That Night We Made Baby by Mary Anne Wilson

Author:Mary Anne Wilson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Where was her “husband?” Nick wanted to know. Samantha only had one word in reply. “Gone,” she said. And it was so true.

At her response, Nick moved closer, studying her intently and making it physically impossible for her to get past him and into the house. “You’re still not okay, and I’m calling your doctor,” he said.

“No, please, I can call, and—”

“I’m calling,” he said abruptly. “What’s his name and number?”

She tried to steady her world, but the dizziness continued and she was starting to get scared. “Dr. Barnet. His…his number is by the kitchen phone.”

He motioned her to the step. “Sit down, and I’ll be right back.”

Then he was gone and she did as he said. She could hear Nick moving around in the kitchen, then his muffled voice as he spoke on the phone.

She heard Nick come back out on the porch and knew he was standing behind her. “The doctor wants to talk to you,” he said.

Easing herself to her feet, Sam turned and accepted Nick’s hand for support. His fingers closed around hers, and she let him help her back into the house. She sank onto a kitchen chair and Nick handed her the receiver. But he didn’t move away while she pressed it to her ear.

“Dr. Barnet?”

“You’re having problems, Samantha?”

“I’m feeling very light-headed, a little unsteady.”

“Any pain?”

“No.”

“Any spotting?”

“No, nothing, just a fuzzy head.”

“How about food? When’s the last meal you had?”

“I just had some peanut butter and an apple. But I didn’t have any breakfast.”

“Okay, you get some more to eat, keep your feet up and rest, and call again if you need me. If not, come by tomorrow. Let’s see…” He was silent for a minute, then said, “I’m tied up most of the day with a cesarean, but…” He exhaled. “It looks as if I can see you around four. I can check on things then.”

“Okay, thanks,” she said, and held the phone out to Nick.

He took it, then spoke into the receiver. “What do you think?” Nick listened, nodded, then said, “Okay, that’s doable. Tomorrow at four. She’ll be there. Thank you.” He turned to Sam. “The doctor says you need to eat more, you have to take it easy, and he wants to see you tomorrow,” Nick told her after he hung up the phone.

“I know,” she said.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

She peered up at him. “What?”

“He said for you to rest.”

“Nick, no, you don’t have to—”

“No, I don’t, but I am.”

“I’m not an invalid.” She got to her feet, the light-headedness receding slightly. She gripped the back of the chair, steadied herself, then looked at Nick. “See, I’m okay.” He kept silent as she experimented with letting go of her support, then carefully walked toward the front of the house.

Without warning, her knees buckled, and before she could catch herself, Nick had her. She was being lifted into his arms, the beating of his heart against the flat of her palm pressed to his chest. “Sure you’re okay,” he muttered.

“Just put me down,” she insisted, but didn’t have the strength to make him do her bidding.

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