Pregnant with the Paramedic's Baby

by Amy Ruttan

  “We should get out of here,” Sandra murmured, but still holding on to his jacket, her body still curled up tight against his chest.

  “You’re right.”

  “I live just on the other side of the bridge. Down Denham Road.” Her voice shook as she spoke, and he didn’t blame her.

  “The bridge is washed out, but I know another way.” He carried her to his car and helped her get settled into the back. He opened his trunk and tossed his tools back in there, before grabbing a blanket.

  He climbed into the driver’s seat and handed her the blanket. She was wadding up some tissues for what looked like a superficial head wound.

  “Thanks,” she said, her voice trembling.

  “You’re safe. Let’s get you to your house and then I can call the team and tell them you’re safe and I’ll make sure that’s just a superficial wound.”

  “Thanks.” She held the tissues against her forehead.

  “Sorry about your vehicle,” he said.

  “It’s just my SUV that’s totaled,” she muttered. “That’s a small price to pay for my life.”

  Kody nodded, but his pulse was still racing. He couldn’t believe she’d been so close to death like that, and the thought of her losing her life terrified him and he didn’t know why.

  Probably because you know her and you watched it happen.

  Kody pulled away from the scene of the mudslide and took his time making his way carefully down the road and turning down the other road that led to Denham, but the moment he turned the corner, it was gone. The road was washed away and Burl’s Creek now looked like an angry river gurgling and rushing past them.

  “Well, I guess we can...” There was a rumble and Kody watched in horror as the road behind them washed out. They were trapped on a small stretch of road and Burl’s Creek was inching toward them.

  “We have to go on foot. There’s a small cabin not far from here. It’s on the edge of my property. It’s high ground,” she said.

  Kody nodded. Sandra helped him grab what he needed from his truck, but it was hard for her since one hand was holding the now-wet blob of tissues against her head wound.

  “Just lead the way, Sandra. I’ll follow,” he ordered.

  Sandra nodded and headed up a trail off the road, higher than the river, up onto the range. It was a slippery climb, but she seemed to know her way up the stony embankment, through the cottonwood trees, and eventually they were out on the plains. It looked as if it was an old cattle ranch.

  “My house is in that direction, but we’d have to cross the water to get to it,” Sandra shouted.

  Kody nodded, but he couldn’t make it out, not through the rain, which was getting heavier. However, she had led them right—there was a cabin about five hundred feet away and they should be safe there, provided he could get a fire started and figure out a way to contact help.

  “Let’s go.” He slung his pack of supplies over his shoulder and without thinking he took her hand and led her through the wind and rain to the cabin. She pulled out her ring of keys and unlocked the door.

  Kody followed her in.

  The cabin was dark, but it was dry, and it was shelter.

  “There’s no electricity yet,” she explained through chattering teeth. “I was planning on having it renovated soon, to rent it out.”

  “It has a fireplace, so I can get to building us a fire.” He set down his bag and Sandra sat on a sheet-covered chair, pulling the damp blanket around her tighter.

  He pulled out his fire starters and was relieved that there was a bit of wood still in the cabin, so it would be dry. He knelt down and built a pyramid and set his homemade fire starters under. It didn’t take long before they had a fire going.

  He pulled off his jacket and set it on the floor, while he rummaged in his bag for some rope. Something they could hang their wet clothes on so the fire could dry them. He pulled out the twine and set about making a makeshift clothesline.

  “You’ve thought of everything,” Sandra said. She was visibly shivering, and the tissue was blood-soaked and wet under her fingers.

  “Come closer to the fire and I’ll check out that wound.”

  “It’s superficial,” she said.

  “Dr. Fraser, get over here. Now.” He shook his head and she came closer to the fire and sat on the floor in front of him.

  “I’ve never heard you be so forceful before,” she said and there was a twinkle in her eye, like one he’d never seen, and she was smiling. He liked her smile.

  “I think you have a concussion,” he said dryly.

  “Why do you say that?”

  “You’re joking with me.” He smiled at her and she laughed softly.

  “I don’t think it’s a concussion. I think the adrenaline is wearing off.”

  “So you’re saying it’s nerves?” he asked.

  “I don’t know.” She laughed. “Thank you for saving my life.”

  “It’s my job.”

  “Still, if you hadn’t been there...” She trailed off and he knew what she was thinking because he thought it too. She would’ve died.

  “Hold still,” he said as he gently peeled away the wet tissue to examine the wound. She was right, it was superficial, and it had mostly stopped bleeding.

  “Superficial, isn’t it?” she asked.

  “Doctors make the worst patients,” he muttered as he pulled out some antibiotic ointment and gauze.

  She laughed again. “I suppose we do.”

  Kody didn’t respond and bandaged up her head. “There, you’re all done.”

  “Thanks,” she said and pulled the blanket tighter. “The fire feels good. You have a lot of stuff in that bag of tricks.”

  “I have wilderness survival skills training and am a tactical paramedic.”

  “Wow,” she said, sounding impressed. “I usually don’t meet a lot of paramedics with that level of training in an urban setting.”

