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“Daniel, there’s something I need to tell you.…”
Don’t do this, Louise!
Daniel didn’t say it, but his head was screaming it, warning her with his eyes to please not go there.
“He needs to be fed.” He tried to keep his voice steady, light even, to pretend somehow that he hadn’t heard her words. “And I really ought to get to the hospital.”
“Daniel, please, there’s something you really need to know.”
Please, don’t do this!
It was the one thing he couldn’t take—to have Louise try to appease him with a story that he knew could never be true.
“I’m trying to tell you something, Daniel!”
“Maybe I don’t want to hear it.” His voice came out way too sharp and he struggled to control it.
“I’m talking about your son!”
The Surgeon’s Miracle Baby
Carol Marinelli
MILLS & BOON
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CONTENTS
‘HE’LL be OK at the crèche, won’t he?’ Louise stared into the carry seat at her sleeping son, watching as a gummy smile flickered over Declan’s face, his eyelids flickering as he dreamed milky dreams, utterly oblivious to the hellish guilt that was racking his overwrought mother.
‘He’ll be fine,’ Maggie groaned, snuggling into her dressing-gown and nursing a large mug of tea as she stood in the hallway of the tiny third-floor flat they were sharing. ‘It’s his mother I’m more worried about. You’ll end up in my ward with me taking care of you if you don’t lose some of the guilt!’
Which was surely a joke, but given that Maggie was a psychiatric nurse, it wasn’t in the best of taste!
‘It’s normal to be anxious on the first day in a new job,’ Louise said defensively. ‘And it’s my first day back at work since I had him—I’m still breast-feeding, remember.’
‘As if I could forget! I heard that blessed breast pump going all night—you’ve got enough milk in that cool bag to feed the whole crèche.’ Maggie’s joking façade faded as she saw the anguish on her friend’s face.
‘He’ll be fine,’ she said gently, putting down her mug on the hall table and pulling Louise into a hug. ‘He’s going to be ten minutes down the corridor from you, being loved and fussed over in the hospital crèche while his mummy’s earning lots of lovely money.’
‘I know.’ Louise sniffed. ‘To tell the truth, it’s not just Declan I’m worried about—I feel as if I’ve forgotten everything I know.’
‘It’ll all come back the second you set foot on the ward.’
‘Do you really think so?’ Louise asked dubiously.
‘I promise,’ Maggie said assuredly. ‘And at the end of the day you’re a casual nurse—they’re hardly going to be expecting you to run the show and you can just ease yourself in gently. Remember, a little more than a year ago you were a senior RN on a high-dependency unit in one of London’s busiest hospitals. Childbirth can’t have scrambled your brains that much!’
