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“There’s more.” Doctor Fournier called our attention back to her.
I raised my brows, and Paul sat me down on the chair.
“You had spotting when you were pregnant before, yes?”
I cleared my throat. “Yes.”
“Since you are possibly seven weeks along—”
“Um…wait. Seven weeks?” I croaked.
“It could be eight weeks, but I’ll know more soon once we get your blood test back. You have a history of spotting, and you also had a miscarriage. Because of that, we’re going to have to treat this pregnancy as moderate risk.”
She said moderate, but I could see from Paul’s face he interpreted moderate as high.
“Can I still work?” I asked.
“Yes, but keep the stress at a minimum. I’ll have you return again in a week.”
I chewed my lip. “Okay.”
Paul tensed, but kept quiet, and I knew this wasn’t the end of the conversation.
We left the clinic and climbed into the car. The ride back to the duplex was silent. Once we were inside, Paul took my hand and led me to the couch. “I know you want to talk to your mom, but we need to talk first.”
“Okay.” I folded my hands in my lap. “I’m healthy; the doctor told the both of us. Yes, we have crunch hours at work that are long, but I’m part-time.”
“Yes, you are, and I don’t want that to change.” He tucked my hair behind my ears. “But we also have to put the baby first. Any sign of any stress, you leave and rest. If you move to high risk, you take a leave of absence. I’m sure Tomas would agree with it. What do you think?”
“I agree with you.”
He tilted my chin up. “Really?”
“Yes. We’re putting in a studio here, but I will take it easier if necessary. When I said I wanted our child, and for us to have a family, I meant it.”
Paul closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine. “You’ve made me such a happy man. You will have your career, I promise you. Anything you want is yours.”
“Anything we want together, Paul.”
His eyes opened, and he gazed tenderly at me. My heart skipped a beat. “Thank you.” He took a deep breath and smiled. “Now, let me talk to our child.” He pulled my legs up and lifted my dress above my stomach. “Hello, new Crane.”
I laughed, and we linked hands over my stomach. Everything was perfect. Well…almost. There was something I wanted to do.
“Can we move the wedding up?”
“Up? We haven’t even set a date yet,” he reminded me.
“I know, but I don’t want to hold new Crane on our wedding day. Well, I can, but then if I’m breastfeeding, we would have to bring the baby to the honeymoon—”
“We’ll make it sooner than later.” His brows furrowed, and I laughed at him.
“Oh, so you want the honeymoon all to yourself, Mr. Crane?”
“New Crane will be there, just not born.”
Paul took his phone out and gave orders, but he kept his hand on my stomach, warm and loving. And that was a memory I planned to share with our baby.
You were loved and wanted from the very start.
