“Triplets. Three babies. That’s why you measure so far in advance and your HCG numbers are elevated.”
Daniil made a noise in the back of his throat, and it was odd enough that it interrupted my shock. I glanced at his normally tan, now pale face…
…just in time to see him take a header into the floor.
“Daniil!” I screamed, scared to death seeing him faint. “Daniil!”
I started struggling to sit up, even as the doctor raced around the table, dropping down next to him. The door to my room banged open and six fucking bodyguards charged inside as I scrambled off the table. I hadn’t seen all of these guards before, and I didn’t even know they were here, but I was more than freaked, pushing them away so I could get to Daniil.
Ugly Duckling was yanking Dr. Wisser away, but I yelled for him to stop. Dr. Wisser was a fucking doctor. Not a gun-toting brute. He could help!
Amazingly, Ugly Duckling listened to me and let the doctor go. As I knelt down beside Daniil, Dr. Wisser started taking Daniil’s vitals again. I heard the doctor mutter under his breath, “It’s always the tough guys who hit the ground the fastest. I should have known better.”
They moved the still passed out Daniil to the table, the doctor pronouncing him fine and just needing a few minutes to recover, and I’d had about a zillion blood tests done, and even had pamphlets and a book given to me about multiple births. I was fully dressed by the time Daniil woke up. I was in tears at this point, thinking he was never going to wake up, and ready to take the knife and probably gun, too, from him and demand they take him to the emergency room when he finally groaned from the table.
Throwing my arms around his neck, I sobbed, “You’re not supposed to do that.”
His arms were immediately around me like he was comforting me, running his hands up and down my back, but he asked, “What the hell happened?”
“You fainted,” Dr. Wisser said helpfully, almost sounding cheerful, standing from where he was sitting patiently. “Can you sit up?”
“It’s too early for that, don’t you think?” I hissed, glaring up at the damn cheerful doctor, pressing down on Daniil when he tried to move. “He hit his head.” He had a fucking bruise on his forehead.
“Beth,” Daniil whispered, gripping my chin and making me look at him. “I’ve had much worse. I’m fine.”
Glaring at him now, I wiped away my tears. “You aren’t fine. You fainted. And hit your head.” I touched his bruise lightly to make him understand.
The damn man just raised his eyebrows. “Beth, my sweet, move and let me up, or I’ll move you myself.”
“No,” I griped, glancing at his forehead.Was there swelling there?“Have the doctor check you from where you are.”
Daniil sighed, and his arms instantly snaked under my arms, and I squeaked as his did a push-up…but holding me off the ground and setting me aside when he was sitting up.
I pointed at his nose. “That cannot be healthy after fainting.”
“Pretty damn impressive, really,” Dr. Wisser mumbled, grinning.
He took a light out and started shining it in Daniil eye’s even as I stewed, and Daniil stated, “Thank you. I work out quite a bit.”
Doc shut off the penlight, putting it back in his pocket and started taking Daniil’s pulse. “I can tell. It took three of us to lift you on the table.” His lips twitched when Daniil scowled, but he nodded and put a hand on Daniil’s shoulder, almost looking like he was bracing him. “Do you remember what we were discussing before you fainted?”
Daniil’s eyebrows snapped together, and he glanced at the hand on his shoulder. “Why are you touching me like that?”
“Please answer the question.”
Daniil turned his attention from his hand to the doc’s face. I nibbled on my lip, evaluating his features. And I saw it. When his scowl disappeared, and his head snapped to me, and then to my stomach. His cheeks paled again and his eyelids drooped.
“Stay awake,” the doctor barked, adding another hand to Daniil’s other shoulder. “Open your eyes! Look at me!”
Daniil’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped when the doctor shook him lightly, instinct apparently had him moving his arms and snapping the doctors hold off him, but he started falling even as the doctor stumbled back a step. I grabbed his suit jacket and shook him hard. “Don’t you faint again. Otherwise, I’m taking you to the damn hospital no matter what anyone says!”
Daniil’s eyes snapped open again at the sound of my voice, and even though his face stayed pale, he caught himself, sitting up straight. “I’m all right, Beth.” His gaze went to my stomach, and he immediately placed his hand there. “Are you all right?” He swayed a little, his gaze trapped on my stomach. “Should you be standing with…with…three babies in there?”
I snorted, trying to keep him steady. I hadn’t even had time to freak out properly with having to look after him. But, this much I knew—I had to put my foot down immediately before that thought took hold in his mind. “I’ll be standing until the doctor tells me no more.” I knew bedrest was probably a real possibility, but not before the doctor deemed it necessary was I going to become an invalid.
Daniil’s wide eyes went to the doctor. “Should she be standing? Doing anything?” He gulped. “Sex?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course, he would add that to the end.
