The Brooding Surgeon's Baby Bombshell

Gabe was busy giving the EMTs a report about what had happened when Zoe found her bag and headed to the nearest restroom to wash her hands. When she came out, Gabe stood nearby.

She checked her watch and shook her head. “I have to go. It’s almost time for my plane. I have to get home.”

He didn’t look pleased with her putting him off once again. “I’ll be in touch.”

“Okay.” She pulled a card from her purse and handed it to him. “My phone number is on it. ’Bye, Gabe.”

CHAPTER TWO

TWO DAYS LATER Gabe was on his way out of surgery when his phone rang. “Hey, Mom.”

“Hey yourself. I’ve not heard from you in weeks.” His mother sounded eager to talk.

“I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy to check in with your mother?” Her tone held a teasing note but there was also some scolding as well.

“I’ve been trying to wrap up things here. Planning a move at the same time has kept me tied up.” Along with finding out he would soon be a father...

“I’m so proud of you and pleased you’ll be moving closer. I don’t see enough of you.”

With his schedule, he couldn’t promise it would be much different, but he did need to tell her about the baby. At least that would make her happy. “Mom, I’m glad you called. I’ve got some news.”

“I hope it’s good?”

“It is. I’m going to be a father.” Even though he’d had a couple of days to adjust to the idea, the words still sounded strange.

“You are! I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone!”

Gabe chuckled. His mother was as excited to hear the news as he had expected she would be. “I’m not really.” He didn’t want to get into it.

“Okay... Well, when is she due?”

“Sometime after the first of the year.”

His mother shot back, “You don’t know the exact date? Is it a boy or a girl?”

He really didn’t know much. He and Zoe were going to have to really talk. Today. “I’ll have to ask Zoe.”

“I’m guessing she’s the mother?” Curiosity filled her voice.

“Yes, her name is Zoe Avery.”

“Where did you meet her?”

“At a professional meeting.” He wasn’t surprised his mother was full of questions.

“Gabe, I’m guessing this wasn’t planned?” It sounded more like a question than a statement.

“It wasn’t, but we’re working all that out.” His pager went off. He was needed in ICU. “Mom, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you soon. I promise.”

“Okay. I love you, son.”

His mother might not have been around much, but he had known he was loved. His child would at least know Gabe cared, even if he couldn’t be there for him all the time. He’d learned early from his mother that sacrifices were necessary to survive and succeed in a profession. That focus was important to get what you wanted. For him, that was to build a renowned liver-transplant program.

He checked on his patient in ICU the nurse had paged him about and increased the dosage of pain medicine, before giving instructions to his physician’s assistant to notify him if there were additional issues. Then he headed to his office for some privacy. It was time he and Zoe had that overdue conversation. He just hoped she wouldn’t try to evade it. They needed to discuss things whether she liked it or not.

She answered on the second ring.

“Zoe. It’s Gabe. Please don’t hang up.”

“I wasn’t going to.” The soft voice that he’d know anywhere as Zoe’s sounded distracted.

“Uh... How’re you doing?” He felt like a teen calling a girl for the first time. It mattered too much.

“I’m fine.”

His chest tightened. She didn’t sound like it. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine and so is the baby.”

He was relieved to hear that. It amazed him how quickly she and his unborn child had become so important to him. “Uh, what’s the baby’s due date?” He’d been so shocked to learn she was pregnant he’d not thought to ask earlier.

“January twenty-second.”

“My father was born in January.” He shook his head. That was an odd statement. He’d not thought of that in a long time. “Do you know what it is yet?”

“No. I’ll find out soon.”

“You’ll let me know as soon as you do?” Why should he want to hear so badly? How much time would he spend being a father anyway? More than Zoe apparently thought he should. Fatherhood wasn’t what he’d planned for his life but now he had to adjust and adapt. He was determined to be the best father he could be.

“I will if you want me to.”

He would like to tell his mother the sex. She would be so excited. Would start buying clothes. “Zoe, how did this happen?”

She tittered. “Why, Doctor, I thought you, of all people, understood the birds and the bees.”

The Zoe with a sense of humor had returned. This was gro

und he was comfortable on. He huffed. “I don’t mean the physical process. I thought you had things handled.”

“I thought so too. I guess the pill failed.” She sighed. “Or maybe the condom was bad. I don’t know. I just know I’m pregnant. I’m sorry, Gabe. I realize this isn’t what you wanted.”

It wasn’t, but he could tell by her tone that she hadn’t planned it either. “Maybe not, but I’ll deal with it. Meet my responsibilities.”

“This baby needn’t ruin your life. I have things handled. I can raise it. I want to. There’s no reason for you to change your lifestyle because of us. I know this wasn’t in your life plan.”

“You’re not going to handle this alone. I’m here to help. I should help.”

In the background, a woman called Zoe’s name. Was that her mother?

“I’ll be right there, Mom,” Zoe said in an exasperated tone.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. And no.” Zoe sounded bone weary. “Mom’s Alzheimer’s has really progressed. She’s more confused these days. More demanding.”

The faint sounds of Zoe’s name being shouted again reached Gabe’s ear.

“Sorry but I’ve got to go,” Zoe said. “’Bye.”

The click of them being disconnected was the last he heard.

The next day between surgeries he couldn’t stop himself from texting her.

Is there a good time for me to call?

A few minutes later he received her reply.

Tonight. No later than ten-thirty my time. I have an early meeting in the morning.

Gabe typed back.

Will call at ten.

He needed to discuss his trip to her part of the world the next weekend. He would be looking for a house and wanted her to set aside some time to see him and discuss the baby’s future.

His phone buzzed. He was needed in the emergency department. There had been a car accident. It turned out that his patient was a teenage girl who required surgery right away.

Hours later, Gabe left the operating room and checked his phone. He groaned. It was already after ten-thirty. Remorse filled him. He’d promised Zoe he would call her earlier. This was just another example of why he shouldn’t have a family. He was so focused on his job. A wife and children deserved better than leftovers and afterthoughts. He would soon be a father. Where was he going to find the time? He had to show Zoe how serious he was about being a parent.