Dr. Adams sits on a stool and lifts Lily’s sweater to her ribs. While he squirts gel on her stomach, his gaze pings between me and Ryke, deep in thought. “So who’s the father?” Ryke crosses his arms, and I glower. He can’t be serious. “Loren is,” Lily answers softly. “I may have lost my kid and that’s what you ask me?” I say to this guy. Dr. Adams switches on the ultrasound monitor. “If you need a paternity test—”
SO. STUPID. this doctor is so stupid.
