I was wringing my hands as I waited for Emma to come over. I didn’t know what was worse, the fact that I was called back into the doctor's office after some routine test or the fact that it was Aria’s dad who had been on the other line of the phone.

When he has spoken to me, it seemed nothing short of professional. At least that might mean he had no idea who I was or at the very least that we had a child together. But that didn’t stop the fact that I was going to have to see him again today.

I wasn’t going to be able to do that alone. So luckily I had my best friend to the rescue. Emma had promised to go with me.

I was beyond stressing out over this whole situation. I hadn’t slept well and was sure I looked it.

I checked my reflection one last time. I was wearing a little more makeup then I normally did and had taken the painstaking time to curl my hair this morning. I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that I was trying to recreate the same look, minus the revealing outfit, eight years ago.

It wasn’t so much because I wanted him to recognize me. More I wanted to prove to myself I was still the pre-pregnancy self that I had once been. For the last eight years I have thought of myself as nothing more then mom and breadwinner. It was a strange experience to attempt to be attractive again.

Emma came over and we piled into my old jeep to head over to the doctors office together.

“Promise me you’ll stay with me the whole time.”

“I’m pretty sure you are freaking out over nothing. I’m sure everything is fine,” Emma responded as we parked in the medical buildings parking lot.

“I don’t just mean that,” I said quickly.

“Oh, you mean so you don’t tell doctor Hottie you had his baby,” Emma retorted with a wink.

“Yeah, though now I don’t exactly trust you not to,” I retorted.

Finally, after ten painstaking minutes in the waiting room my name was called. I stood and turned to Emma when she didn’t do the same.

“You’re fine, you got this,” she said while grabbing a magazine to flip through.

“I thought you were coming with me,” I motioned and hissed at her.

I felt like an errant child who didn’t want to see the doctor without her mommy besides her.

“No, I’m good here,” Emma said with a cynical smile.

It was obvious she was going to make me go though this on my own. All the thoughts I had about her being such an awesome best friend were quickly fading away.

I wasn’t going to let the rest of the office see me faulted however, especially since it was that same nurse who had called me back.

I lifted my chin ever so slightly before turning to follow the nurse into the back of the office. My heart was full of trepidation but I was determined not to show it.

Instead of walking me to one of the normal rooms we snaked along the corridor until we came before an office. The door was shut but I could see Barrett already sitting at his desk through a window.

My heart instantly caught in my throat at the site of him bent over his work. He wasn’t wearing the usual lab coat. It made it that much easier to see the rippling tight muscles under his white shirt and tie.

It was a sexy contrast to the slicked back black hair. My fingers instinctively itched to run my fingers through it. I took a few steading breaths however.

Reminding myself for at least the millionth time that day that to him I was nothing more then a patient. There was no way he knew who I was or what connection I had to him. This was just a visit to give me test results.

My stomach turned again with the reminder. I prayed that this meeting didn’t mean bad news. In all honesty I really didn't know what bad test results would mean. All I had known was once a year I had to go to the doctor and then was told everything was all good. What was the process when it apparently wasn’t all good?

The nurse knocked on the door and from the view in the window I saw Barrett get out of his chair and make his way over to let us in.

I froze in panic. My mind was screaming that I should just turn and run. It was a stupid idea to think I could see this man again knowing full well who he was, and not give myself away.

I took one step back preparing to run like a mad woman out of the office. I would just find a new Gynecologist and never think of Dr. Barrett Harris again.

Before I could make it past my one step, however, the door opened and Barrett’s dark eyes fell immediately on me. In that instant I knew it was too late, he had already drawn me in to him again.