CHAPTER TWELVE
Extract
NURSE SAVANNAH CARTER stared at her flat lower abdomen via the reflection in her bedroom mirror, imagining she saw the tiniest outline of a bulge if she stood just right.
Pregnant. Her.
How long had she dreamed of this moment?
Years. Her whole life.
She’d always wanted children. Always.
Sure, she’d thought she’d be married and have a husband who was going to be an amazing father to her precious child, but since when had things gone according to plan?
Never, really. Just as this pregnancy wasn’t planned. But she couldn’t complain. She had a good life. A great life. A great man in her life.
Charlie Keele was a wonderful person and doctor, and if her baby ended up with a more than generous share of Charlie’s genetic code, well, her baby would be a blessed child.
Charlie was brilliant, gorgeous, athletic, a man who respected her independence and beliefs, and he’d been Lucky Savannah’s boyfriend for the past year.
Lucky Savannah. She smiled at the nickname. That was what her friends had been calling her since the first time Charlie had singled her out at the hospital. They’d teased even more as she and Charlie had slid into an exclusive relationship. These days she and Charlie were inseparable. They exercised together, ate more meals together than not, worked together, and practically lived together. She suspected they would soon. For quite some time she’d been expecting Charlie to ask her to move in with him.
Expecting him to propose.
Charlie owned a beautiful brick home with lots of room and an amazing fenced-in backyard just right for a family, in an up-and-coming neighborhood. If he hadn’t mentioned living together first, when her apartment lease came up for renewing, she planned to discuss moving in with him.
She was having Charlie’s baby. That might rush things a bit, which she regretted. She wanted him to ask her to live with him, to marry him, when he was ready, because he couldn’t imagine spending the rest of his life without her. She had no doubt that was where their relationship was headed and she had no regrets regarding her accidental pregnancy.
She wanted Charlie and she wanted his baby.
Although she’d dated in the past, she’d never met a man like Charlie. Never felt for a man what she felt for Charlie. Never felt as cherished as Charlie made her feel. It was what her parents had had prior to her father’s death when Savannah was seven years old. It was what Savannah had always known she’d hold out for. She didn’t need a man, but having a good one in her life gave a shiny glow to everything.
A shiny glow she’d found with Charlie.
She pressed her hand over her belly, trying to imagine that she could feel the little life inside her. Charlie’s baby.
Her and Charlie’s baby.
A miniature version of them growing inside her.
Savannah’s smile widened as her imagination took off. His brown hair and eyes and her fair skin? Or his strong, handsome facial features and cleft chin and her blue eyes? Or maybe her red hair and his dark features? Or...the possibilities were endless. Regardless, their baby would be beautiful. Would be loved. Would be their whole world.
A baby!
They’d not talked about children, but Charlie would be happy. He loved her. He hadn’t said the words out loud, but Savannah knew. She saw it in the way he looked at her, in the way he touched her, kissed her, treated her as if she was the center of his world. Charlie Keele was in love with her and would be ecstatic at their news.
She really was a lucky woman.
She was having the most wonderful man in the world’s baby. They were going to be a family and have a fabulous life.
Feeling as if she was floating, she glanced at her watch. He’d be here in a couple of hours. She’d tell him their news. He’d kiss her, twirl her around, sweep her off her feet, maybe even propose. Something grand, for sure.
Her hair and make-up were done up a little more than her usual ponytail pullback and light coating of mascara, just in case.
Maybe she should drop some hints and let him figure out her news in some creative way. Like a blue and pink cupcake or maybe she could get him to take her to a toy store under the guise of picking up a gift for her friend Chrissie’s son, Joss. They could stroll through the baby section and she could ooh and aah over the tiny little outfits. Or she could fill up his car with pink and blue balloons or... A dozen reveal ideas came to her, each one putting a bigger smile on her face.
Wouldn’t he be surprised when he realized?
Reality was, she’d never be able to keep the news from him for long. Already she was about to pop with excitement just waiting for him to arrive. No doubt he’d take one look at her and know.
She probably had a pregnancy glow.
Savannah laughed out loud, the happy sound echoing around her bathroom.
They were having a baby.
A baby! How amazing was that?
Needing to burn some of her energy while she waited for him, she hid the pregnancy test she’d done when her menstrual cycle had failed to make an appearance. Even if he beat her back, she wanted to see his face when he found out he was going to be a father.
When all evidence was safely tucked away, she grabbed her purse to head to the nearest department store.
There were some little pink and blue items she just had to have.
* * *
Frowning, Dr. Charlie Keele stared at the contract on his desk.
The signed and countersigned contract.
He’d done it.
He’d debated back and forth over the past month, but he’d really done it. He’d signed on to accept a job two hours away.
Taking the position was an amazing opportunity, but he had hesitated and he’d known why.
Savannah.
