“Sophie, are you in here?” Phoebe’s voice echoed around the bathroom.
How long had she been sitting there?
“Coming,” she called out as she flushed the toilet and stuffed the test inside her waistband again.
“Are you okay? Alex sent me in because he was worried.”
Sophie felt the color leach out of her face, and she gripped the door handle a bit tighter. She couldn’t stay in the cubicle forever. She walked out, determined not to let Phoebe know it was anything other than a routine visit to the bathroom.
“Alex saw me come in?” she asked, trying not to squirm under Phoebe’s intense gaze.
“He did. And you know what, Soph?” Phoebe paused and Sophie knew what was coming. “I’ve not pressured you at all since New Year’s Eve but something is up. Can’t you tell me what it is? Please?”
It would be so easy to share the burden of what she’d just found out with her friend. But was it fair to tell Phoebe first and not Alex?
“I’m pregnant.” The words burst out of her like a balloon bursting with the merest prick of a pin.
Phoebe stepped in and hugged her. “How long have you known?”
Sophie extracted herself and pulled the test out of her waistband. “Found out about two minutes ago. That’s why I’ve been sick, it wasn’t a stomach bug at all. It was morning sickness.” Hysteria bubbled and brewed inside of her. “Just like my patient, I had no idea. The thought of being pregnant didn’t even cross my mind. We were careful.” The tears started to fall then. “This is so unexpected. What am I going to do?”
She felt Phoebe’s arms wrap around her again. Her friend’s complete acceptance of her situation dispelled some of the anguish and shock that had set in.
When she finally had herself under control, she pulled away and went to splash some water on her face.
“Thanks, Phoebs. I’m okay now.” She sounded more confident than she actually felt.
“I take it the reason for your despair is because the baby is Neil’s?”
“What? No, of course, it’s not Neil’s.” Her response was automatic.
“What do you mean it’s not Neil’s?”
“I hadn’t slept with Neil for a couple of months before we broke up. You know that.”
“No, up until a second ago, I had no idea what the state of your sex life with Neil was.” Phoebe crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow. “So if it’s not Neil’s then whose baby is it?”
Sophie took a deep breath; she needed someone to talk to about this before she faced Alex and who better than her best friend.
“Alex’s.”
Phoebe’s mouth opened and shut a few times, and if the situation weren’t so serious, Sophie would have laughed.
“I think you’d better tell me everything,” Phoebe managed to sputter and grabbed her by the hand. “But not here, you and I are going for a drink.”
“My shift isn’t finished,” Sophie reminded her.
“Yes it is, it finished the moment you walked into that room and took that test.”
“Phoebe, I can’t leave. I’m the NUM and I’ve been off sick.” She shook her head, determined to get the point across. “How would it look if I left on a whim?”
Phoebe looked her dead in the eye. “Tell me you will seriously be able to concentrate after knowing what you now know? Tell me you can work with Alex and be normal around him and I’ll let you walk back out there and continue your shift.”
Sophie hated to admit it but Phoebe had a point. She knew that Alex would be hovering over her, watching her every move. The way she was feeling right now, it was highly likely she’d blurt out in front of everyone that she was pregnant. She could imagine how well that would go down.
“You’re right, Phoebs. I won’t be able to act normal around Alex.”
Phoebe embraced her. “Everything will be okay. Once you’ve had a chance to take it all in, you’ll know what to do. And remember, I’ll always be here for you.”
“Thanks, Phoebs.”
They left the ladies’ room together, Sophie trailing behind Phoebe, judiciously avoiding the eyes of her fellow staff members.
When they entered Sophie’s office her breath caught at the sight of Alex pacing the room.
It hit her then — she was going to be a mother and the man pacing the room was the father of her child. A glow started low in the pit of her stomach, before radiating out to the tips of her fingers and toes.
She was going to be a mother. She was still scared about how Alex was going to take the news. But no matter what he said or did she was going to love this child. She would be the best mother she could be and if she was a single mother, then so be it.
“Sophia, mi amore, are you okay?”
“She’s fine, Alex, but I’m going to take her home,” Phoebe answered for her and her tone brooked no argument.
“Phoebe, there’s no need to be rude. Wait outside for me,” she admonished her friend and waited until the door had closed behind her. She then turned to Alex. “You were right, Alex, I should’ve gone home this morning. If I go home now and have a nap I’m sure by tomorrow I’ll be one hundred percent healthy. Can you come to my place for dinner tonight?”
She could see that Alex wanted to argue further with her. Maybe it was the dinner invitation that stopped him from pursuing the topic. “Fine, go. And yes, I’ll come to dinner.”
Sophie smiled at his response, excitement fizzing through her. She retrieved her handbag and then went up to Alex. Standing on tiptoes, she brushed her lips softly against his. They were warm beneath hers. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of his taste or presence. “I’ll see you at eight.”
She headed for the door but a hand circling around her arm stopped her progress. His touched warmed the glow already burning inside of her. The hairs on her arm stood to attention.
