Pregnancy Proposals. Rebecca Winters

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      “Thank God the diagnosis is one of joy,” Lance exclaimed. “When you were lying there in the grass so ill, too many negative thoughts ran through my mind.”

      “I was frightened, too.” Her eyes glazed over with fresh tears. “Thank you again for helping me. I–I’m sorry the doctor assumed you were the father. When he comes back in I’ll explain.”

      A half smile broke the corner of Lance’s sensual mouth. “Hearing the news with you made me feel like I’m the father. It’s an experience I wouldn’t have missed. Do you know my heart leaped when he told us?”

      She bit her lip. “So did mine.”

      His expression sobered. “If I’d realized you were pregnant, I wouldn’t have asked you to follow me to my underwater treasure yesterday.”

      Andrea recalled the experience, particularly the moment when he’d clasped her body against his to take her to the surface. The baby had been pressed against his hard muscled physique.

      “It was a unique experience,” she admitted softly. “Someday when my child is old enough to swim on his own, I’ll have to bring him to France so he can dive in the lake and discover its secrets for himself.”

      “So you’re thinking a boy.” Lance flashed her another rare half smile that transformed his features and made her heart kick.

      “I guess I am.”

      “Wait another month and we’ll find out if you’re right about the gender,” the doctor inserted.

      Andrea hadn’t heard him come in the room.

      “I knocked, but you two didn’t hear me. Would you like to listen to the heartbeat?”

      He put on his stethoscope and found the spot on Andrea’s stomach, then let her listen. It sounded like horse’s hooves galloping across the prairie.

      “I don’t believe it.” All this time her child had been growing inside her and she hadn’t been aware of it.

      “Your baby’s approximately three and half inches long, and is developing nicely.”

      Lance reached for the stethoscope so he could listen. A slow smile broke the corner of his mouth, once again accentuating his striking features. When he relinquished the instrument, his gaze still clung to hers.

      “After not knowing what was wrong with her earlier, Doctor, your news has made me a very happy man.”

      “I’m glad to hear it.”

      Heat crept into Andrea’s face. She looked over at the doctor. “There’s something you need to know. You’ve misunderstood the situation. I’m a guest at the Château Du Lac. Monsieur Du Lac isn’t my husband.”

      He wrapped her arm to take her blood pressure. “What’s stopping you two from getting married?”

      “You don’t understand. The baby isn’t his.”

      The doctor did a double-take. “Then the birth father should be told.”

      “I can’t tell him.” Her voice trembled. “On the morning I must have conceived this baby, my husband left for work. By evening he’d died of a brain aneurysm. That was three months ago.”

      “Andrea …”

      The compassion in Lance’s tone caused her eyes to close.

      “I’m sorry for your loss,” the doctor said, “however he’s left you with a marvelous legacy.”

      Lance’s exact words.

      “I know, but I can hardly take it in.”

      “Miracles tend to affect a person that way. I’m pleased to announce you’re a healthy woman. If you’ll start the nausea medicine I’ve prescribed, you should be feeling much better before long. Take them three times a day before meals. Pick it up at the front desk.

      “I’ve also written an order for vitamins, which you need to start taking. I want to see you in a week to make certain all is going well. We’ll do another blood test in case you’re still a little low on iron.”

      “I’ll be returning to the United States in the next few days, so let me thank you now for all your help.”

      “In that case, be certain to get in touch with your doctor immediately.”

      “I will.”

      He paused at the door. “You can leave as soon as the nurse takes out your IV. Remember to stay hydrated, eat whatever appeals and get plenty of rest over the next couple of days.”

      “She’ll do it,” Lance proclaimed. Andrea tried to hide her smile. He couldn’t help who he was, but she didn’t mind.

      Once the doctor had left the room the nurse came in, preventing Andrea from talking to Lance until the other woman had removed the needle and had gone.

      Without being told anything, Lance opened the cupboard and pulled out the sack containing her clothes. He turned to her. “Do you need help getting dressed? I can ask her to come in again.”

      “No. I’m able to manage, but thank you anyway.”

      His gaze played over her with concern. “Then I’ll see you at the front desk.”

      After Lance closed the door, she removed the clinic gown and felt her stomach, which had filled out and was hard. Why hadn’t she realized a baby was growing inside her?

      When her jeans were too tight, she should have guessed at the reason, even if the specialist had told her getting pregnant would require a near miracle.

      Over the last few years Andrea had given up all hope of having a child from her own body. The news that she was pregnant was fantastic!

      At the moment she felt suspended between two worlds where nothing seemed real, yet the proof was there she was carrying Richard’s baby. To her consternation however it was Lance Malbois who’d first heard the news with her. If it weren’t for him, she could still be lying there in the forest too sick to move.

      How would she ever forget it was his eyes that had flickered at the incredible news, almost as if he’d been the one to father her baby and was pleased about it. Even the doctor had thought they were a couple.

      Andrea couldn’t understand Lance’s reaction. She meant nothing to him beyond being his father’s guest. Yet that was probably the reason why. He felt responsible for her. Under the circumstances she’d be wise to leave France as soon as she felt well enough for the flight home.

      Knowing she would be a mother in six short months changed the way she felt about returning to New Haven. Maybe she could work part-time for her old boss at the photography studio. If not, maybe the literature department at the university could use her services. The rest of the time she would start getting a nursery ready for her baby.

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