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oxygen and
we have to get it out as quickly as possible.  Don’t worry.  I’ve done this
plenty of times before and everything will be fine.  We just have to get to it
quick.”
    “But…”
    “I’m
sorry, but we don’t have a choice.  It will be a cesarean section.  The
anesthesiologist will be here in a moment to administer an epidural.”
    The
doctor and nurse left her to digest that quick bit of information by herself
and moments later, the anesthesiologist walked in.  “So you’re not happy about
having a cesarean section, are you?” he said as if talking about her reluctance
to taking a stroll in the park in the rain.
    “Not
at all, but I apparently have no choice,” Taryn said with a grim face.
    “It’s
better for the baby this way.  We have to move fast.” After numbing her back he
gave her the injection.  “We’ll give it a moment to take effect, and then
you’ll be ready to go.”
    Alone
once more, Taryn stared straight ahead of her, frustrated and fearful.  The
turn of events only added to the stress that’d been building up over the past
twelve hours.
    The
doctor finally returned, but she wasn’t alone.  A tall, broad shouldered man
was right behind her.  Though dressed in scrubs, with a cap on his head, Taryn
immediately recognized him. His beautiful deep blue eyes, strong jawline, and
sexy full lips.
    “Look
what I found out in the waiting room,” Dr. Dupré said with a quick grin.  “A
little support as we help you bring this new little life into the world.”
    “Errol,”
Taryn said with tears in her eyes.  “You came.”
    The
doctor spoke briefly to the nurse then they both left.
    Alone
together Errol and Taryn stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment.  Overwhelmed
with emotion, Errol grabbed her hand and greedily kissed her fingers as tears
filled his eyes. 
    “My
darling,” he whispered into her hand.  “I’ve been going crazy looking for you.”
    Her
brow soaked in sweat, Taryn looked up at him, not sure she should believe what
she saw.  “I didn’t even know you were back in Paris.”
    “I
wanted to surprise you.”  Errol gazed into his wife’s eyes with all the love a
man can have for a woman.  “I missed you so much, and was so afraid of losing
you. And then now we’re going to have our baby. I never thought I could get so
frazzled, but this is the most exciting and unnerving thing I’ve ever
experienced.  It’s amazing.”
    “You?”
Taryn said with a light laugh.  “Frazzled?  Unnerved?  The unflappable, ever so
cool Errol King?  I don’t believe it.”
    “Believe
it.  If ever you wanted to see a man lose his head…”  He pointed to himself.
    “I
saw you on television, and I’ll admit I’ve never seen you so on edge.”
    “Can
you blame me?  My pregnant wife is missing and…”  He choked up.
    “I’m
sorry I caused you all this worry.”
    “Don’t
be ridiculous.  I’m the one who should apologize for leaving you alone at a
time like this.  I should have returned to Paris weeks ago.  I’m so sorry,
darling.  I’m so sorry.”
    Taryn
reached up to touch his bruised brow.  “What happened to you?”
    He
chuckled.  “I plowed into an outgoing crowd at the stadium.”
    “Errol,
you didn’t.  That’s insane.”
    Nodding,
he laughed as he realized just how ridiculous it was.  “I know, but I did it
anyway.  That’s how crazy I was to find you.”
    The
doctor returned.  “It’s time to get to action.”
    Taryn
nodded with disappointed resignation, but her anxiety level also rose.  How
serious were the risks for the baby?  And would they get to it in time?
    The
nurse arrived and spoke softly and reassuringly to Taryn as she washed Taryn’s
belly and shaved her pubic area while the rest of the operating team made
preparations.
    “It’s
time,” Dr. Dupré repeated.  “And we need to hurry.”  She looked at Errol. 
“Cesareans can be a little messy.  Are you up to it?”
    “I’m
not leaving