“Sophie, one quick question before you go?” Alex demanded. “Why are you now smiling like a Cheshire cat when a few minutes ago you walked in here like your world had ended?”
“I can’t explain here, Alex. Please understand. I’ll tell you everything tonight. I promise.” She once again leaned up and gave him another kiss, this time lingering longer, caressing a response out of him. As his arms gathered her close, her handbag slipped to the ground. She ran her hands up his strong back until her fingers found the hair curling at his neck. She ran them through his hair, pressing his head closer to hers.
A knock on the door had them springing apart. Their breathing was harsh and coming in short bursts.
“That’s probably Phoebe. I need to go. I’ll see you tonight.”
He nodded and she touched his face before walking out the door.
• • •
“You need to tell me everything and I mean everything, Soph.” Phoebe shook her head as she sat. “I can’t believe I didn’t know.”
She and Phoebe had taken a walk to the park just down the road from the hospital. They hadn’t said a word to each other, both knowing they needed to be totally focused on one another before any questions could be asked.
“It’s been so hard, Phoebs, so much has happened I don’t know where to start.”
“The beginning is always good place to start. I bet it all started New Year’s Eve, didn’t it? You guys have been together since then? I can’t believe you were able to keep that from me!”
“Yes and no, in answer to your question about it all starting on New Year’s Eve.” Sophie took a breath. “Oh man, this is so … I don’t know. It’s been like a dream, a nightmare, and then a dream again.”
“Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”
Sophie didn’t know why it was so hard to tell her friend what had gone on between her and Alex. There would be no easy way to say it other than just blurting it out.
“Alex and I slept together New Year’s Eve.”
“What! And you didn’t tell me when we were away? How did you manage to keep it all from me? More to the point, how come I didn’t notice something so big had happened to you?”
“Well, you were so preoccupied with John and it was a precious memory that I didn’t want to spoil by sharing.” At Phoebe’s affronted look she continued, “Even with you. It was special, magical, and so unbelievable it almost felt dreamlike and,” she shrugged her shoulders, “it was all mine and mine alone.”
Phoebe nodded as if she understood. “Now I know why you looked shell-shocked when it was announced he was our new director?”
“I had no idea. I couldn’t believe it when he walked into the resus room that day. My fantasy lover came to life. And when it was revealed who he was exactly, I couldn’t fathom the fact we would be working so closely together. It was all too much.”
“So have you slept together since New Year’s Eve?”
“No, we’ve only really started to explore a relationship in the last few days, but I know in my heart he’s the one.”
“Are you trying to tell me that you love him?”
Sophie let the thought float around in her mind. She touched her stomach and connected to the new life that was growing inside her.
Yes, she loved Alex with her whole heart. And she loved their child, too.
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you, Phoebs. I love him and now I’m going to have his baby.”
“Do you have any idea how or what Alex feels for you?”
This was where things got a bit blurry in Sophie’s mind. She still had no idea exactly where she stood with Alex. Maybe it would be best to find out exactly where that was before she blurted out the news she was pregnant.
“No, I don’t, but he’s coming over for dinner tonight. I won’t tell him I’m pregnant until I know exactly how he feels. I don’t want him to feel obligated to marry me or anything.”
At that moment Phoebe’s cell phone rang, the sound of it scaring the birds in the nearby trees. They squawked their annoyance at their peace being shattered.
“Oh man, its John, I forgot I was going to meet him. I’ll cancel.”
Sophie shook her head. “No, Phoebe, it’s okay. Go and meet John. You know everything now. The next step is to find out how Alex feels about me.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to fob you off again. Goodness knows I’ve done it to you enough times recently. If I hadn’t, I might have noticed what was happening with you.”
Sophie laughed. “You’re not my mother. It’s not your job to know exactly what is going on with me.” She pointed to the phone Phoebe held in her hand. “Call him back and go meet him. I need to get home anyway and organize dinner.”
“Fine, but I expect you tell me everything tomorrow morning.” Phoebe stood and gave Sophie a quick hug. “Whatever the outcome, know that I’m here for you and I always will be.”
“Thanks, Phoebs, and I know that. Go have fun with John.”
Sophie watched Phoebe’s retreating back, glad she’d been able to share her burden with her best friend. At least she knew she would always have someone on her side.
She sat for a few more minutes, hands sitting protectively over her stomach. A new life was growing inside of her. She couldn’t wait to meet him or her.
When she got home, she put on a disc of her favorite music and then slipped into the shower. She pulled out a pretty sundress and quickly dressed. She applied a minimal amount of makeup and was soon ready to prepare a meal for her and Alex.
Sophie was just making her way into the kitchen when the doorbell rang. A quick look at the clock told her there was still thirty minutes before Alex was due to arrive.
Looking through the peephole she got a shock to see Alex standing on the other side of the door. Her stomach fluttered from a mixture of nerves and excitement. She really wanted to blurt out the news to Alex, but she had to find out how he felt about her.
