That is, of course, as long as Aurora’s mother didn’t get custody.
Daniel came to see me last week. I was shocked, to say the least. He was Virginia’s stepson and, when I went over there that day, they seemed very close. He snuck into my room when Adam wasn’t here and told me that he hadn’t realized what Virginia would do.
“When the lawyer called and said that he’d filed paperwork with the family court, I was shocked. I thought she’d sue him in civil court for wrongful death. I never imagined she’d try to take the babies away from him,” he said.
I’ve always considered myself a pretty good judge of character. I mean, I’ve been burned a few times. I thought Nicolas was a great guy until he kissed me in his living room the night Aurora called me excited because the embryos were viable. But now that I know more about him, I think my initial instincts were pretty much right on the money. So, when my instincts told me that Daniel was being truthful, I believed them.
I just hoped he could talk Virginia out of taking Nicolas to court.
I tried to pull myself up a little, but there was only so far you could go when you were supposed to lie flat all the time. One of the babies kicked. I touched my belly just over the kick and smiled as it came again.
“Soon, little one.”
I wanted to ask Nicolas if he ever finished the nursery, if he had chosen names. But he was so angry with me over what I’d done by going to Virginia that I was lucky he even remembered my name. I’m sure, as soon as these babies were born, he’d put me on a plane right back to Texas.
“Moving around a lot today,” the nurse said, as she came into the room, a syringe in her hand.
“They are. Did they knock the monitor over again?”
“Either them, or their mommy shifting in bed again.” She winked as she set the syringe on my rollaway tray and adjusted the elastic belts around my growing belly, moving the plastic heart monitors around until a clear beat showed on the machine beside my bed. I smiled as two separate heartbeats appeared, the lines strong and steady.
Once the monitors were adjusted, she injected the medication into my IV line.
“Anything I can get you, hon?” she asked.
“No. I’m okay.”
“You know, as long as you’ve been here, it’s okay to ask for something every once in a while.”
“I know. But my friends keep me pretty much covered.”
“It doesn’t hurt that daddy’s a rich Hollywood type.”
She winked again as she stepped through the door.
Everyone seemed to think because Nicolas was the father of these babies, my life was so easy. How little they knew.
I flipped through the channels on the television for a few minutes, finally settling on a chic flick. I was so bored! Nothing to do all day but watch television might seem like fun to some people, but it was torture to me. I wanted to go outside so badly that I could hardly breathe when I thought about it.
And then the door opened and I burst into tears.
Chapter 24
“Kelly!”
She rushed to the bed and threw her arms around me, tears streaming down her cheeks just as they were mine. We hugged for a long time. I hadn’t seen Kelly in almost five months. She was in Dubai when Nicolas came and dragged me back to Los Angeles.
It was so nice to see a friendly face.
“What are you doing here?”
She pulled back and picked up the corner of the sheet to wipe the tears from my face. “I had a layover at LAX, so I thought I’d come over and see you in person.”
“I’m glad you did.”
Kelly smiled even as she carefully wiped her own tears away. “You sound so miserable in your texts.”
“It’s pretty boring just lying around here all the time.”
“I bet it is.” Kelly touched the top of my swollen belly. One of the babies responded with a strong kick. Kelly’s eyes widened. “Wow. I can’t believe you have two human beings growing inside of you.”
“Me, either, to be honest. It doesn’t even feel like my body anymore.”
“I can imagine. How long are they going to keep you in here?”
I shrugged. “Until the doctor thinks it’s safe to take the babies.”
“That sucks.” Kelly glanced at my belly again. “But it’s a great deterrent to sex.”
I laughed. “How did your sex fast go, anyway?”
Kelly, after yet another bad breakup, had gone on a sex fast. She had gone five months the last time I talked to her, and it was driving her insane. Kelly was nothing like me. Before Nicolas, it’d been much longer than five months for me. In fact, I’d only had one lover before Nicolas. Kelly, on the other hand, looks like a supermodel. She had guys falling out of the woodwork for her. Always has. So, for her to go on a sex fast was a pretty big deal.
“It’s been incredibly difficult. But…I’m still going.”
My mouth must have fallen open because she started to laugh.
“I’m not that bad, am I?”
“I’ve never known you to go more than a week or two without a guy in your bed.”
Kelly groaned. “It was that bad, wasn’t it?”
I touched her hand and started to say something a little comforting, but the door to my room opened. Daniel, his face half covered by a surgical mask, stepped into the room.
“Sorry,” he said, his eyes moving over Kelly. “I didn’t realize you already had a visitor.”
Kelly stood, her curves hidden by the scrubs they made everyone wear. She crossed her arms over her chest as she moved between me and him.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
“It’s okay, Kel,” I said. “He’s a friend.”
“I’m Daniel,” he said, stepping up to Kelly with a hand extended.
She didn’t take his hand. Instead, she just studied him, trying to assess him around the scrubs and the surgical mask. I could feel the tension between them. It made me feel a little uncomfortable, like a fly on the wall, watching a situation I shouldn’t be watching.
