Paging Dr. Baby Daddy

By Elisabeth van der Wilt

"Paging Dr. Baby Daddy to the ER. Dr. Baby Daddy to the ER." 

 

My life turned upside down the day she came into my life. Being kicked off neuro and told to work on the obstetrics unit was a new ball game as it is.

But when I saw her, I just knew there was something different.

 

Now I discover she is pregnant with my triplets, I have to do something about it.

 

What a coincidence that she ended up at my hospital or that I ended up her doctor. But what's worse, is I fell in love with her, and that's not what I wanted or planned. 

 

I never dreamed of being a father or a partner.

 

But with her, I want both. Every moment we spend together is like magic, but I can't help but feel conflicted.

 

Will I embrace this unexpected twist of fate, or will I let it slip away?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elisabeth van der Wilt
• Release date: May 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9781775189961

Elisabeth van der Wilt

Elisabeth (Lisa) van der Wilt writes romance which highlights different stories all interconnected in what we call... Lisa's World.  Elisabeth lives with her parents and siblings out in the middle of Canada. When she isn't writing she is helping people as a Certified Doula. She works in life to accomplish many things and help people inthis crazy world.  If you want to get to know Elisabeth better, she is on all the social media platforms she can, has two websites and a newsletter. vdwilt.ca is where you can learn all about her! 

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The Book:

Paging Dr. Baby Daddy to the ER. Dr. Baby Daddy to the ER.

My life turned upside down the day she came into my life. Being kicked off neuro and told to work on the obstetrics unit was a new ball game as it is.

But when I saw her, I just knew there was something different.

Now I discover she is pregnant with my triplets, I have to do something about it.

What a coincidence that she ended up at my hospital or that I ended up her doctor. But what's worse, is I fell in love with her, and that's not what I wanted or planned.

I never dreamed of being a father or a partner.

But with her, I want both. Every moment we spend together is like magic, but I can't help but feel conflicted.

Will I embrace this unexpected twist of fate, or will I let it slip away?­

The Author:

Elisabeth (Lisa) van der Wilt writes romance which highlights different stories all interconnected in what we call... Lisa’s World.

Elisabeth lives with her parents and siblings out in the middle of Canada. When she isn’t writing she is helping people as a Certified Doula.

She works in life to accomplish many things and help people in this crazy world. If you want to get to know Elisabeth better, she is on all the social media platforms she can, has two websites, and a newsletter.

Fun Fact #3: She has been to multiple births and never saw one this out there. Obviously.­

Paging Dr. Baby Daddy

by

Elisabeth van der Wilt

1. Edition,

© 2023  All rights reserved.

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Edited by Beth Hale with Magnolia Author Services

Cover by: Rebekah van der Wilt

ISBN ebook: 978-1-7751899-6-1

ISBN Print: 978-1-7751899-5-4

[e-mail] || vdwilt.ca

Introduction

Hi! I’m Elisabeth van der Wilt, the author of Paging Dr. Baby Daddy. I want you to go into this with an open mind. I’m a certified doula through Bebo Mia. (A doula is a support birth coach. But I’m certified in birth, postpartum and fertility) and have supported mothers on their journey.

Please note, although I’m a doula and I try to present things with as much truth as I can, I’m not a medical expert. I’m always learning new things.

I took the CREATIVE route with the sparkles and unicorns, but that doesn’t always happen. I highly suggest you check out the book list our friend Missi has read (at the back of this book)

Please keep that in mind when reading my book, and if you ever have any questions, you can feel free to reach out on my website vdwilt.ca and I will get back to you as soon as I can with any questions you might have.

With love and blessings...

Elisabeth

Triggers Include: pregnancy, breeding kink, vibrator play, graphic c-section scene, Lactation Kink

1 — Stuck with Gynie || Dr. Silverwood

22 Weeks Pregnant

What do you mean I’m not on the case? He just stares at me, and shakes his head. A hand is tossed into his graying hair. He’s lucky that its still got some wave to it, even though it’s receding a bit. Leaving him, just like his youth.

I said you need to get hours elsewhere. I’ve been lenient with you. I know you take an interest in this field, but before you get to residency you should have experience in all of the fields. It’s now my turn to shake my head.

Why? I know this is where I want to take my career.

It doesn’t matter. Go on, I know one of the attendings is looking for you, they would like you to learn on a special case they have going on. Now go do rounds with the rest of your peers.

Fine, I mutter, crossing my arms as I wander off, leaving him behind. The huge hallway is before me, with patient beds on some of the walls, carts with things needed, and doors leading off to millions of rooms.

It’s a big hospital, much bigger than I could have possibly imagined. I walk past a couple of nurses gossiping about such and such and find my buddy Benjamin.

Well, you’re late, he whispers as we walk down the hallway, following our lead resident. Soon, not long from now that will be us, another bump in our career.

