as she came into the lobby.
“What?” Chloe’s heart sank. Two weeks had gone by since the woman’s surgery and things had looked so promising.
“They’re trying to stop it, but it looks like they may be too late. They’re giving her steroids, just in case.”
To help the babies’ lungs develop. At thirty weeks, the twins could survive, but not without some major intervention. And one or both babies could have deficits to overcome, especially the donor twin.
“Where is she?”
Layla put her arm around her shoulders. “She’s up in Labor and Delivery.”
That meant they didn’t really expect to stop labor altogether, just delay the inevitable.
“Is Cade there with her?”
“I’m sure he must have been called in, as he did the surgery.”
“Thanks. I think I’ll go up and see how she’s doing.”
Layla gave her shoulders one more squeeze then let her go. “There’s a team standing by to take over if she delivers.”
“Where’s Brad?”
“I haven’t seen him in a while.”
Neither had she. They’d gone their separate ways that morning after arriving. He said he’d see her back at the apartment, hinting that she’d need to take the subway home.
They’d made love last night, but had there been something a little more reserved about him than usual?
Probably her imagination. Not in her imagination was the horrifying realization that her teenage infatuation hadn’t dried up after all. It had lain dormant in her subconscious—like a seed—waiting for a drop of water to make it spring back to life.
Well, it had gotten not just a drop, not just a trickle, but a whole waterfall over the last couple of weeks and, like the beanstalk from the fairy tale, had grown to terrifying proportions.
Only it wasn’t infatuation. It was love. And although she couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started, she remembered the deep fear she’d felt when Brad had walked through the door to her family home after his motorcycle accident. Limping. Bleeding. Hopelessness in his eyes that had shocked and frightened her.
Jason’s words about the locks in Brad’s house had sprung to mind. About how cruel someone would have to be to do that to a young, vulnerable child. And she’d hated his parents with a fury that had never completely died.
And neither had her feelings for him, evidently. She’d felt the warning signs when she’d danced with him at the wedding...and when he’d asked her to go for a ride on his bike after he’d graduated from medical school, but she’d refused.
What if he’d suddenly realized how she felt and was upset about it? She’d been careful to keep her emotions in check last night as he’d brought her to fulfillment, biting her lips to avoid saying or doing anything that might tip him off.
But maybe he’d seen through her act and was trying to figure out a way to let her down easily.
Well, that was impossible. If she’d thought her heart had been broken over Travis, she had no idea how it was going to survive the tidal wave of hurt now bearing down on it.
And Brad didn’t have to do anything to make it happen. This time, it was all her.
Brad had cured her of one problem, only to be the cause of another. Much in the way that radiation could cure one type of cancer while causing another type to develop further down the road.
She sighed. And how was that for an insensitive comparison? Her problems were mild compared to what her twin-to-twin patient was going through right now. Better to focus her energies on praying for those babies’ survival rather than rail at the fates over something inconsequential. Because, ultimately, she would survive this.
The maternity wing was a beehive of activity with groups of doctors and nurses discussing cases, while behind one of those doors lay Clara Serrano, fighting for her children’s lives.
Surprisingly, she spied Brad in one of the clusters—the same one that Cade was in. She didn’t think he’d be here, and the fact that he’d not even tried to find her to tell her about Clara made her insides cramp.
She’d come up to see what was going on, but hesitated, feeling very much like an outsider all of a sudden. Brad glanced up from his discussion and saw her, and motioned her over. Again she hesitated. If he’d wanted her here, he would have called her like he had the day Clara had had her surgery. Instead, her cellphone had remained silent as she’d drunk her coffee alone in the park.
Alone. Maybe that’s what she was meant to be.
When she started to back toward the elevators, Brad broke away from his group and came towards her. “Were you looking for me?”
She shook her head. “I heard Clara had been admitted and came to see how she was doing.” Another flare of hurt erupted. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I didn’t realize you’d want me to.” There was a cool edge to his voice she didn’t like.
“She was one of my patients.”
He glanced away for a second before looking at her again. “There was nothing you could do. I didn’t want to worry you.”
There was more to it than that but, other than call him a liar, what could she do?
The urge to spin away and get back into the elevator was almost overwhelming, but she forced her feet to remain where they were. Her chin went up. “I thought we’d already established that I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”
He studied her face before nodding. “Come back over with me, then. You can get caught up on what’s happening.”
Chloe stood in the group and listened as various updates came from Clara’s room.
“Contractions are still progressing, unfortunately. There’s no going back now.” The latest doctor to exit the room broke the news everyone had been dreading. “Let’s get ready.”
Clusters of people broke apart hurrying in various directions to do their parts in making sure mother and newborns had the best possible shot at a good outcome.
“Did the ablation procedure benefit the smaller twin at all?” she asked Brad.
“It’s only been a couple of weeks so theoretically it had an effect, but it’s hard to tell just how much of one at this point.”
She nodded. “I have to get back to work. Will you let me know how it goes?”
“Sure.”
He tweaked her ponytail as she turned to go, and when she glanced back over her shoulder, he was smiling. She sucked down a lungful of air, feeling the tension drain from her body. Maybe those weird vibes she’d been feeling had been the result of an overactive imagination. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d driven herself crazy coming up with
