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"That's on its way to the grave." She perched on the edge of the desk and crossed her long legs.
"Now, start from the beginning," Juliet demanded.
She started from the time she opened her eyes while she was in tremendous pain and saw him standing in the middle of the room looking at her.
Several times during the story, her friend interrupted with various expressions of horror and sighs of wonder at how he had taken over and taken care of her.
"Are you still..." She gestured with the plastic cup to Indigo's lap. "Still indisposed?"
Indigo grinned at the quaint term.
"As of this morning, no. All clear."
"Wonderful!" Juliet lifted her glass in a toast. "Now, I know you said the mother bought you a ton load of things. Does that include sexy lingerie?"
"It does. Some of them too scandalous to even discuss."
"Excellent. You should leave the store early and go home to prep."
"For what?"
"If I have to spell it out, then you're in serious trouble."
Indigo shifted in the chair to get more comfortable. "I'm not certain we should. We have to go and see the doctor tomorrow first thing. Honey, he's going to be doing a thorough examination of all my body parts."
"So?"
"So, I'm worried that he's going to find something seriously wrong with me." She blew out a breath. "A lot of bad thingshappened in my life, so much that I'm not sure I should trust that this is real. Brant said not to worry about children right now, but I cannot help myself. I'm certainly not the obvious choice for a man like him, and if I cannot conceive, then that's going to make it worse." She put the glass down on the small table in front of her.
"I want children, Jules..." She stared at her friend, her expression eloquent.
"You know how much I want to be a mother. I don't know if it's to prove that I will do a better job than my mother did with me, or it's just the fact that I want to feel a baby moving inside me. I want to know what it's like to be a mother. Oh, honey! I'm sorry." Belatedly remembering that her friend was hoping the same, she stopped talking.
"I'm fine." She shook her head at the other girl's skeptical expression. "Really, I am. The way things are between that husband of mine and myself, it's a good thing a child is not involved. You're different. You're in love, and honestly, honey, I'm so rooting for you."
Chapter 11
Dr. Wynter said nothing as he did a full workup, which included blood work and scans of her abdomen. He told them as soon as they entered his very swanky clinic that he had received the medical history from her former doctor.
"Without biases, I want to see what I'm working with. Not to appear egotistical, but I prefer to work with a clean slate. Please bear with me."
That was almost two hours ago, and he was still doing his examinations. Indigo was incredibly grateful and touched that Brant was with her. She had thought about Juliet's advice about putting on sexy lingerie and seducing her husband, but he had come home late and had been distracted.
Now, she reached for his hand as they waited for the results.
"You've nothing to worry about." Lifting their clasped hands to his lips, he kissed the back of hers.
She nodded, her eyes troubled. "Brant, I want to express my appreciation of your support. I know you didn't have to come..." Her voice petered off at the ominous look on his handsome face.
"You're only pissing me off when you say things like that. Where the hell else am I supposed to be?"
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her hands tightening on his, her expression eloquent. They were seated inside the doctor's surprisingly utilitarian office, waiting for him to return. "I'm scared," she admitted shakily. "A lot is riding on those results. Do I have a terminal disease? Am I going to be able to conceive? Is there something terribly wrong with me, and if that's the case, will you still want to be married to me?" Her eyes darkened. "If I'm ill, terminally ill, I want you to get an annulment. Brant, please!" she cried out when he started to release her hand. "Please let me say this. You have to face reality-"
"Shut up!"
His fierce expression had her jolting. "Shut the hell up with that talk."
"I just want you to know that I would not be upset-"
