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where he was handed scrubs and instructed to thoroughly wash his hands.  His
heart pounded at the thought of finally seeing his wife again.

 
    Chapter 7
     
    Taryn
     
    Taryn
stared at the ceiling as she awaited the results of the latest tests.  While
the doctor hadn’t said much, she had a feeling something wasn’t right with the
baby.  Closing her eyes, she tried to put her worries aside and think positive
thoughts.
    And
her first thought was, as usual, of Errol.  She missed him terribly and wished
he was there at her side, but she knew how important his work was.  Leo was a
good friend of his and helping him out with his new restaurant meant the world
to him, but she couldn’t help but feel a little left behind.
    Never
one to feel down on herself, or to be overly dependent on anyone else, she now
found herself needing a hand to hold onto.  Even Sam wasn’t there to assist her
with the delivery. 
    On
arriving, she’d asked the nurse to call home to tell her mother to come to the
hospital, but wondered if the call had actually been made.
    Everyone
at the hospital was so busy dealing with the injured after the previous night’s
attack, and she felt certain making a phone call wasn’t among their
priorities.  It was understandable, but frustrating all the same.
    “Come
to the hospital, Mom,” she mentally called out.  “Come be with me.  I need
you.  My baby needs you.”
    Once
again, her thoughts returned to Errol as his face came to her mind’s eye and
she remembered the very first time she met him at the Culinary Institute. 
She’d heard rumors that her professor was a handsome man, but she hadn’t
expected just how handsome he truly was and she remembered with startling
clarity how flustered she’d been.  She was attracted to him at first sight, and
when she learned who he was, the famed chef, she admired him all the more.
    Smiling,
she thought back to the hot and heavy romance they’d shared.  Errol had found
the way to draw out the animal in her, the animal she didn’t even know was there,
and once it’d been released, it was insatiable.  How wild they were together. 
Just thinking about it brought an arousing chill to her swollen body, and made
her miss her husband even more.
    She
smiled as she rubbed her belly, thrilled with the result of that passion.
    Who
would have ever thought she’d find herself ready to deliver Errol King’s baby? 
She was thrilled, and anxious, and eager, and afraid, and sad all at the same
time.
    “Oh,
Errol,” she said as tears streamed down the side of her face.  “I just wish you
were here.”
    They
were soon going to cease being a simple couple and become a family.  She tried
to imagine what the baby would look like; who it would look like?  Would it be
a little girl with her father’s devilish grin, or a little boy with his
mother’s smile?  Either way she was eager to meet this new person, this bundle
of joy.
    Although
she’d refused the opportunity to find out if the baby was a girl or boy at her
last sonogram, she was now eager to find out.
    The
doctor and a nurse came into the room, both with stern expressions on their
faces.
    “We
don’t like the position of the baby,” Dr. Dupré said.  “It’s putting pressure
on the umbilical cord which is restricting the flow of blood and oxygen to the
baby.”
    “My
God,” Taryn said.  Horrified, she immediately felt panicked and more alone than
ever.
    “Stay
calm.  Your baby will be fine, so long as we move ahead and get it out as
quickly as possible.”
    “What
do you mean by get it out?”
     “The
situation isn’t ideal, Madame King,” the doctor said as she put her hand to
Taryn’s belly.  “I hate to tell you this, but we’re going to have to perform
a…”
    “No,”
Taryn said before the doctor could finish.  “I don’t want a cesarean.  I want
to have this child naturally.”
    “I’m
sorry, but that won’t be possible.  Your baby isn’t getting enough