She had to believe him. Had to believe that she could give birth again even though she felt exhausted after delivering Samuel.
Hunkering down, she began to push.
It felt a little easier this time. She pushed and pushed, and before she knew what was happening the head was delivered.
‘One more push and it will all be over.’
‘I hope so!’
She gave a quick glance to Samuel, lying on the floor beside Jamie, wrapped up in towels, resting from the trauma of being pushed through the birth canal.
She’d often wondered if babies cried because of the pain in their skull bones, overlapping to fit through, or whether it was just the shock of all the tiny alveoli in their lungs suddenly inflating for the first time. Maybe it was both?
But Samuel was here and he was safe, and he had a mother and a father, and of course she could do it again.
She sucked in a breath.
‘That’s it, Freya! Push! Harder!’
From somewhere she found a reserve she hadn’t known she had. Whether it came from the knowledge that if she just did this one last push, as hard as she could, it would all be over, or whether she really did have that endless supply of energy distinctly found in women giving birth she didn’t know. But she found it, and she used it, and she pushed with all of her might.
James was born. Into his father’s hands and then up onto her stomach, the same as Samuel had been.
Crying with relief, she held him weakly, glad the pain was over, overjoyed that her babies were finally here, safe and well.
And Jamie…? Jamie was here to stay, it seemed. They could have the future that both of them wanted.
With the cord cut and the placentas delivered, Jamie sat himself next to her. They held a baby each. From above they could hear a helicopter, looking for a suitable place to land.
She smiled at her babies’ little faces, gasping with delight at each tiny noise, each little snuffle, each beautiful yawn.
‘Look at them, Jamie. They’re so beautiful.’
‘How could they not be with a mother like you?’
She smiled and leant her forehead against his. ‘You’re truly here to stay?’
‘I’m here to stay. If you’ll have me, of course.’
She turned to look at him. Looked deeply into those midnight-black eyes of his. Of course she wanted him! It was what she had always wanted but had been too afraid to admit, because she’d always thought he would have to desert her.
But that threat was gone now.
‘Can I ask you something?’
She waited for him to look at her. He was still gazing at his sons with such love.
‘Of course you can. You can ask me anything.’
‘Will you marry me, Jamie?’
His gaze locked with hers and a delighted smile appeared upon his face. ‘Yes. A thousand times, yes!’ He leant forward until their lips touched.
Closing her eyes in exhausted delight, she kissed him back, pouring every ounce of her love for him into it. Oh, how she needed this man! She’d never known what was missing from her life. She’d convinced herself that her life was fine, hiding herself away on the night shift, pretending she was doing herself a favour.
That hadn’t been any way to live. And Jamie had seen that. Known that. He’d looked beyond the mask she was wearing and called her on it. Not allowing her to get away with it.
He’d made her into the woman she’d been before. The woman she’d thought she would never be again.
‘I love you, Jameel.’
He stroked her face. ‘And I love you.’
Epilogue
MAJIDAR WAS MORE beautiful than she could ever have imagined. A vast desert kingdom, filled with a thriving populace that had roared and cheered their delight at Jamie’s return for a two-week visit.
She’d been nervous. All those people! And she had taken Jamie from them. She had stopped him from being their king.
But the people were thrilled to have her there. They waved and smiled, and small children brought her bouquet after bouquet, which she passed back to the bodyguards who escorted them on their tour wherever they went. Everyone had treated her with deference, and she did not doubt their love for her as Jamie’s wife.
Now, as she stood on the palace balcony, looking out across the oasis beyond, she felt Jamie’s arms come around her from behind.
‘How do you feel?’
She smiled and laid her head against his shoulder. ‘Loved.’
‘I told you they would all love you.’
She turned to face him, to look deeply into his eyes. ‘But to be loved this much… I never would have thought it was possible.’
Jamie smiled back and lowered one of his hands to her slightly rounded abdomen. ‘When should we tell them?’
She was pregnant again. This time carrying only one baby. She hoped it might be a girl, but she didn’t really mind.
‘Let’s do it tomorrow. Let’s tell the whole world.’
She knew it would be all right.
He smiled and pulled her towards him.
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The Surgeon King’s Secret Baby
by Amy Ruttan
PROLOGUE
Isla Hermosa—war-torn country
“I NEED A unit of packed cells—stat!” Reagan shouted over her shoulder. But no sooner had the words left her mouth than another explosion rocked the mobile hospital unit.
She had a wounded man open on her table, and instinctively she threw her body over her patient’s to try and prevent dust and debris from entering into the exposed body cavity.