  “Well, when I got my certifications, I was preparing for a different life than being an urban EMT. Of course, fate sometimes has a way of kicking you in your soft spot.” He snapped the lid shut on his first-aid kit.

  “I hear you,” she said. “I never thought in a million years that I would be here, in Austin, and living on an old cattle ranch.”

  “Where did you expect to be?” he asked.

  She cocked an eyebrow. “If I tell you, then you have to tell me about this different so-called life you were preparing for. Tit for tat.”

  “Tit for tat?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’m not going to give you my life story without something in return. Just know that it stays between us.”

  “Deal,” he said, because they had to kill time somehow and the rain was starting up again something fierce. At least he knew that Lucy was safe, so he didn’t have to worry about that. And he wouldn’t mind getting to know Dr. Fraser better. He admired her and she was a closed book. “So, where did you expect to be? How has your life gone sideways?”

  “I got divorced,” she said. “And we worked together in San Diego and I couldn’t stand seeing him all the time, so I came here.”

  “There’s more to it than that.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked carefully.

  “San Diego is a large city. You transfer to another hospital—you don’t pick up everything and move a couple of states away.”

  Sandra sighed. “Fine. I couldn’t have kids... He didn’t want to adopt. It was a hard and emotional breakup and I knew to put it properly behind me I’d have to leave.”

  “So why Austin?”

  “I was adopted and grew up with my parents in San Diego, but I was born here. Since my adoptive parents are gone, I thought I would come home. Besides, a few months ago my ex remarried and is having the biological family he always wanted.”

  “And you desper
ately wanted kids,” he said softly.

  She nodded and he could see the tears in her eyes. “I did, but it wasn’t meant to be. I can’t get pregnant. Trust me, we tried, and I went through a lot of procedures. He found someone else who gave him the kids I couldn’t.”

  “Now I get it.”

  “You get what?” she asked.

  “Why you moved from San Diego and why you bought an old cattle ranch in the middle of nowhere.” He reached into his bag and dug out a couple of granola bars. He tossed her one.

  “You get that?” she teased, opening her granola bar and taking a bite.

  “I think so, and I see the appeal. Living in a city is not at all how I planned my life.” He leaned back against the wall. “I wanted to be an air paramedic in Alaska.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Wow, that sounds adventurous and explains the wilderness training.”

  “It was going to be.” He smiled. “Of course, then my high-school girlfriend got pregnant when we were twenty-one, so we got married and both became paramedics. There wasn’t much work in North Carolina and with a baby we couldn’t pursue our dreams of Alaska right away. I took a job in Austin...” He trailed off because it was hard even now to talk about Jenny. It brought back all those memories. All their hopes and dreams that never saw fruition.

  He never talked about this with anyone. Ever. Those were his hopes and dreams. Their hopes and dreams, Jenny’s and his.

  He never shared Jenny with anyone but her parents, Sally, and Lucy; Jenny and their plans he kept locked away. It was easier to cope with the grief that way.

  Is it?

  “What happened?” Sandra asked softly.

  “My wife died of cancer five years ago.” And he fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. Even after all this time, admitting it was hard.

  “I’m so sorry.”

  Kody nodded. “At least I have my daughter, Lucy. I have a piece of my wife still.”

  “So, Alaska is on hold?”

  He nodded. “My late wife’s parents followed us from North Carolina to Austin and are a huge help to me with Lucy. I could never take Lucy away from them.”

  “I never knew you had a child.”

  “You never asked.”

  “No. I suppose I didn’t, but I haven’t made a lot of friends here in Austin,” she admitted.

  “You will.”

  A strange looked passed briefly over her face. “We’ll see.”

  “Well, I’m your friend.”

  “Are you?” she asked.

  “Of course. I don’t talk about my personal life with just anyone.”

  What he didn’t say was that he didn’t share any of this with anyone. He wasn’t even sure why he was telling Sandra all of this. Maybe because she’d let down her guard too and it felt good to let it all out. He’d been bottling it up for so long.

  “Well, there are flying paramedics in Texas. Perhaps you can get your license?”

  Kody scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s costly and you need to invest a lot of time in learning to fly. Perhaps one day. Right now, Lucy needs me.”

  “You’re a good dad.” She smiled at him, her brown eyes twinkling in the flickering firelight. “I misjudged you.”

  “How?” he asked.

  “You were this fun-loving, charismatic guy. Men I know like that often play the field.”

  He was shocked. “I’ve never been a player. There’s only been Jenny, and a handful of dates I went on about a year ago that went nowhere. That’s hardly playboy material.”

  “I understand that now,” she said. “And I’m glad you’re not. Guys like that aren’t good for the heart.” She blushed. “What I mean is...”

  He chuckled. “I understand. Still, it does secretly please me you thought I was charming enough to be a player.”

  And it did. It made his pulse quicken in anticipation that she thought he was something of a bad boy. That she thought of him like that. That she thought about him more than just as a paramedic who annoyed her.

