I know I should probably go and get Ronan and have him listen to it too, but then I realize I’m probably being silly.
It could be any number of people trying to call me. But I won’t know until I listen, so I hit play and hold the phone up to my ear.
“This is a message for Ciara McCarthy. This is Dr. Lane from New York Presbyterian. If you could give me a call back on this number…”
My relief at realizing it’s only Dr. Lane is short-lived as I wonder why on earth she’s calling me. I thought I was given the all-clear…
I dial the number and perch on the edge of the bed as it starts to ring.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Dr. Lane? This is Ciara McCarthy.”
“Hi, Miss McCarthy, I appreciate you calling me back.”
“Is everything okay?”
“I just wanted to follow up on your blood work. It seems something was missed.”
“Oh?”
“It’s nothing urgent, but it seems the resident taking care of you failed to disclose your elevated hCG levels.”
“I don’t understand…”
“You’re pregnant, Miss McCarthy.”
A hysterical laugh escapes my lips before I have a chance to stop it. “You can’t be serious.”
“Your blood work confirms it.”
“B-but I thought… My periods are too irregular. I didn’t think it was possible.”
“Based on your hormone levels, I suspect you’re around six weeks along, so I’d like to get you in for an appointment just to confirm everything and talk you through your options.”
Pregnant.
I stare at the wall, barely registering anything that Dr. Lane is saying.
I’mpregnant.I’m carrying Ronan Sullivan’s child, the heir to the Sullivan empire.
“Miss McCarthy? Does Friday morning at eleven work for you?”
“Y-yes, that’s fine.”
The moment the call ends, I sit staring at my phone as I try to comprehend what I’ve just learned, which is a hell of a lot easier said than done.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even notice Mila knocking on the door or opening it for that matter.
“Ciara? Are you okay?”
I make a noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
“What is going on?” She steps into the room and closes the door behind her.
“I just got a call from Dr. Lane.”
“Who?”
