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he’d thrown the court order in her face, she knew she was in trouble. Nash would win any custody battle she threw at him. He was a lawyer, for goodness sakes! Surely, he knew the law and any loopholes in it. He would be familiar with the judges and know exactly which ones would be most sympathetic to the father over the mother. And if that wasn’t enough, he’d certainly bring their financial situations and living arrangements into play. In the end, he would walk away with sole custody.
    Unless…
    Maybe she could convince Nash that the baby wasn’t his. When he’d asked her, she hadn’t actually said the baby was his. She’d only suggested it. But if she mentioned the other man in her life, Nash would probably assume the worst. Thus far, he’d always seemed to when it came to her. Then again, knowing him, he’d probably just insist on a paternity test. She had to try, though.
    Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the doctor stepped back into the room. “You’re pregnant. About six weeks along, going off your last menstrual cycle.”
    Jeez. Thanks for blurting that out. Perfect timing, asshole.
    “Okay,” she said, trying to hide her irritation.
    “I’m putting you on bedrest for a couple of days, which may help with the cramping. Your bloodwork came back normal, and I’m giving you a prescription for some prenatal vitamins. If your cramps worsen, you develop fever, or have any bleeding, then go to the nearest emergency room. And don’t forget to follow up with your regular OB doctor as soon as possible.”
    “I don’t have a—”
    “She will,” Nash said, cutting her off.
    The doctor didn’t bat an eye at the interruption. He just looked directly at Nash and said, “No sex or anything else in your vagina for at least forty-eight hours.” Then he walked out the door.
    “His bedside manner sucks,” Nash said with annoyance. “He didn’t even ask you if you had any questions.”
    “I didn’t.”
    “Well, maybe I did. I get the whole no sex thing, but what the hell kind of strange shit did he think I’d be sticking in your vagina?”
    Bailey bit her cheek to keep from smiling. “He meant no tampons or douching.”
    “Then why did he look at me when he said it? It’s your vagina.”
    “Can you quit saying…that word? It sounds so vulgar coming from you.”
    “Hey, he called it that first,” Nash said with a laugh. “If it was me, I’d call it a puss—”
    She clamped her hand over his mouth just as the nurse opened the door. The woman sneered at them and shook her head like she was perturbed. “Be sure to stop and see the receptionist on your way out.”
    To get them the hell out of there, Bailey hurried behind the curtain and quickly changed her clothes. When she came out, Nash glanced down her body and smirked. Her gaze followed his to see what the hell he was looking at. “Did I miss something? Why are you smiling?”
    “You’re pregnant,” he replied, the smile spreading wider. “With my baby.”
    “We already figured that, genius.”
    “Yeah, but now it’s confirmed.” He grinned again, like it was the newsflash of the century. “You can’t try to get rid of me now by saying the baby isn’t mine. That is what you were planning, right?” Sure of himself, he cocked an eyebrow at her. “It won’t work. The doc pegged it down to almost the precise day we were together.”
    Damn him and his perceptiveness. She hated that the gears turning in her head showed so plainly on her face. It made her want to wipe that stupid grin off his face, so she shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s right… if you were the only man I’d had sex with around that time.”
    His smile melted. “You lied about that, too?”
    The worried look of desperation in his eyes made her feel like a jerk. She wanted to lie, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not to him. Not about the baby. She sighed heavily. “No, Nash, I wasn’t with anyone else. Just you.”
    The look of relief on his face only