Pregnant Midwife: Father Needed

She’d thought she was in love, he’d looked the part and even said the right words in the beginning, but now she just felt stupid for seeing something that hadn’t been there.

The first inkling had come when she’d caught a virus that had left her weak and unable to care for herself, let alone do all the things she’d grown used to doing for Mark.

He’d been horrified that she’d hoped he’d help her. Then to find out she was pregnant when her contraception had failed and Mark’s absolute horror and total denial that he would ever want a family or responsibilities. Something he’d neglected to mention when he’d asked her to marry him.

Then his other girlfriend had showed up. Another research scientist and as glamorous as Mark.

Mia wasn’t sure who she felt more sorry for. Herself for love and illusions wasted or the poor woman who was engaged to him now.

She and her baby would be fine. She would build a wonderful life for both of them and Lyrebird Lake would help them.

‘You okay?’

Mia refocussed on her friend. ‘Sorry.’ She dredged up a smile for Misty. ‘I’m so glad you and Montana insisted I move up here. I’ve missed you guys.’

‘We’re glad you’re here too. Apart from the fact that we desperately need midwives as our clientele grows. Come and say hello to my stepdaughter. Tammy’s almost packed.’

Half an hour later Mia watched the new family drive away and she turned back to tidy up before Josephine arrived. After that she’d lock up. A couple of hours in a busy emergency ward would be just the thing to stomp on the self-pitying thoughts she couldn’t shake off.

Her thoughts drifted over to Ned and Angus and she wondered how things were going over at the house. It was surprising how much she would have liked to be a fly on the wall over there.

‘We missed you last night.’ Angus was already in the kitchen the next morning when Mia opened the door, and he looked very large and very much at home.

She guessed technically he was home! From something Simon had said she had the feeling that his father hadn’t had much of a home life since he’d left.

Angus stood up and waited for her to be seated and she frowned. She’d thought chivalry had gone out with the ark. It’d certainly had for Mark.

‘Good morning, Angus. Don’t wait for me. Please sit down.’ She poured herself a tiny coffee from a shiny chrome percolator she’d never seen before, which was plugged beside the stove. A taste wouldn’t hurt, she thought, adding plenty of milk for good measure.

‘I’ll wait,’ he said, and she frowned at him.

The strong smell of rich coffee beans made her draw a deep, indulgent sigh and when she opened her eyes Angus was watching her. She sat quickly.

‘Smells good?’

‘My only weakness,’ she said firmly and ignored the tremble in her knees. Then she had a thought. ‘Coffee and chocolate. I have two.’

‘Chocolate?’

‘Mmm.’ She wanted to talk about him. ‘So what are your plans now you’ve been reunited with Ned and found a son?’

He put his cup down and sat back in the chair. The silence lengthened and he didn’t smile, but somehow she knew he was amused. ‘So you just want to go straight for the information, do you? No fooling around?’ Angus said.

Their eyes met and she could feel those flickering darts of heat in her stomach that she hadn’t realised could be ignited by just a glance. She shouldn’t even be talking to this guy. He was far too dangerous to her peace of mind.

She feigned an uninterested shrug and pulled the toast he’d indicated towards her. ‘If you don’t want to tell me then don’t.’ It was so frustrating that she couldn’t read his thoughts, but she didn’t have any idea what was going on in his mind.

‘Prickly little thing, aren’t you?’ was all he said.

So he wasn’t going to answer. It was disappointing, but she’d live.

Then he went on as if musing. ‘Should I tell you something and you can decide whether you think it’s a good choice on my part?’

She frowned. ‘I was just making polite conversation.’ Well, she wasn’t really, because she wanted to know, but blow him. He could keep his plans secret for all she cared.

‘Ah. Polite.’ The inflection rose as if he didn’t believe a word of it.

She glared at him again. The guy was infuriating. Then she noticed the tiny quirk at the edge of those sinfully seductive lips of his and realised.

And he confirmed it. ‘So I should stop teasing you?’

