Wrong Number. Right Don. (Sinful Mafia Daddies, #3)

by Natasha L. Black

“I swear, if one more doctor talks down to me, I’m going to lose my shit. Don’t they know we work ten times harder than they do for a fraction of the pay?” She’s pissed, indignant. It’s a good distraction. “Rough shift?” I ask with a weak laugh. She huffs, tossing her ID badge onto the table between us. “Brutal. But enough about me.” She turns to me, her sharp gaze scanning my face. “How are you doing?” So much for the distraction. I could lie, but she’d see through it. So I give her the simple truth. “I haven’t been sleeping.” Mia frowns, shifting to face me fully. “Because of the nausea?” I shake my head. “Because of everything,” I say, gesturing vaguely. Her expression softens. “What’s been keeping you up the most?” I let out a breath, rubbing my hands over my thighs. “My brain won’t shut off,” I admit. “Every time I lie down, it’s like a switch flips, and suddenly I’m thinking about everything. My job, my future, the fact that there’s this life growing inside of me. I haven’t even decided if I’m going to keep it, but if I do, I’ll probably be the shittiest mother in the entire world.” Mia tilts her head, her voice gentle. “Nicole, you’d be a great mom.” The words blindside me, and a lump rises in my throat. Before I can stop myself, my eyes burn with the threat of tears. I shake my head, blinking rapidly. “God, I hate hormones,” I mutter. Mia grins. “You can’t blame everything on the hormones,” she teases. “You’ve always been a big baby.” I let out a watery laugh. “Yea...