“How do you know Ana?” Kelly demanded.
Daniel rolled back on his heels a little, his gaze dropping briefly to my face. I could see that he was trying to decide if he should tell the truth, or come up with a quick lie. But he told the truth.
“I’m Virginia Davis’ stepson. We met at her house.”
Kelly glanced back at me. “Didn’t you tell me Virginia is suing Nicolas for custody of the twins?”
“I don’t agree with her decision on that,” Daniel immediately said. “And I’m trying to convince her to back off.”
Kelly’s eyebrows rose as she stared at me. I offered a slight shrug, a movement just big enough for her to see it. She inclined her head before turning back to him.
“Well, I guess you can stay if Ana’s okay with it. But you should know, I’m her best friend. I’ll hurt anyone who even thinks about hurting her.”
Daniel bent at the waist, executing an almost perfect bow. “Understood.”
I wanted to laugh, the whole scene was that surreal. But it didn’t seem appropriate at that moment, so I just watched as Kelly settled back down on the bed next to me and Daniel crossed to the low chair where Nicolas usually sat when he came to visit. He tugged it closer to the bed and settled down, leaning close to the bed, but not touching me.
“How are you doing?”
“Good,” I said.
“She’s bored out of her mind,” Kelly said.
Daniel nodded. “Tried to bring her—you—some books and crossword puzzles, but they wouldn’t let me bring them in. Something about germs?”
“They’re pretty serious about all of that.”
“Why don’t they just give you antibiotics?” Kelly asked.
“I’m allergic to penicillin, and I guess whatever else they might have used they can’t because it’s not good for the babies.”
“That sucks.”
I touched my belly, my hands skipping over the monitor belts. I gla
nced at the machine to make sure it was still registering their heartbeats. Sometimes I liked to reach over and turn the sound up so that I could hear them. It was reassuring even though they moved so often that there was no doubt that they were still there. I couldn’t wait until they were born and I could see their precious little faces. But, again, I was frightened that I wouldn’t be able to see them at all, that Nicolas was so angry with me that he wouldn’t hold up his end of our bargain.
What if he took the babies home, and I was never able to see them? It was that thought that kept me awake at night.
“Not much longer,” Kelly said, taking my hand.
I nodded, even as I turned my head away from her. I didn’t want her to see my expression; I didn’t want her to know how frightened I was. I didn’t want her getting on her flight worried about me. I had so few people left in my life right now. The last thing I wanted was to cause any concern.
But Daniel caught my expression, and I could see his brows knit together as he frowned.
They left together a few minutes later, both promising to return soon. I hugged Kelly tighter than I probably should have, but it was so nice to have seen her. I didn’t want her to go, but she had a flight to New York to catch. From there, she said she was going to London.
Sometimes I thought I’d chosen the wrong profession with teaching.
Chapter 25
I was dreaming.
Nicolas pressed me up against the back doors of his living room, the bright, California sunshine making everything seem brighter than it really was. He was saying something, but I couldn’t hear him. At the same time, his hands slid over my ribs and I realized that I was no longer pregnant. My body had returned to the way it’d been before, curvy, but slender. I tried to ask him where the babies were, but my voice didn’t seem capable of sound, either. It was like we were standing in a vacuum that stole every word before it left our lips.
A pain sliced through my back. I thought that maybe the glass door had shattered, that a piece of glass had pierced my skin. But then the pain let up.
I touched the side of Nicolas’ face and drew him close to me. Our lips brushed. He stole my breath as he always did whenever he kissed me. And then he stole more than that, the tip of his tongue asking for entrance as he tugged my body closer to his—
Then the pain was back. This time it sliced through my lower back and then radiated around my belly. I wanted to touch that spot, to see what it was that was causing the pain, but Nicolas grabbed my hand and tugged it back up to his chest.
I wanted to lose myself in Nicolas. I wanted to enjoy his kiss; I wanted to enjoy the feel of his body against mine; I wanted to anticipate what came next. But that pain…
I moaned as it came again. The dream began to fade. I whispered his name, “Nico,” as he disappeared and the pain became all I was aware of.
“I’m here,” his voice whispered, but it wasn’t the dream Nicolas.
I opened my eyes, and he was sitting in the chair Daniel had vacated hours ago. He leaned forward and brushed a piece of hair out of my face, the first touch he’d offered since Thanksgiving Day.
And the pain sliced through me again.
“Oh, God,” I hissed, my hand brushing over my enormously swollen belly.
“What is it?” Nicolas asked softly.
“It hurts.”
He immediately jumped up and grabbed the remote wrapped around the safety bar of my hospital bed and pushed the call button. A nurse’s fuzzy voice answered a second later over the intercom system.
“How can I help you?”
“She’s in pain.”
“Okay. Someone will be there in a minute.”
