The Italian Doctor's Proposal

Shouldn’t they have an older child—Lucy did a rapid mental calculation—one who was nearly four? Or maybe she’d got it wrong. She’d got a hell of a lot wrong where Jack was concerned.

‘I’ve had three miscarriages,’ Nina explained.

Lucy refused to meet Jack’s eyes. ‘I’m sorry to hear that. Has your GP sent you for any tests?’

‘No. Should he have done?’

‘If any of my patients lost three babies, I’d recommend further tests to see why,’ Lucy said. ‘It could be that your body’s producing antibodies which make you miscarry, called antiphospholipid syndrome—if that’s the case, we can give you something to help with that. Or maybe you have a problem with your cervix, and again that’s something I can help with. But first of all, I’d like to examine you and do an ultrasound—a scan—to see what’s going on. Are you losing much blood?’

‘No—just spotting, really. I had cramps and I felt a bit of wetness and just panicked.’ Nina bit her lip. ‘I so want a baby. We’ve been trying for years. I’ve lost three babies already. If I lose this one, I…’ She broke into sobs. ‘I can’t bear to go through all this again!’

‘It’s OK,’ Lucy soothed. ‘I’d like to take you up to my department—we can do a scan there and see what’s going on, then maybe I’ll admit you overnight so we can keep an eye on you and give things a chance to settle down.’

‘Can my husband stay with me?’

Lucy took a deep breath. ‘Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it. I’ll get a porter to bring you up to the ward and I’ll meet you there—I’ll have the equipment all set up to check you over. How many weeks are you, by the way?’

‘Sixteen.’

Most women with antiphospholipid syndrome miscarried in the first trimester, so the most likely cause of Nina’s miscarriages was either polycystic ovaries or an incompetent cervix, Lucy thought. ‘Right, then, Mrs Hammond. I’ll see you upstairs in a few minutes.’

She made a quick call to River to make sure a room was ready on the ward, then took the stairs back to the unit. The exercise helped calm her.

Jack Hammond. Tall, blond, blue-eyed and tanned. The kind of man who turned heads everywhere he walked. The kind of man women watched and sighed over. The kind of man who’d broken her heart into tiny, tiny shards that had taken her years to repair. She’d thought she’d never, ever see him again. After the messiest possible break-up, she’d moved down to Cornwall, where there’d be no memories to taunt her. She’d never, ever imagined that their paths would cross again.

She was back under control by the time she walked back into River Ward. Nina was waiting for her in one of the side rooms, still trembling and tearful.

‘Can I get you a drink of water?’ Lucy asked her.

‘No, thanks. I think I’d be sick if I drank anything.’ Nina clutched Jack’s hand. ‘My baby…Please, I need to know if my baby’s all right.’

‘Lift up your top and bare your tummy for me, and we’ll see what’s going on,’ Lucy said gently. She set to work with the gel and the ultrasound scanner and soon had the picture she wanted on the screen.

She tilted the monitor so that Nina could see it. ‘Can you see his heart beating there?’ she said, pointing to the dark pulsating spot on the screen. ‘It’s nice and strong. He’s given you a nasty scare but I’m pleased to say your baby’s looking quite happy right now.’

‘It’s a boy?’ Jack said.

‘I can’t tell from this angle. I don’t like calling foetuses “it” so I call all the difficult ones “he”,’ Lucy said.

That one hit home, she thought with satisfaction as dark colour slid over Jack’s cheekbones.

‘Mrs Hammond, would it be all right if I examined you now?’

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