Had a meeting with Dr. Matter. I’m off neuro for a bit.

What happened, he’s been excited to have you as his protégé from day one.

He thinks I should experience some other fields. I hear him sputter a chuckle before our resident looks up at us.

Gentleman, am I disturbing your tea time, or shall we do some actual business?

No, you aren’t, ma’am, I immediately spurt.

Oh, I’m so glad. Now follow me. We continue walking until we enter a room. An older woman is there, she is laying very still while her husband is running a cloth over her head. As we gather around — the different interns — the attending walks in.

Dr. Alexander Matter.

We got a case for neuro today. Report, someone.

The case file gets given to Benjamin, and he just smiles, happy to get a turn with the neuro god.

Lois Webber, age seventy-six, came in with severe migraines that haven’t gone away. She’s been having blurry vision, dizziness as well.

So, what would we like to order, Dr. Black? I know with a heartbeat they need an MRI, we need to see what was going on in the brain, especially if she is having ocular problems.

But no, instead he is teasing me, going to my best friend on the intern board. Benjamin.

We need to order a full round up of labs and order an MRI.

That’s very good, I’ll take him as my intern for this case. So, as we leave our rounds, here he is, getting a neuro case.

It isn’t anything special, probably was something to do with a brain cancer, who knows. We continue walking until we get on the elevator set out for the maternity floor. Not many surgeries happening here that interest any of us surgical interns.

May I ask what we’re doing here? one of my co-female interns asks, and I wait patiently for the answer.

We have a case, and a request by Dr. Sylvia Day. She wants an intern, and I will admit she has already picked the one she wants help from.

With that, the doors open, and we walk out of it. The maternity floor’s walls are painted a vomit type of pale pink. They are top of the line here, and it is why people came from all over to seek patient care.

We walk down the hall and end up at a closed patient door. The resident knocks on the door and a soft voice calls out, Come in.

The door opens and there is a beautiful woman, lying on her side. She is looking out the window and talking to Dr. Day sitting on the chair beside her.

The doctor, whose hair is a golden blonde bob, stands. Her dark eyes point toward us as she looks over at the interns. She grabs the file, the covers a French rose kind of color, and she hands it to me.

I picked you for the case.

Wonderful, I seethe under my breath. Knowing that I got kicked off neuro and was led to work in the gynie-squad doesn’t make me happy.

Why don’t you present for us then? she asks, her voice clipped and stern as she gives the young woman’s hand a small squeeze.

Missi Miller, thirty years old, pregnant with triplets, twenty-two weeks. She has high blood pressure, which might lead to preeclampsia and preterm delivery. So we’re monitoring and keeping her on strict bed rest.

Suddenly she rolls a bit on her back, her hands on either side of her hips as she presses herself back, inching higher to see us all.

Wait a minute, Missi Miller, the Missi Miller? one of the intern women—I can’t be bothered to remember all of their names—speaks out.

The woman laughs slightly, running a hand through her wavy hazel brown hair. That’s me. She blushes when Dr. Day speaks again.

Let’s get back to the medicine. That’s right. What other tests should we run and how can we help her keep her blood pressure lower?

We are giving her a strict diet, and keeping her on an IV for dehydration. We found the start of protein in the urine so we will continue to monitor her outtake.

Wonderful, Silverwood, we will leave you here with her, and page me if there are any changes. Our biggest thing we want is to make sure she doesn’t go to early. We want all three of them to make it out alive.

Yes, ma’am, I say, watching the rest of the interns clearing out, along with the resident and Dr. Day.

I turn to her and feel my forehead crease. What am I gonna do with her? A pregnant woman with triplets.

2 — The New Doctor || Missi Miller

So... do you have a name? They just come in here talking about me as if I don’t exist and then you’re looking at me like I’m gonna be the death of you.

I am a romance and erotica novelist. The way he stands there, his hand has moved to his hip while another holds my chart, it looks straight out of the models I chose for book covers.

Why are you a doctor? No offence, but I do think you have other career options, I state calmly as I play with my labor gown. I bought a few when I thought I was going to have a baby, and I was glad I did.

You ask a lot of questions, you know that? I smirk with a small laugh before I extend my hand. Ms. Missi Miller, I clearly state, waiting for him to take my hand. Reluctantly he does.

Dr. Kevin Silverwood, nice to meet you, ma’am.

Oh please. Don’t call me ma’am. I’m thirty, not eighty. I’d like to keep my little bit of youth I have left.

Is that why you chose to have kids now? I take a deep breath, feeling my inhale, but hearing it bounce around the walls too. I am loud, but how do I answer such a rude question?

Not that it matters, but I wanted a family. No one was stepping up to the plate. So, I took matters into my own hands. He walks over to me and places a cuff on my arm. He is firm, and his face looks unforgiving. I’m not cracking his rough exterior.