She relaxed as he dragged a smile out of her. ‘You had me going. I’m not used to subtlety. My fiancé has none.’ She didn’t know why she did it, maybe some dormant protective instinct, but she put the present tense in there as a safeguard from the feelings this man stirred in her.

‘You’re engaged?’

She didn’t meet his eyes. ‘To a doctor in Sydney.’

Angus looked interested. ‘So when are you getting married?’

That’s what came of telling lies. ‘We’re having a break.’ Then she looked at him and added, ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ Well, that was the truth.

‘Fine. Neither do I.’ He did that almost-smile thing with his lips and she held her breath in case he actually did give her a full-blown grin, but it didn’t happen. The guy would be an awesome poker player.

She took a sip of the glorious coffee and closed her eyes. ‘Did you make this?’ Good coffee was the only thing she missed about Sydney. Even a taste was heaven.

‘Yep. My specialty.’ He paused. ‘So what are you doing today?’ he asked just as she took another sip, and her glottis closed too late as coffee slipped into her windpipe and suddenly she had to cough and splutter inelegantly as she wheezed to get her breath.

Almost immediately Angus was behind her chair and with both his hands he straightened her shoulders and then tapped her once between the shoulder blades. Not in that thumping, cure-worse-than-thedisease way men usually had, but one firm tap with the flat of his hand that cleared her airway instantly.

She whistled in the next breath and her sight cleared as she wiped her eyes. ‘Thank you.’

He sat down. ‘My pleasure. Next time I’ll wait until after you sip before I start a conversation.’

She pushed the coffee away. She was embarrassed enough. ‘I’ve had enough.’

He nodded. ‘Then it’s safe to ask again? If you have any plans for today?’

Mia didn’t know where to look so she settled for a glance at the coffee pot and back. ‘I’m on call from three this afternoon and doing the night shift if I’m needed in Maternity.’

‘Then you could come for an early lunch?’

That’s what she’d thought he was getting to. Whoa, there, boy. Didn’t I just say I was unavailable?

Almost as if he heard her thoughts he went on. ‘I should explain. You being engaged actually helps as I don’t want to give you the wrong impression.’

Wrong impression? Didn’t want her to get her hopes up, perhaps? What a poser. The man had tickets on himself.

‘I’m taking my father and his future wife out for lunch today and I think Louisa would be more comfortable if there was another woman there instead of just three men.’

For the first time he looked anxious. ‘I really do want this to go smoothly and I think you would be able to help that.’

Maybe not a poser? She’d have to stop jumping to conclusions about people, but Mark had left her wary. Now she understood and she wasn’t disappointed that he hadn’t actually wanted to ask her out. At all. Honest. ‘Steer the conversation when it falters, you mean?’

He nodded. ‘Something like that.’

She thought of his son. ‘I don’t think you’d have to worry with Simon at the table.’ Their eyes met in acknowledgement of the truth of that and Mia smiled.

Angus said, ‘My son is adept at conversation. I grant you that. Must be his mother’s side.’ A shadow passed across his face at the mention of Simon’s mother and Mia couldn’t help but wonder what the story was there. No way was she asking.

The less he thought about that the better, Angus admonished himself silently, and looked up at the curly-headed nymph across the table. Unfortunately it felt like he could sit and look at her all day. She made him feel alive—not something he’d dwelt on for a long time—and she made him smile inside. Years since he’d done that.

‘Nevertheless, you will come?’ He didn’t know why it was so important to have Mia with them, especially now he knew she was engaged, though what sort of ‘engagement’ had a break? The marriage didn’t sound too imminent. But he did want her with them today. He barely knew her, but he had this crazy idea in his brain that he wouldn’t mess up with his father and Louisa if Mia was there.

He could run hospitals, organise airlifts and troubleshoot the health of disaster-affected cities, but last night, even with Simon there yabbering away like a rabbit, he’d had trouble talking to the man who had banished him twenty years ago. And his father had been just as bad.

He watched her sniff the cup and it was funny just how much he enjoyed her obvious appreciation. Maybe he could bribe her with more coffee.

‘I’ll come if you think it will help,’ she said when she put the cup down. ‘Where were you planning on taking them?’