She could see his hand rising to press the doorbell again so she quickly opened the door.
“Hi, you’re early.” Her voice sounded breathless even to her own ears.
“I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to see you.”
• • •
Alex strode into Sophie’s apartment. Her scent wafted toward him and he breathed deeply, taking in the frangipani smell, and wondered if it was from her shampoo, soap, or skin lotion. He couldn’t wait to find out.
Ever since the kiss they’d shared in their office, the first kiss Sophie had initiated, he had been waiting and waiting and waiting to taste and hold her again.
She glowed and her hand fluttered to her throat. “Well, here I am, but I have to confess, I haven’t started on dinner.”
Alex pulled her closer and buried his nose in her soft hair, the tendrils tickling his face. The scent of frangipani was so much stronger; he had his answer — it was her shampoo that smelled so delicious.
“I don’t care about dinner. All I want to taste is you.”
Alex found her lips with his. She was wearing strawberry gloss and the taste of it burst out on his lips. Her mouth opened beneath his and he slipped his tongue in, running it along her teeth.
He didn’t want to wait any longer. He pulled his mouth away from hers. “Tell me you want this, Sophie. Tell me you don’t want to wait a second longer. Tell me to make love to you.”
“Yes, yes, yes, Alex. I want it all, too. Make love to me. I need you.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement — he bent and hooked his arm under her legs and lifted her. She felt light and boneless in his arms.
Alex’s grip on her almost faltered as she buried her face in his neck and started to nibble softly.
Somehow he made it to her bedroom without any mishap and laid her gently on the bed. He stood up and started to unbutton his shirt.
Sophie lay with her hair mussed and the skirt of her sundress scrunched up, revealing long, luscious legs.
“You are more beautiful today than you were when I first saw you,” he rasped out hoarsely.
He disposed of all his clothes and lay down beside her, running his hand down the length of her silky leg.
“You take my breath away,” he said as he once again took her lips.
He would never get enough of her. He found the zipper at the side of her dress and lowered it. The metallic sound as it slid down to expose her porcelain skin filled the room.
Memories of their first time together flooded his mind. He’d never thought he would experience making love to her again. He was going to savor every touch, every taste, and every sigh she made.
Alex shimmied the dress down and quickly took care of her underwear. His hands reached out and caressed her breasts, massaging their fullness.
“Oh, Alex, this feels so good.”
“Trust me, it’s going to feel even better soon.”
His heart stuttered as her hand reached up and stroked his cheek, her eyes smoky and full of an emotion he wanted to believe in — but knew it was too soon for her to feel it.
He closed the distance and led them on a journey more potent.
• • •
Through the open blinds, Alex watched the fingers of dawn inch its way across the sky. As Sophie slept, he knew he would never tire of the feel of her in his arms.
They hadn’t moved from the bed all night. They’d called downstairs and got some food delivered up, a perk for residents only.
It was a magical night, even better than their first time together.
He stroked her soft satiny hair; he’d done a lot of thinking while he was waiting for her to wake.
He was going to marry her.
She had given him the hope that the
re could be a future for him. A future that he had initially thought would be impossible after Amanda. But now, with Sophie, perhaps he could have it all. A wife and children and a home.
She stirred in his arms and her eyes flickered open. They took a moment to focus and when they did, she smiled up at him.
“Morning, handsome.” Her sleepy tone had him hardening instantly.
“Morning.” He leaned down and gave her small kiss.
He groaned as she pulled away. “I need to use the bathroom.” She put a finger to his lips. “Hold that thought.”
As Sophie sat up, he saw the color leech slowly from her face; sweat broke out on her brow. She gripped her stomach and then her eyes widened. “Oh no.”
She leapt from the bed and ran to the bathroom. He followed quickly and by the time he got there, she was already hugging the toilet bowl.
As he rubbed her back, things clicked over in his mind. The nausea, the fainting, the smell of coffee. All classic symptoms of pregnancy.
Sophie was pregnant.
Joy swept through him at the prospect of seeing her body swell with his child. A blue-eyed, blonde-haired little girl, the exact replica of her mother.
Then an unbidden thought entered his mind and words spoken to him not that long ago in anger came back to haunt him.
Trust me, Scavoni, when I say don’t believe everything she says. She manipulates the situation so she comes out on top.
He’d thought the words had been spoken in anger and jealousy, but now doubts crept in. Demons he couldn’t hold at bay clamored to be heard, listened to, and believed.
Was Sophie pregnant with his child or was it Buchanan’s?
Suddenly everything they’d shared on New Year’s Eve turned sour. Had she known then? Is that why she was so eager to jump into bed with him? Did he seem to be a better prospect than Buchanan?
Now he felt sick.
When her bout of nausea was over, he retrieved a face cloth, wet it, and wiped it softly over her face. He then led her gently back to the bed, the actions belying the turmoil that was festering through him, itching to break the surface.
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