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“No, I was always busy, but no more. These girls are my priority now.” Ana smiles up at me.
I take her hand in mine and focus on the screen. It’s hard to differentiate what I'm actually looking at. The tech must notice my confusion and takes pity on me.
“Well, looky there. The wee little lassie is sucking her thumb.” She points out everything, and suddenly I see her. I'm entranced. I feel the desire to protect overtake me.
“Joshua, did you hear me?” Ana asks.
“No, Angel, sorry. What did you say?” I look down at her, then back to the monitor.
“I asked if you were okay.”
“Oh, Angel, I'm perfectly fine.”
I lean over, kiss her, and then continue to look at my daughter. How did this happen? This love for this little person who isn't genetically mine, but is mine? I don't know, but I’d kill anyone who hurts her or even makes her sad. She and her mother are everything to me.
Chapter Twelve
Ana
I look up into his face and start to cry. He's so entranced, I can see his love for her. His smile takes over his face. The love and joy of this moment are too much. This right here is what I missed before. The feeling of sharing this with someone. How did he grow to love her so fast? Will he ever love me like that?
He looks down at me and kisses me again before he turns back to the monitor.
“Joshua, do you want a picture?” I ask him.
“They can do that?”
“Mr. Donovan, how would you like this picture?” She shows him the current view on the screen. It's Isabella's profile showing her sucking her thumb.
“Yes, ma’am, that's a great picture. Right, Angel?” He turns to look at me again, smiling. I don't think I've ever seen him smile so much. My heart beats faster and I know I'm falling for this man at this moment.
“That's a perfect picture. Can you tell us if the fluid levels are good?”
I really hope everything is okay with Isabella. I know I need to control myself better so she doesn't suffer.
“I'm getting the measurements now, and the doctor will be in shortly to tell you.”
“Thank you. What other measurements are you getting?” I ask as I notice the technician taking many different measurements with the ultrasound machine.
“The doctor asked for additional data, she'll explain. We were so glad when Dr. Parker came on staff a year ago. She's a very good doctor.” I hate this waiting part. Why can't they tell us now? Joshua must be thinking the same thing.
“Ma'am, you can't tell us anything? We've been through so much in the last twenty-four hours, please.”
“What I can say is everything looks good. Your wee lassie is progressing well.”
“Thank you,” we both say at the same time. We laugh, his grip tightens on my hand, and I fall more and more.
“Okay, here is a towel, your husband can help you get all the gel off,” she says as she hands Joshua the towel. He doesn't correct her, and neither do I.
He takes the towel and watches her unplug her cords and roll her cart out. He turns to me and rubs the towel across my abdomen. My blood is on fire, I want to feel his hands on me. His hand skates along my pubis as he rubs the towel around, and my breath catches. He slows his rubbing, drops the towel to the foot of the bed, then his hands are on me. At first it is a reverent touch, and then I feel the change. My pulse starts to increase with my breathing and the alarms give me away again. He stops rubbing my stomach and looks up to my eyes, and smiles, then leans forward to kiss my belly.
“Angel, I can't get you home and well soon enough. I want you,” he says in a husky voice, making me gasp.
“I want you too, Joshua.”
“As soon as the doctor gives you the all clear, you're all mine, Angel. Do you understand? Just you and me.”
“Yes, Joshua. Ever since the first time I saw you, I've wanted you,” I confess.
