Surgeon Boss, Surprise Dad

She wasn’t able to prevent the whimper that escaped. Not in any of the scenarios she’d considered had she imagined Adam would want her to not have their baby.

Sure, abortion might be right for some, but not for her. Not when she so desperately wanted this baby.

Damn him for saying that. She’d thought she could forgive him anything. She’d just discovered that wasn’t true.

“I can’t believe him,” Kelly huffed from where she walked next to the wheelchair.

Her friend had wanted to push her, but Liz needed to expend the energy, work off the torrent coursing through her weakened body, feel in control of at least something in her life.

“He’s done a total turn-around,” Kelly continued. “Do you think he’s on drugs?”

“Drugs? Adam?” Startled, Liz blinked up at her friend. “Adam doesn’t do drugs.”

“Well, he sure is acting weird. Up until Gramps died, the man was perfect. Every woman in the hospital was jealous of you. He adored you, and it was plain for everyone to see. Now he’s just like every other man. A jerk.”

At the moment she wouldn’t argue with Kelly’s assessment. Only a jerk would go green while being told he was going to be a father. Adam had gone a pale, putrid green.

“He is a jerk,” Liz agreed.

“I could punch him in the face for you,” Kelly offered.

“No.” Liz shook her head. Admittedly, she’d felt like smacking him, but even if she’d been on her own two feet and capable, she doubted she would have. She wasn’t a physically violent kind of person.

Although when he’d asked if their baby was his she had wanted to kick him. Hard.

How could he have asked her that?

Even now her fists clenched at his having done so.

Fourteen weeks. That’s not too late for an abortion.

How dared he? Maybe she was more physically violent than she’d thought. Liz dry-heaved so violently she was unable to hide it from her friend.

Kelly placed her hand on Liz’s shoulder. “Oh, Liz. Let’s get you back to your room.”

Liz covered her mouth, fighting another wave of disgust. Adam wanted her to destroy the life they’d made.

How could he not want their baby?

Not wanting her was one thing, but their baby?

Their baby.

Anger gurgled inside her.

Anger at the insensitive way he’d shut her out of his life.

Anger at her own stupidity for allowing it to happen.

Anger that he’d be so callous, so cold as to not want a baby he’d fathered.

Their baby was a miracle. A blessing. A gift.

How dared he?

Even if he got over the initial shock, accustomed himself to the idea of their baby, she’d never forget the look on his face. Never forgive that look. That show of true emotion.

She’d always know.