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Bree had lost her memory, there were still unknown men after her, and he didn t know how to fight an
unseen force.
Her hand glided to her stomach and he watched as tears flashed in her eyes.
 Ours?
 Yes, he answered with zero hesitation. She gave him a tentative smile, and all her other
questions were forgotten as she pondered the reality of impending motherhood.
Chapter Eight
 After your ultrasound, if everything is fine with the baby, you ll be free to leave, Dr.
Bailey said before Bree was able to open her mouth.
She d come out of her coma two weeks ago but was still confined to her hospital room.
Okay, not exactly the room, she was allowed to walk to the cafeteria, and even sit outside on
occasion  as long as she had someone with her, but still, being stuck in a hospital, even a nice one,
made her feel trapped.
She d been a good sport about it for the first week and a half, but then her irritation at the
situation became quite apparent to everyone. She was now used to the revolving door of visitors who
called themselves her family, though she still hadn t gotten her memory back, but she just wanted to
leave. She didn t know where home was, but anything had to be better than the sterile hospital room.
 Looks like he knows you well, Chad said with a laugh. Bree shot him a glare, and then
regretted it. Chad was the one person she felt  right being around. She figured they must be
incredibly close, because when he walked in the door, she felt butterflies in her stomach. He stirred
things inside her she couldn t fully comprehend.
She thought she may be falling in love with him  though she had to love him already if
they d made a baby, right? She hated to start having those thoughts because they made her head hurt
trying to put the pieces together of her broken memory.
 You promise? she asked the doctor, ignoring Chad s comment.
 I promise  but only if the ultrasound says everything is good, he reminded her. She
refused to think anything could be wrong.
She hadn t felt the baby move, didn t show any signs of pregnancy yet, but still, she had a
connection to her unborn baby. Being pregnant gave her hope that her endless blank of a mind would
have to someday clear.
She had a huge, obviously loving family, who visited her every day. And she couldn t define
Chad. He was by her side night and day, and he was just so& She couldn t even put into words what
he was.
Masculine.
Charming.
Manly.
Handsome.
There were thousands of descriptions, she was sure could describe him better.
 I m ready, she said, excited to see the first images of her baby. Maybe seeing the pictures
would stimulate her brain somehow and she d regain her memory. She secretly crossed her fingers.
Another person came in the room, pushing a table with a machine and large monitor on it.
She felt her nerves flutter at the sight. She was moments away.
Chad sat silently by Bree s bedside as he watched the hospital staff move around her room.
He d been on combat missions where he hadn t shed a single drop of sweat, but waiting to see the
first images of his unborn child was like sitting in a hole anticipating the first grenade to drop. He
was terrified something could be wrong with the baby, but overjoyed to see his son or daughter.
Without thought he reached out and gripped Bree s hand. She grew stronger each day and he
hoped his child did too. She tensed at the coldness of the gel placed on her stomach, but soon there
was a fuzzy image on the screen.
They both watched intensely as the technician moved the small wand around her belly,
stopping every few seconds and clicking buttons on his monitor. Chad wanted to strangle the guy and
demand he tell them everything was going to be all right.
Chad looked on, but couldn t see anything even sort of resembling a person inside her. Was
something wrong? He had to fight not to shout.
 I m just getting a few pictures of the womb right now. Your baby is very small at this point.
Not even the size of a shelled peanut, and there s a lot of fluid and other internal things in the way, so
it s hard to catch a good shot, but give me a moment longer, the guy finally spoke. It was a good
thing, because Chad didn t think he could take much more silence.
The doctor bent down and looked at a place on the monitor where the technician had paused.
They both spoke quietly for a moment and Chad felt a bead of sweat run down his brow. He was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]