She refused to cry, even though she desperately wanted to.
"Why are you with me?"
"Easy. I'm head over heels in love and you happen to be carrying my babies. Besides,"
He eased his thumb over her cheek.
"You're growing on me."
She looked at him then and saw the smile curving his lips.
"You're a moron."
"That might be the case."
He touched his lips to hers.
"Come home with me baby. Let me take care of you."
Nodding, she moved into his arms.
Chapter 6
She willed the doctor to give her a positive result. The examination had been going on far longer than she anticipated and she could feel Christos' anxiety in the tension of the hand holding hers. She had partially succumbed to staying at his place by moving some of her things there. But refused to talk about anything permanent.
"We'll see how we tolerate each other in close confines. And what this pregnancy has to offer."
He had left it at that, but she knew he was not finished and neither were his family. It had been two weeks since the fateful dinner where she had hurled the very delicious dinner and she had been back twice. They were starting to grow on her.
Now she was due to go back to work after taking another week off. This time, come hell or high water, she was going on that ship. It was the celebrity 'Love Boat' cruise and she had planned the heck out of that theme. She wasn't going to miss it.
"I've been feeling much better." She decided that the silence was stretching far too long. "Right Christos? The nausea is not so bad and I've been eating right."
The woman continued to run the machine over her belly and peered at the grainy screen.
"Is something wrong?" Christos' abrupt tone had the doctor looking up.
"Just checking the fetal heartbeat."
"And?" Leanne's grip tightened on his hand.
"All clear." Dr. Henderson looked over at Dr. Friedmann who had just entered the room. "You're twelve weeks in and your blood pressure is a little high. We're also concerned about the slight swelling of your ankles."
"She's planning on going back to work." Christos said tautly. "What's your take on it? Because she for damn sure will not listen to me."
Leanne bristled at his tone and spoke up before the doctors could respond. "I already said I would hand over most of the responsibilities to my assistant. I worked damn hard on the Valentine's Day theme and refuse to hand it over to someone else."
"Oh yes," Dr. Henderson nodded, gray eyes twinkling. "There's been a lot of write up about it in the papers and on the internet. I wish I could go myself."
"We're solidly booked." Leanne told her with a pleased smile.
"Doctors?" The impatience in his voice had the medical team turning towards him.
"I don't see why she cannot resume her duties." Dr. Henderson held up a hand before Leanne could express her gratitude. "In a limited capacity. How long is this cruise? Ten days?"
"Yes."
"And you'll be going to Europe."
