Dirty Passions An Interracial Russian Mafia Romance (The Lion and The Mouse #5) - Kenya Wright Page 0,27

other patients.

Meanwhile, Kaz remained next to me in the medical room, holding my hand as I sat on the bed. The nurse had already taken my blood. I’d even had to go into the private bathroom for a urine sample and then come out and give it to her. Kaz remained right there as my savior and foundation.

I was glad he came, but the others could have stayed at home. I grabbed a health magazine on the tiny table near the bed. “Kaz, everyone didn’t have to ride along.”

“I’m not risking you getting taken again. I bombed Paris. Jean-Pierre will want to deal with it.”

“Jean-Pierre is hiding somewhere, hoping that I’m taming you.”

“Well, he’ll be happy to realize that you are.”

“I’m not.”

“Trust me. You are.”

“No one can tame a lion.” I looked up from the magazine. “Have you ever heard of Siegfried and Roy?”

“The names sound familiar.”

“They’re considered master illusionists of white tiger magic. They had a big show in Las Vegas. I think they were German.”

Kaz snorted, “Germans and tigers? This should be a good story.”

“They had cheetahs and lions too.”

“Please, say one of the lions ate them.”

I closed the magazine. “That’s not nice.”

“It’s not nice to put animals in a show and make money off of them.”

“You let a bunch of lions out in Paris.”

“They were trapped in the zoo. I gave them a form of freedom.”

I rolled my eyes. “Either way, Roy led out a white tiger from a cage. It was a 380-pound cat. Apparently, the tiger got distracted by someone in the audience. There was no barrier protecting the audience—”

“That sounds stupid. There should be a gate.”

“He was supposed to have control of the tigers.”

“What happened?”

“Roy put himself between the tiger and the front row. Then, Roy gave him a command to lie down. The tiger refused and clamped his jaws around Roy’s neck. In fact, the tiger dragged him thirty feet offstage.”

“Tigers are predators.”

“Just like lions.” I raised a finger in the air. “See. No one can tame them.”

Kaz smiled. “Still. . .you’ve tamed me.”

“Yeah right.”

The door opened, and the Dr. Stovall entered. His English was decent with a soft accent. Not Russian, but definitely from some country in Eastern Europe. “Hello, Emily. How are you doing this morning? Any soreness or aches?”

“A little.”

Dr. Stovall came over and stood in front of me. “I want to say sorry again.”

“That’s fine.” I just wanted to get all of this over with and return to bed.

Dr. Stovall refused to rush through it. “It is important that you don’t blame yourself. The reason for miscarriage is varied, and most often the cause cannot be identified.”

If you knew what I did in the past two weeks, you might change your thoughts on that.

“During the first trimester, the most common cause of miscarriage is chromosomal abnormality.” Dr. Stovall looked at Kaz. “Meaning that something is not correct with the baby’s chromosomes. Most chromosomal abnormalities are the cause of a damaged egg or sperm cell or are due to a problem at the time that the zygote went through the division process.”

I placed my hands in my lap and twisted my fingers. “I understand.”

The doctor continued, “For women in their childbearing years, the chances of having a miscarriage can range 15-20%. Which means you’re not alone in this situation.”

“Okay.” I stirred in my seat. “What are we doing today?”

“Today, the main goal is to prevent hemorrhaging and infection. I would like to do an exam.” His expression grew serious. “I need to make sure that your body expelled all the fetal tissue by itself and will not require further medical procedures.”

I swallowed. I couldn’t even look Kaz’s way.

How did it sound to him? My body expelling our baby.

“If the body does not expel all the tissue,” the doctor said. “The most common procedure performed to stop bleeding and prevent infection is a dilation and curettage, known as a D&C. But we can discuss that further and talk about a possible prescription.”

I didn’t want to expel anything. And I didn’t want some procedure or drugs. I just wanted to get back in bed and lay in Kaz’s arms and forget about our loss, pretend like it never happened to us.

“Have you discussed, if you will try for another pregnancy?” He scanned our faces.

I didn’t speak.

Kaz took my hand. “That’s a discussion for another day. Right now, I want to make sure she is healthy.”

“Good. I believe every couple should wait to attempt again until the mother is physically, as well as