Wanted by Her Lost Love - By Maya Banks Page 0,10
Then he stopped and gestured toward the small screen. “There’s the head.”
Ryan crowded in so he could see the monitor. She craned her neck to see around him. Ryan looked back at her then hastily slipped a hand underneath her neck to lift her so she could see. Tears filled her eyes and her lips widened into a smile. “She’s beautiful!”
“Yes, she is,” Ryan said huskily in her ear.
“Or he,” she said quickly.
“Would you like to find out what you’re having?” the doctor offered. “We can take a look.”
“No…no, I don’t think so,” she said. “I want it to be a surprise.”
The doctor took a few more minutes and then stood up, wiping her belly clean. He handed her a picture he printed out of the baby’s profile and returned to his clipboard. After a few scribbled notes, he looked back up at her. “I’m concerned about you.”
She frowned and struggled to sit up. Ryan eased her into a sitting position, and she looked questioningly at the doctor.
“Your blood pressure is elevated and there are traces of protein in your urine. There is significant edema to your hands and feet and I’d bet, judging by your weight, that you aren’t getting enough nutrition. You’re exhibiting signs of preeclampsia and it could lead to serious repercussions.”
Kelly regarded him in stunned silence.
Ryan turned to the doctor with a frown. “What is preeclampsia?”
“It’s related to an increase in blood pressure and an increase in protein in urine output. Typically it affects women after their twentieth week of pregnancy. It can progress to seizures, at that point it becomes eclampsia.”
The doctor turned his stern gaze on Kelly before continuing.
“You are only a hairbreadth from going into the hospital and staying there until you deliver, and unless I exact a promise from you and your husband that you’ll remain off your feet and take better care of yourself, I’ll forgo the warning and straight into the hospital you’ll go.”
“He’s not my—” she began.
“Consider it done,” Ryan smoothly interjected. “She won’t so much as lift a finger. You have my word.”
“But—”
“No buts,” the doctor said. “I don’t think you fully understand the direness of your situation. If your condition progresses, it can mean your death. Eclampsia is the second leading cause of maternal death in the U.S. and the leading cause of fetal complications. This is serious and you need to take all the necessary precautions to prevent an escalation in your condition.”
Ryan blanched, and she felt the blood drain from her own face as well.
“I can assure you, Doctor, Kelly won’t be doing anything but resting and eating from now on,” Ryan said grimly.
The doctor nodded approvingly and shook both their hands. “I’d like to see her back in a week. And if the swelling gets worse or she develops a severe headache she’s to go directly to the hospital.”
After the doctor left, Kelly sat on the exam table, stunned by the doctor’s pronouncement. Ryan slid his hand over hers and squeezed.
“I don’t want you to worry, Kelly.”
Worry? She nearly let out a hysterical laugh. Her life was a total and complete mess and she wasn’t supposed to worry. She was ready to run screaming from the building.
“Come on,” he said quietly. “Let’s go.”
She let him lead her out of the doctor’s office and to the car without protest. This couldn’t be happening to her. She sat mutely in the car as they drove away, refusing to even look at Ryan. She had no job, and now if the doctor was to be believed, she couldn’t have worked even if she hadn’t been fired. How was she going to support herself, let alone her baby? She had some savings but it was all earmarked for the baby and school.
Helplessness gripped her and she didn’t like it one bit. The shrill ring of a cell phone startled her and she looked over to see Ryan put it to his ear as he expertly weaved through traffic. Her ears perked up when she heard her name.
“We’re going by Kelly’s apartment to get her things. Book us a flight from Houston and call me back with the flight number and time. Then call over to Dr. Whitcomb’s office on Hillcrest and get Kelly’s medical report faxed to Dr. Bryant in New York. Cover for me and have Linda go over any contracts needing my signatures. I’ll be in the office in a few days.”
He ended the conversation abruptly and set the phone aside.
“What were you talking about?” Kelly