Название: Midwife's Christmas Proposal
Автор: Fiona McArthur
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472045829
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‘And the father of the child?’
Maeve looked away. ‘Conspicuous by his absence. And I don’t want to look back on this birth and regret it. I’m already regretting enough about this pregnancy. I need to have some control and I wasn’t going to get it at Simon’s hospital.’
Tara was a hundred per cent agreeable to that. ‘Go, you, for standing up for yourself and your baby.’ Tara wondered if she could offer without putting too much pressure on her.
‘There’s three doctors here who do antenatal care, and four midwives. If you think you’d be happy on a midwifery programme, you just need to pick someone. I’ve two women due in the next fortnight but apart from home visits I’m free to take on new women. You could meet the other midwives tomorrow but keep it in mind. You’re probably due for tests around now anyway.’
Maeve looked across and smiled with a shyness Tara guessed was way out of character. ‘Actually, that would be great.’
‘You sure?’
Maeve looked relieved. ‘Very. And we can talk about the labour then too.’
‘Fine. We’ll wander down to the clinic after morning tea, check you and baby out, and get all the papers sorted with the stuff you brought. If you change your mind after I’ve nosed my way through your medical and social history I can hand you on to someone else.’
‘Lord. Social history. And isn’t all that a disaster? Sometimes I feel like I’ll never get sorted. I never used to be like this.’
‘Sympathy.’ Tara smiled in complete agreement. ‘I was pretty lost before I came here. The good news is that you’re female so you’ll still come out on top.’
Maeve blinked and then smiled. ‘Okay, then. Must remember that for my clever brother.’
‘He seems nice.’
‘Too nice.’ Both girls looked at each other, were obviously thinking of their previous boyfriends who had been anything but, and laughed. Ten seconds later they heard footsteps leaping up the back stairs and Simon appeared behind the back porch screen door. Of course both of them struggled to control their mirth.
‘What’s so funny?’ The door shut quietly behind him and he looked from one to the other, brows raised, fine sweat across his brow. Obviously he’d been running.
‘Nothing.’ In unison.
He shook his head at them. ‘Okay. Girl talk. You want to go for a swim, Maeve?’
Tara saw her face change. Become shuttered. ‘No, thanks. I’m catching up on my emails.’
‘Tara?’
She could just imagine Simon in swimmers. Wouldn’t she just. ‘No, thanks.’
‘You sure?’
Maeve chimed in. ‘Go. It’s your day off. We can do that other thing when you come back. There’s hours before then.’
Tara didn’t understand the wall Maeve had erected between herself and her brother. If she had a brother like Simon she’d be all over him, but there was probably stuff she didn’t know. ‘Fine. Thanks. I love to swim.’ She looked at him. Saw him glance at his watch. ‘I’m guessing you want to go now?’
Simon nodded and he seemed happy enough that she’d agreed to come. She’d hate to think all these people were forcing her on him but what the heck. She’d enjoy it while it lasted.
‘Five minutes enough time? Out the front?’ he said.
‘I’ll be there.’
Simon watched Tara towel her shoulders vigorously and then rub shapely calves and stand on one leg and dry her toes.
He suffered a brief adolescent urge to metamorphose into her towel. Apart from her delightful breasts her body was firm and supple and he suspected she would feel incredibly sleek and smooth in his arms.
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