After working in this war-torn place for over a year, throwing herself over a patient came as second nature. It shouldn’t have to, but such was the nature of war.
Isla Hermosa had been a beautiful, peaceful country once. A paradise in the Atlantic for vacation-goers. A country founded by Spanish and Greek settlers over seven hundred years ago, full of pristine beaches and tall palm trees.
Now the beach they were on just held the charred remains of its tall palms, and the blue sky was blackened with plumes of smoke rising from the capital. Dust filled the hot air, making it hard to breathe. There was no relief.
It was not ideal to be operating out in the open like this, but it was stiflingly hot on the beach, and being closed up in a tent in this
humidity would not make matters any better. What they needed was a hospital, but that was impossible. Most of Isla Hermosa had been taken over by the rebellion, and Canadian peacekeepers, along with those on Isla Hermosa who remained loyal to the dysfunctional Hermosian King Aleksander, had been pushed out of the city and back to the Atlantic Ocean.
The mortar fire stopped and Reagan went back to work on saving this Hermosian soldier’s life. As a trauma surgeon for the Canadian Armed Forces she had seen her share of war-torn countries. As soon as she’d had her medical training she’d joined up for active duty. She wanted to serve her country. To prove to herself.
To whom?
She shook that thought away and continued her work. It wouldn’t matter soon. Her agreed-upon tour of duty was ending and she had to return to the attending position that was waiting for her in Toronto.
She didn’t know quite what she was going to do with herself back there, besides work. During patients there was down time, card games and a camaraderie. She didn’t really have any one in Toronto. The people she served with were like a family. Not like her family, though. Not really, because her real family was cold and barely in her life.
The people she served with were her family.
In Toronto she’d be all alone. Again.
Toronto was her home town in the sense that she had been born there, and knew it well. She had a job waiting for her, but it wasn’t really home. Her parents weren’t there anymore.
Her parents had retired and moved to warmer climes while she’d served. They hadn’t even told her that they sold her childhood home until a letter she’d sent them came back marked “Return to Sender.”
Only the Canadian Army had ever wanted her, but she had to return to Toronto. She’d served the time she’d signed up for and her leave of absence from the Toronto hospital was ending.
The friends she’d made here would forget her soon enough. No relationship ever lasted and that was fine. She was used to that. She didn’t want to rely on anyone.
Her parents had taught her well. They’d always told her to make a life for herself. Not to rely on them. So she didn’t.
I wish I had someone.
She was annoyed that she’d let that little thought sneak in.
Get a grip on yourself, Reagan.
Now was not the time to get maudlin.
“The packed cells you were looking for,” a rich, deep voice said, and her body instantly reacted.
Dr. Kainan Laskaris, the foremost trauma surgeon in all of Isla Hermosa, stood beside her. Kainan always unnerved her. He made her feel exposed, vulnerable, as if he knew the pain she was hiding. Knew all her insecurities.
He was the first man in a long time to unnerve her in a good way.
“Thanks,” she said, barely glancing at him.
When she’d first arrived there she’d tried to keep him at a distance, but it had never worked. He’d wiggled his way in and, though they didn’t really talk much about personal stuff, she enjoyed his company. And he was a damn fine surgeon.
He hung the unit of packed cells, calmly drowning out the chaos of the war that was going on in the background.
His presence made her very aware of how very close the quarters were in this tent, but he helped her focus. He distracted her from all that was going on outside.
“How do you keep such a calm demeanor?” she’d asked, the first time they’d worked together on the wounded during mortar fire.
“I drown it out. I ignore it. I think of it as thunder, or something else, and focus on the person in front of me. I try to picture my patient’s life and on my duty to return this patient to those who love him or her. Clear your mind and picture the life you’re saving.”
It had worked. The tactic had worked and helped her focus.
She was going to miss working with him.
“Do you need help, Dr. Cote?” Kainan asked, but he was already pulling on a pair of surgical gloves.
If he had been any other surgeon she would have barked orders to him, as she outranked most in her unit, but there was something about Kainan that commanded respect.
She could never turn him down, and she didn’t want to. He knew what she needed in surgery without asking. He was like a second set of hands for her.
“Thank you,” she said. “Are there no others?”
“No, the fighting is ending. The rebels are being driven back—that’s the last report that I heard.”
Kainan went straight to work, helping her repair the damage to the soldier.
He shook his head and tsked in disgust. “This situation should never have happened.”
