Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

The pit of my stomach fell. I slowly turned and walked back to Preston and Clare. “Um…I told the nurse Rory was my fiancée, and she’s going to get the doctor.”

Clare covered her mouth. “Oh God.”

My heart drummed in my chest so loudly I could hardly hear Preston telling Clare everything was going to be okay.

An older gentleman rounded the corner and made his way over to us.

“Mr. Ward?” he asked while extending his hand.

“Yes. Is she okay? Was it an aneurysm?”

The doctor frowned and drew his head back. “Who told you it was an aneurysm?”

Clare took a step forward. “The paramedic said it might be the cause of her passing out.”

“And you are?”

“Her sister, Clare.”

Preston and I both looked at Clare. I guess she figured we might get more info if she said she was family.

With a furrowed brow, he shook his head. “The paramedic should have kept his thoughts to himself.”

“So it wasn’t an aneurysm?” Clare asked.

“No. It was not an aneurysm, and they’re both going to be okay. Her blood sugar was low; add stress on top of that, and she simply passed out. It does appear that she bruised a rib when she fell. Hopefully we can get that nicely healed before she’s too far along.”

My eyes widened in shock, and I heard Clare suck in a breath of air.

“I’m sorry. Did you say they were ‘both’ going to be okay?” I asked with a smile.

A wide grin covered the doctor’s face as his cheeks turned pink. “I’m sorry. With her only being about three to four weeks along, I should have guessed neither of you probably knew she was pregnant. I’m sure I just dropped a bombshell on you, Mr. Ward.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The doctor took that as a sign to keep talking.

“When the blood work showed she was pregnant, we did an ultrasound. The baby looks perfectly fine. She or he is still pretty small and was nicely protected.”

Preston reached out and grabbed my arm; he must have seen me wobble. Both of Clare’s hands were covering her mouth and she was crying.

“But Rory’s okay? Nothing bad besides the rib?”

The doctor hit my upper arm. “She’s perfect. Well, minus the low blood sugar.”

Clare gasped. “She drank two beers tonight!”

With a laugh, the doctor winked. “She’ll be fine.” He pointed to me. “Now, you make sure she’s eating and drinking plenty of water. She was a bit dehydrated, so I’d like to keep her overnight to watch her and see how that rib feels. We’ve got an IV going, and you’ll need to make sure she gets in to see her doctor regarding the pregnancy.”

I nodded. “Yes, sir. When can I see her?”

“She woke up a little while ago and asked where she was. But she fell back asleep pretty quickly.”

I cleared my throat, and asked, “Does she know about the baby?”

He shook his head. “No. No one has said anything to her yet. I’m assuming you’d like to tell her.”

With a smile, I answered, “Yes, sir. Very much so.”