I was wrong.
“I’m very sorry, Daisy.”
I shake my head. “I don’t understand. Did I lose the baby?”
Dr Redmond’s face morphs from professional to pitying. “You had an ectopic pregnancy. And what that means is, the pregnancy was never viable. Your baby was growing in your right fallopian tube instead of your womb, which caused the fallopian tube to rupture. An ectopic pregnancy is a life-threatening condition, Daisy. And had you arrived a few minutes later, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You’re very lucky.”
Nothing about the way she delivered the speech was emotionless or unprofessional. She spoke every word with care and empathy, but her words destroy something inside of me.
Lucky?
I’m not fucking lucky.
She just told me they removed my fallopian tube and ovary. That my baby was never going to make it and now she’s telling me I’mlucky?
Anger, rage and heartache bubble up inside of me and if I could, I would get out of this bed and tear this goddamn room apart.
But I can’t.
Because my stomach has been cut open, a part of me has been stolen, torn from within me, before being stitched back up again.
I stare up at the ceiling. “You can go now.” My voice is cold, dead.
I wait for the shuffle of retreating feet, for the door to close behind her, and themoment is does, I scream.
CHAPTER 36
KILLIAN
“What?” I ask as I stumble back a step.
Tears roll down Daisy’s cheeks unchecked. “I can’t have kids, Killian.”
I take another step back and my legs connect with the bed, causing me to fall backwards onto my ass. I lick my lips. “You were pregnant?”
We were going to have a baby.
She nods, her chin shaking with the force of her emotions. “I planned to tell you after the ceremony. It was my wedding gift to you. But I started bleeding before I got the chance. The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed and being told the baby was gone.”
I look up at her through blurry eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me after? Why did you go through that alone?”
Daisy shrugs.
She fucking shrugs.
“Fuck,” I blow out a breath, dropping my head.
The weight of her betrayal settles on my chest, curling around my neck like a noose until I struggle to take a full breath. I swallow against the tightness. “You should leave.”
“Killian,” she pleads. Her tone is desperate, full of sadness, but I can’t focus. I can’t focus on her feelings because the ones building inside of me are swallowing me whole.
I know that she needs me. That now is the time for me to be there for her. To hold her and tell her everything is okay. But I can’t do that right now.
She was pregnant with my baby.
Our baby.
And she chose not to tell me.
