"But?" Christos had been watching the doctor's face and knew there was something more.
"Her blood pressure is still high. We're going to keep her here and run some more tests."
"And the babies?" Andreas demanded. "What about them?"
"Heartbeats are still strong. We just want to make sure it stays that way. Our main concern is Leanne."
"I want to see her."
"Of course." The doctor stepped aside for him to move past her. "I'm afraid he's the only visitor I can allow at this time."
"We'll stay here until he comes back." Mary-Ann made the decision for all of them.
*****
"I'm fine." The words burst from her as soon as he stepped into the private room.
"Are you?" He asked silkily. They had changed her clothing for a hospital gown and there were monitors beeping.
"It has nothing to do with me going back to work, so you can forget that."
"I'm not here to create an argument." Pulling a chair forward, he straddled it, arms resting on the back. "Your blood pressure is high, and your fever is still there. They're keeping you here."
"For how long?"
"For as bloody long as it takes to get you out of danger." He told her heatedly. "You don't seem to realize what's at stake here."
Her eyes flashed. "The hell I don't. I'm the one carrying three babies inside me. Not you."
"And I begged you to stay home and not go back to work."
"So you can take care of me. Well, I'm used to taking care of myself and I didn't ask for any of it."
His eyes narrowed and he felt his temper rising. "What are you saying? That you regret being pregnant?"
"I'm saying that all of this..." She waved a hand to encompass the room. "Everything. It's too much. When I'm not being sick to my stomach, I'm dizzy. When it's not that, I'm suffering from high blood pressure. It's too much and I'm frustrated. And you're always hovering around."
"I cannot do anything. Now I have to stay in a bloody clinic for God knows how long."
The silence that followed was fraught with tension and stretched out long enough to have her nerves screaming.
"Do you want to get rid of our babies, Leanne?" The question was asked in a silky voice that did not fool her one bit.
"It's too late for that, isn't it?" The minute the words were out of her mouth, she wished she could take them back. The slash of pain that crossed his face was indescribable and had her feeling like crap.
"I didn't mean..."
"I need some air." Lurching to his feet, he slammed the chair back into place and left the room.
"How's she?" His mother cornered him as soon as he rounded the hallway.
"She's in rare form." He said bitterly. "She blames everything on me."
"The doctors said we can go in and see her for five minutes."
"I'll be in my car."
"Darling..."
