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The doctor frowned and drew his head back. “Who told you it was an aneurysm?”
Clare took a step forward. “The paramedic said it might be the cause of her passing out.”
“And you are?”
“Her sister, Clare.”
Preston and I both looked at Clare. I guess she figured we might get more info if she said she was family.
With a furrowed brow, he shook his head. “The paramedic should have kept his thoughts to himself.”
“So it wasn’t an aneurysm?” Clare asked.
“No. It was not an aneurysm, and they’re both going to be okay. Her blood sugar was low; add stress on top of that, and she simply passed out. It does appear that she bruised a rib when she fell. Hopefully we can get that nicely healed before she’s too far along.”
My eyes widened in shock, and I heard Clare suck in a breath of air.
“I’m sorry. Did you say they were ‘both’ going to be okay?” I asked with a smile.
A wide grin covered the doctor’s face as his cheeks turned pink. “I’m sorry. With her only being about three to four weeks along, I should have guessed neither of you probably knew she was pregnant. I’m sure I just dropped a bombshell on you, Mr. Ward.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The doctor took that as a sign to keep talking.
“When the blood work showed she was pregnant, we did an ultrasound. The baby looks perfectly fine. She or he is still pretty small and was nicely protected.”
Preston reached out and grabbed my arm; he must have seen me wobble. Both of Clare’s hands were covering her mouth and she was crying.
“But Rory’s okay? Nothing bad besides the rib?”
The doctor hit my upper arm. “She’s perfect. Well, minus the low blood sugar.”
Clare gasped. “She drank two beers tonight!”
With a laugh, the doctor winked. “She’ll be fine.” He pointed to me. “Now, you make sure she’s eating and drinking plenty of water. She was a bit dehydrated, so I’d like to keep her overnight to watch her and see how that rib feels. We’ve got an IV going, and you’ll need to make sure she gets in to see her doctor regarding the pregnancy.”
I nodded. “Yes, sir. When can I see her?”
“She woke up a little while ago and asked where she was. But she fell back asleep pretty quickly.”
I cleared my throat, and asked, “Does she know about the baby?”
He shook his head. “No. No one has said anything to her yet. I’m assuming you’d like to tell her.”
With a smile, I answered, “Yes, sir. Very much so.”
He motioned for me to follow him. Turning to Preston and Clare, I flashed them a huge grin. “I’m going to be a dad!”
Clare did a weird laugh-cry thing and Preston shook my hand. “Congratulations, Finn. Wait until Mom finds out.”
I laughed. “Listen, would you guys mind keeping the baby a secret for right now? I’m not sure how many people Rory will want to know, and with her being not very far along and all…”
They both nodded. “Of course we won’t say anything, Finn. Until you and Rory decide it’s time to announce it, we’ll be locked lips.”
I leaned down and kissed Clare on the cheek. “Thank you, Clare.”
Spinning on my heels, I jogged to catch up with the doctor.
We stopped outside of room 306. “Here ya go. Congratulations, Dad.”
Tears filled my eyes. “Thank you, sir. I’m not going to lie—I’m completely surprised.”
He threw his head back in a loud laugh.
“Babies are the best kind of surprise, son.”
After a quick slap on my back, he walked down the hall.
Pushing the door open, I walked into the room. Rory was sleeping peacefully, with a slight smile on her face. I made my way to a chair, quietly picked it up, and placed it next to her. Then I took Rory’s hand and gently kissed the back of it.
She moved a bit, then mumbled something. My heart dropped when she whispered my name.
“Finn.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt a tear fall, and finally let go of the emotions I had been holding back.
“I’m here, Éan. I’m here.”
Chapter 51
Rory
A new life
I could feel him in the room before I even opened my eyes. My hand felt warm and I could hear his breathing.
Please don’t be a dream.
Peeking my right eye open, I saw Finn. Both eyes opened and I locked on to him at the side of the bed. He was holding my hand and was face-planted on the bed.
I tried to swallow, but it felt like I had cotton in my throat. Forcing the word out, I spoke his name. “F-Finn.”
His head popped up, and he looked directly at me. “Rory,” he whispered before getting up and pressing his lips to mine. I moaned softly as he deepened the kiss. My heart felt light again and every nerve ending in my body tingled. When he drew back, I groaned in protest.