We’ll be checking your blood pressure often, but other than that you are restricted to bed except for a small shower daily and a walk around the room.

Oh, thank you, sir. I’m so lucky. I sneer in reply, being playful is more my game, the way he gets a small smile in the corner of his lips makes me feel like I won. I smile in return, though mine is much more prominent.

My eyes look up at him, watching as he is squeezing and making my arm get tighter with each pump. He does it manually which reminds me of my doctor back home. His own eyes are a soft gray and they lure me in, making me stare and drool like a crazy woman.

You have nice eyes, Dr. Silverwood. I don’t mean it in a sexually harassing way or something. Just...I like your eyes.

Well, thank you, Ms. Miller.

I thought we went over this. No need to call me ma’am, no need to call me Ms. Miller. I’m Missi. Plain old Missi. Okay?

Its against the rules, I need to keep things professional, he says as he jots something down in his big pink folder.

Please. Nothing about being in gynecology should be professional. If I wasn’t having triplets, no offence, but I’d be at home.

No offence taken; why would you be at home? he asks, like he is genuinely curious. I’m not used to this; my doctor back home is a sweet old lady. She is small, has nice gray hair and is going to retire in two years. But from her, I expect such behavior; she is old school, which I love.

But when it comes to triplets, done by IVF and the possibility of pre-eclampsia, lest the fact that I am also all alone and can’t be home to have bed rest. I was transferred to a major city with fancy doctors.

Though I did ask for a teaching hospital. I want somebody to learn from my case. If I am going to do this, someone else is going to learn from it. I am now far too silent, so I sit up further, as best as I can while carrying three watermelons in front.

I wanted midwives, to be in a birth pool. I planned two kids. First one, wait a year or two and then do it again. I had my eggs fertilized with a donor and was all set up. Then I find out that my one single egg, on the first chance... splits in a three way.

You’re telling me you have identical triplets? His voice raises with curiosity. How lucky am I for him to care?

Yes, triplet girls. Unless one of you didn’t see anything and maybe something went wrong.

He sighs then places a small cup on the table. You haven’t been forced to have a catheter in so you’re allowed bathroom visits. So you can take a sample whenever you’re ready.

I don’t have to go. I haven’t drunk much.

You need to keep up your fluids. To stay hydrated.

Look, Dr. Silverwood. I have the IV, there is a needle in my arm, with that bag pumping fluids in my body and costing me more money every single second I’m here. As a writer you can assume I don’t have a really big or fancy insurance. Just a small one.

"Oh, a writer, so that’s why all the girls were oohing and aahing over who you were." I can feel the blush creep on my cheeks again, my fingers stir and play with random things on my bed.

I hate this one part about the job. I hate having someone ask me what I do and what I write. How embarrassing it is to say I write smut. It started as a teen in my parents’ basement when I didn’t have any internet.

I look up and nod. I write romance novels and... I lower my voice an entire octave and want him to barely hear it if possible. I also write erotica.

You? Write erotica?

Yes, fine. I write erotica. What does it matter if I do or not? I’m an adult. An adult woman, with minimal experience, but can fantasize well enough to make other people get... excited. He snickers while he makes more notes in his big, fancy pink pad.

What are you laughing about? Not to seem judgemental but you’re a man who seems like if he isn’t busy watching porn in his spare moments to jack off, you’re busy sleeping around. Either by people from a bar, internet hookups like Tinder, and hell, could even be colleagues. You’re walking around on a floor filled with vaginas. I’m sure with your looks, someone is willing to open up for you, and I’m not talking about their mouths.

His chuckle echos through the room; I watch as he breaks into tears of laughter. Obviously, I’m not that funny, but something attracted his laugh.

Look, Missi, you’re right; a guy like me has been around. But I was in school for a really long time. This is my last year as an intern before I take a huge test and become a resident. I run around doing dirty work for everyone. Learning enough so I can continue my career. I studied hard in school even when I had girls suck me off. So, I look like this, but sadly I don’t have the time to come home every night with another lady.

I give him a soft smile as I fold my hands on my lap.

I’m sorry for making a rash judgement about you. I do think that if you are ever interested in becoming a book cover model, I know a few people who would definitely sign you up for their book pages.

Oh, would they now? he says, as if he dares me to tell him how I think he looks. It is against all the rules. I know better to not egg him on. I would hate to be the reason he got in trouble. Especially since he looks like he hates to be here.

Yeah. But why are you here? Why are you, my intern? No judgement, just curious.

Did someone ever tell you, you talk a lot?

You know, I don’t think I have. But tell me why did you, handsome, looks like you could be on the cover of a romance novel, or erotica novel, become my intern. The one who is stuck with me till they come out.

He sighs, grabs the chair, and sits down. He holds the plastic folder that holds all the medical info I tell them in it. 

Even my small-town