The Surgeon's Doorstep Baby. Marion Lennox

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СКАЧАТЬ be Maggie, he thought, changing her mind, worrying about a baby who should rightly be in her charge.

      It wasn’t. It was Miriam, doing what she’d promised. ‘I’ll ring you when I’ve finished for the day,’ she’d told him. ‘You don’t mind if it’s late? You know I’d like to be with you but the board meets next week to appoint the head of ophthalmology and I need to be present to be in the running.’

      Of course he’d agreed. They were two ambitious professionals, and a little thing like an appendectomy shouldn’t be allowed to get in the way of what was needed for their careers.

      A little thing like a baby?

      Miriam didn’t notice that he was preoccupied. She asked about the floods. He told her briefly that the bridge was blocked, that he was fine, that she needn’t worry. Not that she’d have worried anyway. She knew he could take care of himself.

      There was little she didn’t know about him. They’d been colleagues for years now, in a casual relationship, maybe drifting toward marriage.

      And now …

      Now he was about to shock her.

      ‘I have a baby,’ he told her, and was met with stunned silence. He heard her think it through, regroup, decide he was joking.

      ‘That was fast. You only left town on Friday. You’ve met a girl, got her pregnant, had a baby …’ She chuckled—and then the chuckle died as she heard his continued silence. ‘You’re not serious?’

      He outlined the night’s events, the letter, Maggie, their decision not to call for medical evacuation and Maggie’s insistence that he do the caring. He heard her incredulity—and her anger towards a nurse she’d never met.

      ‘She’s dumped it on you?’

      ‘I guess.’ But it was hardly that.

      ‘Then dump it right back,’ she snapped. ‘Fast. She has to take care of it. She’s the local nurse. It’s her job. This is like someone turning up in your office with a fractured leg and you refusing to help.’

      ‘She did help. She bathed and fed her.’

      ‘Her?’

      ‘She’s a little girl. Ruby.’

      ‘Don’t even think about getting attached.’ Miriam’s voice was almost a hiss. ‘That’s what she’ll be counting on. You being soft.’

      ‘I’m not soft.’

      ‘I know that, but does she? The nurse? And this sister you’ve never told me about … Who is she?’

      ‘I know nothing about her other than she’s called Wendy. I can’t be soft to someone I don’t know.’

      ‘So call in the authorities, now. If the bridge is properly cut …’

      ‘It is.’

      ‘How did they get over?’

      ‘They went round the road block and risked their lives.’

      ‘Okay,’ she conceded. ‘I don’t want you risking your life. You’ll probably have to wait till morning but then call for a medical evacuation.’

      ‘She’s not sick, Mim.’

      ‘She’s not your problem,’ Miriam snapped. ‘And don’t call me Mim. You know I hate it. Call the police, say you have a baby you know nothing about on your doorstep and let them deal with it.’

      ‘This is my father’s grandchild. My … niece.’

      There was a hiss of indrawn breath. ‘So what are you saying? You want to keep it?’

      ‘No!’ He was watching the baby while he talked. She’d managed to wriggle a fist free from the bundle Maggie had wrapped her in, and her tiny knuckles were in her mouth. They were giving her comfort, he thought, and wondered how much she’d needed those knuckles in her few short weeks of life.

      This was not his problem. Nothing to do with him.

      She was his niece. His father’s grandchild.

      He’d loathed his father. He’d left this place when he’d been six years old and had had two short access visits since. Both had been misery from first to last.

      His father had been a bully and a thug.

      Maggie had known him better, he thought. Had there been anything under that brutish exterior?

      He could ask.

      ‘Just take the baby back to the midwife and insist,’ Miriam was saying. ‘It’s her professional responsibility. You could … I don’t know … threaten to have her struck off if she doesn’t?’

      ‘For handing a baby back to her family?’

      ‘You’re not her family.’

      ‘I’m all she has.’

      ‘Her parents are all she has. The police can find them tomorrow. Meanwhile, lean on the nurse. You’re recovering, Blake. You do not need this hassle. Okay, misconduct mightn’t fly but there are other ways. You’re her landlord. Threaten to evict her.’

      ‘Mim—’

      ‘Just do whatever you need to do,’ she snapped. ‘Look, love, I rang to tell you about the paper I presented this afternoon. It went really well. Can I finally tell you about it?’

      ‘Of course,’ he said, and he thought that would settle him. He could stand here and listen to Miriam talk medicine and he could forget all about his little stranger who’d be gone tomorrow.

      And he could also forget about the woman who’d refused to take her.

      Maggie.

      Why was he thinking about Maggie?

      He was remembering her at the funeral. It had been pouring. She’d been dressed in a vast overcoat and gum-boots, sensible garments in the tiny, country graveyard. She’d stomped across to him, half-hidden by her enormous umbrella, and she’d put it over him, enclosing him for the first time, giving him his only sense of inclusion in this bleak little ceremony.

      ‘I took on your father’s dogs because I couldn’t bear them to be put down,’ she’d said. ‘But I’m sharing a too-small house with my too-big family. The dogs make the situation unworkable. I assume your dad’s farm will be empty for a while. It has a housekeeper’s residence at the back. If I pay a reasonable rent, how about you let me live there until you decide what to do with it?’

      ‘Yes,’ he’d said without any hesitation, and he’d watched something akin to joy flash across her face.

      ‘Really?’

      ‘Really.’

      ‘You won’t regret it,’ she’d said gruffly. ‘The dogs and I will love it.’ Then she’d СКАЧАТЬ