The Nurse's Christmas Gift. Tina Beckett

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      He connected the tubing to the ventilator as one of the other nurses set the machine up and switched it on.

      Almost immediately, Baby Hope’s chest rose and fell in rhythmic strokes as the ventilator did the breathing for her. As if by magic, the pulse ox alarm switched off and the heart-rate monitor above the incubator began sounding a steadier blip-blip-blip as the heart reacted to the life-giving oxygen.

      The organ was weak, but at least it was beating.

      But for how much longer?

      Thank God they hadn’t needed to use the paddles to shock it back into rhythm. Baby Hope was already receiving prostaglandin to prevent the ductus in her heart from closing and cutting off blood flow. And they had her on a nitrogen/oxygen mix in an attempt to help the oxygen move to the far reaches of her body. But even so, her hands and extremities were tinged blue, a sure sign of cyanosis. It would only get worse the longer she went without a transplant.

      ‘She’s back in rhythm.’

      At least a semblance of rhythm, and she wasn’t out of the woods, not by a long shot. Her damaged heart—caused by her mum’s drug addiction—was failing quickly. Without a transplant, she would die. Whether that last crisis arrived in a week or two or three, the outcome would be the same.

      Annabelle sent up a silent prayer that a donor heart would become available.

      Even as she prayed it, though, she hated the fact that another family would have to lose their child so that Baby Hope might live.

      They watched a few more minutes as things settled down. ‘We’ll leave her on the ventilator until we figure out exactly what happened. We can try adjusting the nitrogen rate or play with some of her other meds to see if we can buy her a little more time.’

      Sienna nodded. ‘I was thinking the exact thing.’ She glanced at Annabelle. ‘Are you okay?’

      It was the second time she’d asked her that question. And the second time she had trouble coming up with a response.

      ‘I will be.’

      ‘I know this one’s special to you.’

      Of course. Sienna was talking about the baby. Not about Max and his sudden appearance back in her life.

      ‘I just want her to have a chance.’

      ‘As stubborn as you are, she has it.’ Sienna gave her a smile.

      ‘Annabelle is nothing, if not tenacious.’ Max’s voice came through, only there wasn’t a hint of amusement in the words. And she knew why. Because he wasn’t referring to Hope. He was referring to how she’d clung to what she’d thought was their dream only to find out it wasn’t.

      ‘You said you know each other?’

      When Annabelle came to work this morning, never in her wildest imaginings had she pictured this scene. Because she already knew how it was going to play out. She braced herself for impact.

      ‘We do.’

      There was a pause as the other doctor waited to be enlightened.

      Annabelle tried to head it off, even though she knew it was hopeless. ‘We’ve known each other for years.’

      ‘Yes,’ Max murmured. ‘You could say that. Your Annabelle Brookes is actually Annabelle Ainsley. My wife.’

      * * *

      ‘Your...’ Sienna suddenly looked as if she’d rather be anywhere else but here. ‘It didn’t even dawn on me. Your names...’

      ‘Are not the same. I know.’ Max’s mouth turned down at the corners, a hard line that she recognised forming along the sides of his jaw. ‘I see you’ve gone back to your maiden name.’ He pinned her with a glance.

      ‘We’re separated. Getting a divorce.’ She explained as quickly as she could without adding that going back to her maiden name had been a way to survive the devastation that his leaving had caused.

      Even though you’re the one who asked him to go.

      They hadn’t spoken since the day he’d found her temperature journal and realised that, although she’d stopped doing the in-vitro procedures as he’d demanded, she hadn’t completely given up hope. Until that very minute.

      When she’d seen the look on his face as he’d thumbed through the pages, she’d known it was over. She’d grabbed the book from his hands and told him to leave.

      And just like that, he’d walked out of their front door and out of her life.

      Just like Baby Hope’s mother.

      And like that lost soul, Max had never come back.

      Until now.

      She frowned. ‘Did you know I was at Teddy’s when you accepted that contract to take Sienna’s position?’

      Even as she asked it, she knew it made no sense for him to have come here. Not without a good reason.

      Like those papers on her shelf?

      ‘No.’

      That one curt word told her everything she needed to know. If he’d known she was working at the Royal Cheltenham, this was the last place he’d have chosen to come.

      Sienna touched a gloved hand to the baby’s head. ‘If you two can finish getting her stabilised, I need to get off my feet for a few minutes.’ She eyed Max. ‘Why don’t you give me a call when you’re done here and I’ll finish showing you around the hospital?’

      ‘Sounds good. Thanks.’

      Annabelle was halfway surprised that he hadn’t just said he was ready now. He had to be as eager to get away from her as she was to get away from him. But they had their patient to consider.

      Their?

      Oh, God. If he was Sienna’s replacement, that meant they would share this particular case. And others like it.

      As soon as Sienna had left the room along with the other nurses, Max took a few moments to finish going over the baby’s chart, making notes in it while Annabelle squirmed. She couldn’t believe he was here. After all this time.

      And for the tiniest second, when those intelligent eyes of his had swept over her, she’d entertained the thought that maybe he really had come here looking for her. But it was obvious from his behaviour that he hadn’t.

      He hadn’t seemed all that pleased that she’d dumped his name. How could he expect otherwise, though? She’d wanted no reminders of their time together, not that a simple name change could ever erase all the pain and sadness over the way their marriage had ended.

      ‘Why don’t you fill me in on the details of her care? Miss McDonald seemed to indicate you know the baby better than anyone else on staff.’ The cool way he asked the question made heat rush to her face.

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