Chapter 47
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
As soon as the IV bag was empty, Doctor Porter took out the needle. She helped Camille into the bathroom. While Camille stripped out of her PJs, the doctor opened a pregnancy test kit, then set it down on the counter top.
“Could you please sit on the toilet and pee onto the stick for me. Then while you’re in the shower I will wait for the results.”
She did as asked. Once Doctor Porter had the test in hand, she left the bathroom, and Camille finally had a precious moment to herself.
Standing under the hot water, she thought back over the past few weeks. All the signs had been there. The nausea. The fatigue.
And I’d been trying to ignore the obvious cause of it.
Placing a hand against the white tiles of the shower, Camille let the water run down her back. Within a matter of minutes she would know for sure.
If I am pregnant what on earth am I going to tell Ryan?
Taking her time to dry off, she slipped into a clean pair of PJs, and brushed out her long blonde hair.
There had been that one night. One moment when they had let things slip.
Back in the bedroom, Doctor Porter was waiting for Camille. She nodded toward the pregnancy test. “It’s positive. But I’m assuming you’d already guessed that it would be.”
“Yes. So how far along am I?”
“Well based on when you had your last period, I would say six to seven weeks.”
Camille slowly nodded. She was pregnant. As soon as Bryce and the doctor had left, she was going to sit Ryan down and give him the news that he was about to become a father.
“Thank you. Is there anything I should be doing?”
“The obvious one is to stay off alcohol. I would also avoid sushi, soft cheeses, and go easy on the coffee. But the main thing is to get as much rest as you can. When you are ready, we can make an appointment to go through a few more things.”
She followed Doctor Porter out into the main living area. Bryce and Ryan both rose from where they had been sitting on the couch. Her cousin looked to the doctor. “How is our patient?”
“The IV fluids I gave her have helped with the vomiting, and she’s rehydrated. No need for any hospitals.”
Ryan came to Camille’s side, and took a hold of her hand. When he gave it a squeeze, she had to fight back tears. Her plans hadn’t included this little slip up.
Doctor Porter turned to Camille. “You will be hearing from me, but in the meantime if you need anything, please call. I am available 24/7.”
She nodded to Bryce. “Will you please show me out?”
The moment Bryce and the doctor left, Ryan drew Camille into his embrace. “How are you feeling? I’ve been so worried about you.”
Camille closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. She loved being held in Ryan’s arms. It gave her a sense of comfort which she’d never felt with anyone else.
She wondered how long this peace and calm would last. Her decision was already made, but what if Ryan didn’t want to be any part of that future?
“Why were you back so early from the tv shoot? I thought you’d be gone until late,” she asked. It was a delaying tactic, but she couldn’t help herself.
“I quit the show. Can you believe that they had Kaylee trying to kiss me the second she opened the door? She hasn’t seen me in four years. The whole set up was stupid, and the viewers won’t buy it.”
“Won’t they sue?”
Ryan shook his head. “I thought they might, but while you were with Doctor Porter, Bryce got a call from Chloe Fisher’s manager, Nancy L Rusen. She has apparently come up with a cunning plan. The legal teams have spoken, and they think they have enough to be able to pressure Derick Stad and his people to let me go.”
He bent and kissed her gently on the lips. “When I left the set, I told Derick that I wasn’t coming back. I needed to come home and be with you.”
“Ryan,” she breathed.
“You are the only woman I want kissing me.”
Ryan might be saying sweet words of love right now, but would that change when he found out her news? She took a deep breath—anything to steady her nerves. Here went nothing. And everything.
“Ryan I ...”
He put a finger to her lips, and whispered. “Shhh. I know.”
Her brows furrowed in confusion and Ryan gently laughed. “While Bryce was on the phone to Chloe’s manager, I googled your symptoms. Tired. Nausea, especially in the morning. And let’s not forget that when I touch your breasts you squirm because they are so sensitive.”
Trust him to be so observant.
“Did Doctor Porter do a pregnancy test?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“Yes.”