Chapter 17 Maeve and Gray
MAEVE AND GRAY
Christmas Eve
Nerves were making her feel ill.
Maeve stared at the stick she’d just peed on and paced back and forth.
Gray reached out and grabbed hold of her, pulling her into him. “Whatever happens, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“But either way, you’re seeing a doctor as soon as possible.”
She sighed with a nod. “As long as it’s not the Surgeon. He is not going to deliver this baby.”
“I actually think he might have delivered a baby before.”
“Gray!” She glared up at him.
He chuckled. “I’m joking. The Surgeon isn’t an obstetrician. If you’re pregnant, you’re going to get expert help. That’s nonnegotiable.”
“And if I’m not pregnant?” she said in a small voice. She really didn’t know how to feel about that.
It wasn’t like they’d planned on having a baby . . . but now the idea had taken root. It was planted. A seed, a small dream, and if that dream was taken from her . . .
Well, she knew it was silly but she thought she’d be kind of devastated.
“If you’re not pregnant and you want a baby, then a baby is what you’ll get,” he told her in a soft, husky voice.
She buried her face in his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. “But what about you? If we’re not pregnant now will you want to try?”
Gray ran his hand up and down her back in soothing strokes. “A baby wasn’t on my radar.”
Maeve stiffened. She couldn’t have a baby if he wasn’t fully behind the idea.
“But now that we might be having one . . . like I said before I want this baby.”
Relief filled her and tears blurred her eyes.
“Hey, that was meant to make you happy,” he said, drawing back so he could stare down at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she replied huskily. “Nothing at all. I’m happy. Really happy.”
“Good.” Leaning down, he kissed her lightly.
And then the timer on his phone went off.
It was time . . .