“I agree,” she responded.
She didn’t know much about what had caused the once peaceful island kingdom of Isla Hermosa to erupt into revolution, but she knew it had something to do with King Aleksander, after he’d been crowned after his father’s death.
The former King, Mateo, had been instrumental in aligning his kingdom with Canada, and had had a good relationship with the country and good trade agreements.
King Mateo had been a great king for more than fifty years, but his eldest son, Aleksander, was not proving to be so great.
Isla Hermosa had severed its ties with Spain five hundred years ago, so when the revolution had broken out Canada had promised to help. Isla Hermosa had called to Canada and Canada had responded.
Which was why she was there.
“I hope this is over soon,” she said as she finished her repair of the spleen. “My orders came in last night and I’m shipping out tomorrow.”
“So soon?”
There was a hint of disappointment in Kainan’s voice, which made her heart skip a beat.
Don’t get hung up. It’s probably nothing. You’re a good surgeon and he can see that.
The mortar fire had become distant and the unit of soldiers that had been lying in wait to protect the hospital began to move. Tanks were soon going by, kicking up dust.
Reagan cursed under her breath and covered her patient again.
Kainan helped her. She was very aware of his body close to hers as they protected their patient.
“I thought you would stay until the end,” he said, after the roar of the tanks had died down.
They went back to work as the dust settled.
“No, a new unit has come in to relieve us. They’ll stay until Isla Hermosa is back on its feet.”
“That could be some time,” Kainan muttered darkly. “I wonder if Isla Hermosa will ever recover from this.”
“Hopefully it will. Your country has seen enough bloodshed.”
“Yes.” There was sadness in his voice.
She wondered if he’d lost loved ones. They worked well together, and he was a brilliant surgeon, but they didn’t delve much into personal issues beyond the sphere of this surgical unit.
Which was fine with her.
Even though she knew little about Kainan, there was still camaraderie between them. They’d experienced the war together here, patching up soldiers and civilians. They were friends and she’d miss him.
Even though it would be good to put some distance between them. She didn’t want to do something she’d regret.
Live a little.
“I’ve grown accustomed to working with you,” he said, and those dark eyes held her captive.
It thrilled her, unnerved her, this effect he had on her.
Reagan smiled behind her surgical mask. “I like working with you too, but it looks like this is the end.”
Kainan nodded. “I guess so.”
Reagan finished her repair and began to close up. Her patient would be taken to Spain which was the closest hospital they could get to, where he would be monitored in a military hospital. At least now he would survive the journey.
They didn’t say anything as they prepared the soldier for transport, loading him onto the waiting helicopter that would carry him to an American aircraft carrier. A medical plane would take the soldier on to Spain.
When Reaga
n pulled off her surgical mask and gloves she let out a sigh of exhaustion. She had been working straight for almost twenty-four hours, since the peacekeepers had been pushed back to the beach. It was late afternoon, and though the sun was no longer beating down on them it was still sweltering, and she had the urge to run into the ocean and cool herself off.
Except for the fact that the beach was littered with boats belonging to the allied forces coming ashore.
Kainan was staring back toward the hill where the tall, ancient city gates were. There was smoke rising from the city and he was frowning.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
She wanted to tell him she knew how he felt, but really she didn’t. She didn’t know what it was like to lose the country of your birth. To have it mangled and everything destroyed.
She couldn’t even imagine what he was going through.
“You okay?” Kainan asked.
Reagan closed her eyes and shook her head. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m just exhausted.”
He cocked his head to one side, those dark brown eyes penetrating her to her very core, and she fought back the urge to run her hands through his thick chestnut curls.
“I think there is more. Sadness has come over you.”
“I was just thinking of leaving here. I was thinking…” She trailed off, getting choked up.
She didn’t want to tell him that she was sad she was leaving the people she considered friends, the people who were like her family, in order to return to a lonely life in Toronto.
It had never bothered her until now.
“I hate leaving a job undone. There is so much work here, but my tour is over.”
He sighed and dragged his hand through his hair. “Yes, there will be many pieces to pick up once the dust settles, but Isla Hermosa will rise again. There have been other wars, other strife that has hit our shores, and we have stood the test of time.”
Reagan smiled and they walked in silence back to the tent. There were no more critical patients. Just those with minor wounds that were being made ready for transport off the island.
“Captain Cote, you’re officially off duty,” said Major Smart as she came to the hospital tent. “You’ve done a wonderful job, but we’re getting ready to pull out. The next rotation is here and you need your rest.”
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