Second Chances by Kathy Ivan

Author:Kathy Ivan [Ivan, Kathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Holidays, Ghosts, Paranormal Romantic Novella
ISBN: 148125149X
Amazon: B00A4FNA0S
Barnesnoble: B00A4FNA0S
Goodreads: 17326132
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2012-12-19T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Rose glanced down at her hands, folding and creasing the paper gown the nurse had her put on. She was used to helping other people put them on, not wearing one. Yet sitting here on the exam room table, waiting to see the doctor, her stomach fluttered like a quiver full of butterflies had taken up residence inside. Unexpected nerves assaulted her as the antiseptic smells of the room hit her over-sensitized system. Nausea roiled and she lifted a hand to stifle the urge to throw up.

"How are you today, Mrs. Jackson?" The cheerful physician’s assistant asked, coming in after knocking on the exam room door.

"The doctor asked me to get some blood work so we can run a few tests. Are you on any medications other than those listed in your chart?"

"No, nothing other than vitamins." Rose answered calmly, breathing through the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The last couple of days the nausea hit when she least expected it and she found herself sucking on peppermint candies to quell the bile taste and settle the queasiness.

"Okay, then, let’s get your vital signs and we’ll get those labs drawn."

Within minutes her pulse, temperature and blood pressure had been taken. She’d been weighed, poked, prodded, had blood and urine samples taken, and now sat waiting for the doctor to come and do it all over again.

"Good morning, Rose. What seems to be the problem today?" Dr. Peterson asked as she strode purposefully into the room. Her blue eyes sparkled with warmth as she smiled at Rose.

"I think I’m coming down with the flu." Rose responded. "I’ve been nauseous the last couple of days, and I’ve vomited a couple of times. Ran a slight temperature, nothing too high. Just feeling a bit run down."

"Well, your vitals all look good. Temperature is a little high, nothing to be too concerned about. Any other symptoms?"

"No, I think it’s probably the flu." Rose tried to smile back at Dr. Peterson but her stomach rebelled at that moment, and she jumped off the table, racing across the room, barely making it to the trash can before heaving up the contents of her belly.

Dr. Peterson handed her a damp paper towel and called for the nurse to bring her a cup of water. She entered carrying the water and a sheath of papers which she handed to the doctor before exiting.

"Okay, let’s take a look at these lab results, shall we?" A concerned frown creased Dr. Peterson’s forehead before a little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and Rose’s heartbeat sped up, the nervous flutter began again in the pit of her stomach. What’s wrong with me?

"Well, Rose, I think I see your problem. You don’t have the flu—but you do have a bun in the oven. Congratulations, my dear, you’re pregnant."

"Preg. . .pregnant? Are you sure?" Rose laid a trembling hand on her stomach, her mind awhirl. Definitely the last thing she’d expected to hear when she’d come in to see Dr.

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