care for each other. But it was just...infatuation. Lust.”
“Lust. Whoa. Friendship and lust and caring. Sounds pretty cool to me.” She gave an exaggerated wink.
“Trust me,” Naomi chuckled softly, “lust is the last thing on my mind right now.”
“Understandable. You must be exhausted and I should let you rest.” Delaney kissed her forehead. “Is there anything I can get for you? Some water? A nurse?”
“Perhaps ask the nurse to take my blood pressure again to see if I can get up?”
“Absolutely. I’ll ask on my way out.” She nodded to the nurse backing through the door. “You’re in good hands. I’ll see you in the morning.”
The middle-aged nurse with silver strands in her jet-black hair barely made it five steps into the room before Naomi’s question burst from her lips. “So, do we get to check my blood pressure again?”
Bowed lips drew into a smile, and for a flash of a moment, Naomi saw a glimpse of her mother in the woman. A painful thought, an ache that never seemed to ease.
“Of course, dear. Let’s see what your number is now.”
Naomi took a deep, steadying breath as the nurse set up the blood pressure machine. Low. Low. Low. The wish looped in her mind like a mantra. Her body needed to respond to the command.
An eternity seemed to pass as she stared at the nurse’s equipment, waiting for the verdict.
“Well, there, Miss Naomi, I have some good news for you. Your blood pressure is back to normal.”
“I’m going to see my babies.” Flinging back the sheets, Naomi prepared to swing her legs off the bed.
A gentle hand met her wrist. “Hold on there, dear. I know your pressure’s back down, but doctor’s orders—you get a wheelchair until he says otherwise.”
“As long as I see my children.” Naomi took a deep breath, the kind she reserved for stepping into a trial, the type that filled her lungs and soul with determination, then she eased her feet to the floor. She was a little wobbly, but overall better than she expected.
“This is my favorite part of my job, dear.”
Naomi craned her head back to examine the nurse. Faint smile lines adorned her cheeks, and the nurse’s green eyes were alight.
“Wheeling people around?” Naomi asked, wringing her hands in anticipation. Doctors and nurses rushed past them, carrying charts and chatting hurriedly.
“No. Uniting mother and child. There is nothing as rewarding.”
Her pulse pounding like she’d ran a marathon, Naomi swallowed, a lump of nervous anticipation welling in her throat, rendering her unable to speak. As they turned the corner to the nursery, her heart did a cartwheel. Royce. He stood near the babies, decked out in borrowed green scrubs. Looking handsome as ever, as he spoke to the pediatric nurse in a tone so hushed and gentle Naomi couldn’t make out a single word he said.
He hadn’t left, after all.
Even though she knew he was here for the babies, she still couldn’t deny how glad she was to see him. He was a part of her past, but he’d also been a part of this miracle.
She couldn’t help but wonder if she was feeling too drawn to him, weakening in an emotional moment. If anything, the other nurse’s presence, with reminders of Naomi’s mother, made her think of how she should be turning to the relatives she still had. She shouldn’t rely on Royce. She wanted to be independent. Even leaning on family would need to be short term—just until she recovered physically—or they could all fall back into the overprotective ways she’d found so stifling as a teen with cancer. She walked a fine line with them in making sure her girls had the joy of the love of a big family.
She smiled her thanks at the nurse who’d helped her down the hall, then rolled the wheelchair toward Royce. “Where is the rest of my family?”
He looked up, lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “Hey, Mama. Good to see you up and about.”
The pediatric nurse at the bassinets grinned before turning away and busying herself with another newborn.
Naomi gestured to her wheelchair. “If you can call riding in this ‘up.’”
He knelt in front of her. “Your blood pressure’s down?”
“Yes. And now I want to see my babies.”
“Of course.” He reached for the first bundle, Mary, and settled her in the crook of Naomi’s arm. Then followed with Anna.
Naomi soaked in the sight of them, clean and sleeping. And beautiful.
She looked up at Royce, finding his eyes locked on hers. She resisted the urge to fidget nervously and reminded herself of who she should be depending on now. “Where’s my family? Delaney said they were all here.”
She’d especially wanted to see Isabeau who was expecting a baby with Trystan Mikkelson.
“They fawned over your babies and then headed home to give you rest.”
“Oh, they just left?” She frowned. That wasn’t like them.
“Your blood pressure was up. I sent them away.”
She sat up straighter, stunned...irritated. “You did what?”
“It’s late. I told them we’ve got this covered. And they said they’ll be back in the morning.”
She looked around at the busy staff and kept her voice low. “What gives you the right to decide who stays with me at the hospital?”
“There’s another weather warning out, so they left to get ahead of the storm,” he said, with such practical calm it set her teeth on edge.
But then she’d always been far quicker to lose her temper than he was.
“And if they’d wanted to stay?”
He stared back at her silently.
Reason trickled through her anger. Nothing could have made her family leave if they hadn’t wanted to—or unless they had an ulterior motive. “They’re all hoping we’ll get back together.”
“Maybe. Regardless, I want to help. Is that so bad?”
“I have help. Or rather, I did until you gave them all their marching orders.” She tamped down her anger. “Who’s watching your dog?”
His Saint Bernard, Tessie—named in honor of the scientist Tesla—was his big, lovable, constant companion.
“My neighbor’s got her. She fine. Don’t worry. Just rest.”
Sagging back, Naomi relented. She had been surprised at how much it hurt saying goodbye to Tessie when she’d packed up her things at Royce’s place. She’d cried more than a few tears into the soft fur.
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