He’d sorted that one. ‘I thought the white guesthouse on the lake. They have lunches on the veranda.’

She nodded and he guessed that was approval. ‘We could walk there.’

He watched her consider that. Her thoughts flicked across her face like a digital photo frame, one after the other. How could anyone be that transparent? It was strangely endearing in a way. Then she said, ‘Nice. I’ll be there. What time do you want me to be ready?’

It was that easy. She’d be there. It had been Simon’s suggestion and his know-it-all son had been right again. She had said yes.

He would have asked her even if Simon hadn’t suggested it. He was pretty sure. ‘Twelve. I’ll book for twelve-fifteen.’

‘No problem. I’ve a breathing and relaxation class this morning for a client, but will be home by eleven. I’ll see you then.’

‘Thank you, Mia. I appreciate this.’

She was wearing a little green sundress and when she shrugged those beautiful shoulders of hers his fingers spread on his lap as he imagined the feel of her. He’d bet her skin would be like silk. He needed to get a grip—but not on her.

Lucky his face wasn’t readable like hers.

‘No problem,’ she said. ‘You’re offering free lunch at a place I’ve wanted to go to and with people I like. No hardship.’

Four hours later the restaurant owner settled them on the shady veranda and they could look through the overhanging branches to the lake.

Louisa had given Mia a squeeze on the arm as they’d sat down and in return she sent Louisa a reassuring nod because even if Angus didn’t smile much she had an idea he was a fair and reasonable man.

Mia would make sure there was nothing for the older lady to be nervous of, though, to give Angus his due, he’d invited her for just that reason.

Ned seemed overly hearty too and Mia began to understand that Angus wasn’t the only one who felt some strain with the family party.

Simon looked as relaxed as a tomcat in the sun and proceeded to nod at all the pretty girls at the other tables.

Mia couldn’t help smiling at him. Then she looked up she saw that Angus was watching her and her smile faded.

No wonder it felt more like a wake than a party, with Mr Dour over there. He could make a little more effort.

‘So, five days to the wedding?’ Mia said brightly into the silence, and half of the table jumped at the sound of her voice.

Angus’s half didn’t. He just stared thoughtfully at Mia.

Ned dived in. ‘I keep telling Louisa to let the caterers do the work. We’re having the reception outside in a marquee, no connection to the house or the kitchen, and I can’t have my bride exhausted for her wedding.’

Louisa looked fondly across at her fiancé. ‘Well you had to catch wedding fever from Misty and Ben and want it all done in a month. Not that I mind.’ Louisa reached across and squeezed Ned’s hand.

Mia blurted out the question as it rose. ‘So had you thought about staying till Saturday, then, Angus?’ She hoped no one thought she had any interest in the answer, but it was too late to call it back once it was out.

There was silence at the table and Angus narrowed his eyes at Mia and then turned to his father.

‘I hadn’t intended to.’

Simon leant forward as if to say something and Angus raised his finger and silenced him without looking in his direction. Interesting dynamics with so short an acquaintance, Mia thought, but Angus did look used to command. Simon sat back in his seat.

Angus went on. ‘I’ve a meeting in Brisbane on Thursday, but could fly back that night and stay the extra two days, I guess. If Louisa and you would like us to, of course.’ He looked at Louisa for the first time and his face softened. ‘If you’ll have us.’

Angus glanced at his son, who nodded before returning his attention to his father’s fiancée. Mia thought for a moment he would smile, but he didn’t.

‘Of course.’ Louisa smiled for everyone and she seemed to relax a little. ‘We’d love you to stay. I’m so pleased you can manage it.’

‘That’s settled, then,’ Mia said as another silence settled over the table. Mentally she groaned as nobody picked up the conversational ball. This was hard work. Didn’t these people know how to have a good time? She looked at Simon and mischief lurked in his eyes. Salvation.

‘Tell us a joke, Simon,’ Mia said, and sat back to listen.

Simon couldn’t wait. ‘Once there was…’ And the lunch improved marginally from then on.

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