Page 107 of Weston’s Treasure

“Oh my. We’ll get those fixed right up for you.”

For a small hospital that the county had been fighting for years to keep open, the emergency department was top-notch. A curtain was pulled back and the older woman stepped aside and motioned for them to enter.

“The doctor will be right in to see you.”

He helped Silver onto the bed and got her settled, noting she hadn’t uttered a word.

“Babe?”

“What if I hurt the baby?” she mumbled.

Fresh pain washed over him seeing the torment in her beautiful hazel eyes. Eyes he hoped she gave their children. Eyes that couldn’t hide the beauty she had within or the strength that she possessed. As fast as lightning, they could go from shooting fire to soft and sweet.

She was safe, he reminded himself. And their baby would be, too. It had to be—he didn’t think she’d survive the guilt if it wasn’t and he knew he’d never recover from the loss.

“Everything’s okay. Just a precaution.”

“But—”

A woman came into the room, cutting off Silver’s rebuttal, and Weston turned, giving the doctor an assessing once-over. Shoulder-length brown hair, gentle features, kind eyes. He instantly liked her.

“Hi there. I’m Dr. Webb. Miss Reba said you’re pregnant and had a fall?”

“Yes,” Silver croaked out. “I haven’t taken a test to confirm but I’m late.”

Dr. Webb smiled and Weston really liked the way she was looking at Silver.

“We’ll start with a pregnancy test and go from there.”

Over the next ten minutes, Dr. Webb examined Silver and his admiration for the doctor grew. Gentle touches and firm reassurances. By the time the doctor was done, Silver looked somewhat relaxed under the circumstances.

When Dr. Webb left the room Silver turned to him and started to speak, “I need to—”

“No, baby. Later. All you need to do now is relax. We’ll talk when we get home.”

“But—”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Silver’s quick response took his breath.

No hesitation.

“Then sit back, and let me take care of you right now.”

She nodded and laid her head back on the bed. It couldn’t be said that Silver was relaxing—her hand was tight in his, her body stiff, her breaths coming out as pants. But Weston knew that was the best he was going to get under the circumstances.

Over the next thirty minutes, people came and went. Thirty minutes that felt like a lifetime, and just when Weston was going to get up and ask what the hell was taking so long, Dr. Webb returned to the bay, pushing a machine into the room.

With a gentle smile, she announced, “Congratulations. You were right.”

“I’m pregnant?” Silver breathed.

Yes, his woman uttered the word on a hopeful, excited exhale, and when Silver’s eyes slid to his and she finally smiled, his world stopped, his breath caught, and he knew nothing would ever come close to what he was feeling in that moment. Not even if Silver gave him ten more babies and gave him that look each time she told him she was pregnant.

Nothing in the world was better than this—hearing for the first time he was going to be a father. Seeing Silver’s beautiful smile and her eyes dancing with happiness.

Best day of his life.