magazines that didn't hold any male interest whatsoever. Thank fuck for his phone.

"Mr. and Mrs. Portwood?" Addison jumped when called by the nurse, "We're ready for you now."

He watched as his wife gathered their things, and he placed his hand on the small of her back as they were led from the waiting room to the exam room. When they entered Emma was on the exam table already with a sheet draped over her and Jackson was sitting next to her holding her hand.

"This is amazing."