Violet
Doom apparently didn't believe referrals were enough.
For the next two days, my husband investigated Dr. Belinda Cole.
Like she was applying to join the Devil's Guardians instead of becoming my doctor.
By the second morning, I'd had enough.
“Baby.”
Doom looked up from his phone.
“What?”
“You know she's a doctor, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Not a criminal.”
“Don't know that yet.”
I stared at him.
He stared right back.
“Doom.”
“Woman.”
“You cannot run a background check on every person who touches me.”
“Already did.”
I closed my eyes.
Of course he did.
“And?”
“She's good.”
I opened one eye.
“Thank God Dr. Cole passed your inspection.”
Doom ignored my sarcasm.
“Specializes in high-risk pregnancies and multiples.
"Been doing that s**t a long time. No disciplinary s**t I
