Dragon Whelps (Earth Dragons Book 3) by Charlene Hartnady

Author:Charlene Hartnady [Hartnady, Charlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Her heart practically beat out of her chest. Her soul felt like it might burst. Georgia strained to see what was happening and caught a glimpse of her tiny baby. Just a glimpse. She whimpered, putting a hand to her chest. Right then she felt every emotion there was to feel. They all ran through her. Each one fighting for center stage. She felt absolute elation. Then fear…more fear than she imagined possible. She also felt frustration and anger. Why had this happened? Her baby was going to have to fight for his life. He was going to have to fight for every breath. She caught another fleeting glimpse just as the pediatrician put her son on a table. He was shouting to his staff for equipment. The baby wasn’t quite as small as she expected he would be. She’d seen pictures of premature babies and they always looked odd. Very big heads and paper-thin, wrinkly skin. For the few seconds she had seen him, her son appeared to be normal. His skin had been pink. Not blue. It didn’t mean anything. He was premature. It was what it was.

“Please,” Georgia moaned the word, “is my baby okay?”

“He’s fine,” Shale murmured. “I swear he is.”

Then there was a gasping noise and a tiny squeak. Her son was alive. He was very much alive. She’d seen him kicking and squirming. He was fighting. She could hear it and sense it. Her son was a fighter. Then her heart sank.

Her son.

Her baby.

Hers.

She needed to stop thinking of him in those terms. Georgia needed to contact the Joyces. She needed to let them know what had happened. They deserved to know.

“He’s beautiful,” Macy gushed. There were tears running down her friend’s cheeks. “I can’t believe how strong you are,” she added, looking at Georgia. “I’m sure your little boy is going to be just fine.”

“He’s not mine.” She tried to sound resolute and was both happy and unhappy to say that she succeeded.

“He is yours.” Shale’s arms tightened around her, making her realize that she was still in his arms, on the bed. “He’s yours, Georgia. You’re his mother.”

Tears began to fall all over again. “Please make sure he’s okay?” she asked Macy, feeling a lump in her own throat. Georgia needed to hold it together. She wiped her eyes and sniffed hard.

Macy walked to where they were still working on their son. One of the nurses stopped her. “Please stand to the side. Let the doctor do his job.”

“Please listen,” another nurse added, using a voice of authority.

“Please let me see him,” Georgia pleaded, trying to see what they were doing. “At least let me know how he’s doing.”

There was so much activity. She thought she heard another squeak. “Let my female see our son,” Shale growled. His fists were clenched and his jaw was tight.

“Let me get up,” she whispered.

Shale shook his head. “You aren’t done yet.”

“The placenta will come when it’s ready,” the doctor commented, overhearing them. “It might have a few minutes yet.

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