The pain wrapped around my back again, like a belt that someone had pulled too tight. My belly hardened under my hand, a boulder threatening to suffocate the babies. I whimpered, tears forming in my eyes despite the fact that I really didn’t want to look so weak in front of Nicolas. I wanted him to go away; I wanted him to go back into my dream. I didn’t want him to see me like this.
But he didn’t. He moved close to me, his face inches from mine as he slid his hand into mine.
“They’ll be here in a minute.”
The pain again. I squeezed his hand harder than I’d thought myself capable of. He didn’t flinch, didn’t try to pull away. He squeezed back, as he brushed more hair out of my face with his other hand.
“You’re okay, baby,” he said. “They’ll be here soon.”
“It hurts.”
“I know.” He glanced over at the door, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he slid a little closer to me, so close that his nose was nearly touching mine. “You’re going to be okay. This is going to be over very soon.”
I barely heard his last words. The pain radiated around my belly again, slicing through me like a Thor’s hammer through a boulder. I cried out, pulling my legs up toward my belly as I instinctively tried to move into a fetal position. Ironic, really. But it didn’t help. It made it worse somehow.
The door opened and a nurse came over to the bed.
“What seems to be wrong?”
I just groaned. I couldn’t even speak.
“What do you think? She’s in pain!”
The nurse moved around the bed and glanced at the machine monitoring the babies. I thought for a minute that the monitor belts had shifted again. Or that the heartbeats simply weren’t there. That fear dulled the pain for a brief moment. But then another wave started in my back and flashed around to my belly, drawing a small scream from my lips.
The nurse mumbled something I didn’t catch. Then she was rushing for the door.
“Where’s she going?” I mumbled.
Nicolas didn’t respond at first. He was studying the machine as the nurse had done. And then more people were coming into the room. Someone pushed me onto my back and a warm hand slid up between my legs.
I instinctively slammed my thighs together.
“Ana,” Nicolas said, back at my side, “you need to let them take a look. Okay?”
I focused on him as another pain sliced through me. “The babies?”
“Fine,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine as he took both my hands in his. “In fact, it looks like we might get to meet them very soon.”
I nodded. Fear had kept me from realizing what was happening. But his words brought back those terrible hours on Thanksgiving. These pains, they were the same as those. I was in labor.
Dr. Bishop marched through the door a few minutes later, a cheerful smile on his face as he came up to the side of the bed.
“Busy night,” he said as he touched my wrist, apparently checking my pulse as he studied my eyes. “Just delivered a baby girl ten minutes ago.”
I felt like I should say something, congratulate him or something, but another pain sliced through me and I couldn’t make my vocal chords do much more than moan. He nodded, his smile disappearing as he turned to the nurses. I could hear their voices, but I couldn’t really understand what was going on. I saw a tight look on Nicolas’ face that frightened me. If something happened to the babies after all of this, I wasn’t sure I could ever forgive myself.
Just a few minutes later—at least, that’s how it felt—I was being pushed through the hallway. I finally got to see the outside of my hospital room, but I was in so much pain I couldn’t really appreciate it. And then I was in another room, a stranger standing over me, asking me to count backwards from one hundred. I didn’t understand what was happening. I turned my head when he pressed a mask over my nose and mouth. And then Nicolas was there.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said, smoothing the back of his fingers over my cheek. “It’s time for you to go to sleep. And when you wake up, you’ll be able to meet the babies.”
“Are they okay?”
“They’re fine,” he said, leaning close to me, his lips brushing mine. “Everything’s fine.”
I nodded. When the stranger with the mask pressed it to my face again, I didn’t move away.
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Chapter 26
I woke with a start.
There was no longer pain in my back, but my belly burned like a shallow paper cut that’d gotten salt into it. I touched my belly, and it was flatter than I remembered it. Flatter and softer.
The babies!
I tried to sit up, but pain sliced through me that was a hundred times worse than before. Constance was there. She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down against the pillows.
“It’s okay,” she said. “You’re okay.”
“Where are the babies?”
“In the NICU.”
I looked at her. “The what?”
“The intensive care unit. They were a little early.”
“But they’re okay?”
“Yes.” Constance sat on the edge of the bed and pushed me more firmly down. I settled back against the pillows, realizing for the first time that I was in a different room than I’d been in before.
“What happened?”
“You went into labor,” Constance said. “You were bleeding pretty heavily, so they decided to do a C-section.”
“Bleeding?”
“The little girl’s placenta pulled away from the wall of your uterus. It made you bleed pretty heavily…gave everyone a scare from what I was told. But you made it through the surgery pretty well.”
“And the babies?”
“Fine,” Constance said, but there was something about her expression that frightened me.
“Constance, tell me the truth. Is there something wrong with the babies?”
She hesitated, and my heart sank into my chest. But then Nicolas walked into the room. He looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes and a five o’clock shadow forming on his strong jaw. When he saw me, saw that I was awake, something like relief floated through his eyes.
“Hey,” he said, coming around the bed to the far side.
“Are the babies okay?” I asked.
“Yes. They’re fine.”
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