  Sandra smiled at him; there was a dimple in her cheek and her chocolate-brown eyes lit with a sparkle he’d never seen. It made him feel warm; it shook away the remnants of the pain that were threatening to take over. The grief that he’d learned to compartmentalize in the last five years since Jenny slipped away.

  “You have a beautiful smile, Sandra. Really beautiful,” he whispered.

  “Thanks.”

  “You should smile more.”

  “Why? Because I’m only pretty when I smile?”

  “No! No, you’re beautiful all the time. I’ve always thought so. I just like it when you smile at me.”

  And before he knew what he was doing he reached out to touch her face. She let out a little sigh and she leaned forward, kissing him and sending an electric buzz through him that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

  * * *

  Sandra didn’t mean to kiss Kody. When he’d told her she was beautiful and touched her, she’d lost all control. Kissing him had never been in the plans.

  Liar. It so was.

  She’d thought about it once or twice or more since she’d met him. She’d just never thought she’d act on it.

  Liar. You so did.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, quickly breaking off the kiss. And she was. She didn’t know what had come over her. She was so moved by his story. So moved by the emotion he stirred in her, she couldn’t hold back. It had been so long since she’d felt this way about anyone.

  She’d thought, after Alex and her failed marriage, that she would never feel that way about another man again. She was so burned out, so lonely, but then Kody had shared a piece of himself with her. She’d shared her vulnerability and he in turn had shared his own.

  It meant a lot.

  “Don’t be sorry,” Kody said and then he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her back. She rose to her knees and he rose to meet her. Their bodies pressed together. His kiss was tender at first, but then urgent.

  And she responded in kind to that urgency.

  That need that she had been trying so hard to ignore. She hoped that if they just shared this moment of release, she could move on. He’d be the first man she slept with since Alex, and Kody was the exact type of man to help her move past the pain that held her back. Still, the thought that Kody was the first since Alex scared her. Being intimate and vulnerable was overwhelming, but she wanted—needed—this moment. She wanted to move on, and she was glad that it was with Kody. She moved her hands down his back, slipping them under his shirt.

  “Sandra, are you sure?” His voice was husky.

  “I’m sure. I know that you can’t promise me anything and I can’t do that either, but I think we both need this.”

  Kody didn’t respond vocally, but kissed her again, making her blood sing with need. His hands were in her hair and then on her back as he pressed her down against the blanket on the floor, in front of the fire.

  The only sounds were crackling fire, the roaring rain and her pulse thundering in her ears as her body came alive under his touch. Sandra melted against his kisses and there was a frenzied need to be just skin to skin with him.

  To have no layers between them.

  Just warmth and touch.

  Human contact.

  A groan slipped past Kody’s lips as her hands slid inside the waistband of his jeans. She undid the button and the fly and then he pulled off her sweater. It was a joint effort. No words were needed. They both knew what they wanted.

  The only sounds between them were their hungry kisses.

  She knew what she wanted in this moment.

  And that was Kody.

  She wanted to feel every inch of him. Feel him buried deep inside her. His kisses left her lips, burning a path of flames down her neck, over her collarbone to her breasts.
She arched her back. She was ready, so ready for this to happen. So ready for him to claim her and that it was Kody for this first time since Alex. Since her heart was broken.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him silently know she burned for him, just as she knew he burned for her.

  “Are you sure, Sandra?” he asked again.

  “Yes.” She kissed him, running her hands through his silky black hair. “So sure.”

  Kody didn’t kiss her, just held her locked in his gaze. She was lost deep in his eyes as he entered her. Sandra cried out, but not from pain, from the release she felt at trusting someone to be intimate with her again. The sense of vulnerability he made her feel.

  As if she didn’t have to hold back in this moment. It was freeing. It was hot and frenzied and exactly what she needed. For far too long she’d been holding back, trying to find the bits and pieces that Alex had stolen from her when he’d cheated on her, when he’d told her that she was a disappointment for not being able to carry a child.

  Kody didn’t expect any of that from her and it was freeing. So freeing it was heady. The feel of his strong hands on her body, on her hips, guiding her in a rhythm they both found pleasurable. She held on to his shoulders, not wanting to let him go, not wanting this moment to end.

  It didn’t take long, and she climaxed around him, crying out, and he joined her soon after. He rested his head on her shoulder for a moment, before rolling over on his back, trying to catch his breath, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

  “We should probably get dressed again, so we don’t freeze to death,” she said. Not that she wanted to get up. Her legs felt like jelly and her head was spinning. She pulled on her clothes and then grabbed the blanket.

  Kody tended the fire and threw on some more wood. He’d put on his jeans, but not his shirt. She arched an eyebrow in question.

  “It’s better for body heat.” He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”

  Heat bloomed in her cheeks. “Thank you too. I hope... I hope this won’t be awkward at work. This can only be a one-time thing.”

  “I know and, no, it won’t be awkward.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around her. They lay back down on the hard floor. He let her use his shirt as a pillow, as her head was throbbing still, and he tucked the blanket around them. He spooned her from behind.