sheâd handle a small problemâ¦how sheâd deal with a much larger one.
âHow bad is this for the McCallums?â Ian asked,neatly maneuvering his car through a yellow caution light before it could turn red.
Sighing, Madeline folded her hands in her lap, at last aware that sheâd been fidgeting. âThereâs a lot of schools of thought on it, Ian, and a lot of studies, statistics, that sort of thing.â
âHow so?â
âYou really want to know?â
âBelieve it or not, yes, I do. As a matter of fact, Iâve recently developed this whole new interest in intricacies of women and pregnancy.â
âReally,â Madeline said, sniffing. âOkay. Spotting in the first trimester isnât that unusual and often goes away on its own. Many believe that bed rest, and enough carefully administered drugs, will handle this sort of complication nine times out of ten. Then thereâs my natureâs-way mother, who says that a pregnant woman can stand on her head for nine months, but if the pregnancy isnât to be, it isnât to be. Those are the two ends of the spectrum, and probably always will be. The main thing, right now, is to reassure Maggie that nothing she did caused the spotting.â
âAnd that would be your job, right?â
âIt would,â Madeline said, sighing once more. âThe job doesnât stop when the couple gets pregnant. Weâre working as a real team effort in the unit. Once the pregnancy is confirmed, mine becomes the role of cheerleader, confidante, hand-holder, you name it. Oh, I hope sheâs all right.â
âYou trust Zachary Beaumont?â
âHeâs the best,â Madeline told him, realizing that Ian was trying to keep her talking, helping her to convince herself that there were high chances for a good outcome for Maggieâs quints. âCool in a crisis, reassuring and oneof the top obstetricians in the country. If anyone can get Maggie and her babies to a safe delivery, itâs Zach.â
âThe McCallums canât ask for more than that, can they? So you and the rest of the team do everything you can, and then you hope for the best. What else can you do?â
âNothing. And worrying wonât change that, will it?â Madeline turned her head, looked at him. âYouâre right. We do our best, then hope for the best. Okay, Iâm calmer now, thanks. Itâs just that, although every set of hopeful parents are special, Maggie and Adam really have gotten to me. And not just because Adamâs father donated the new unit. Theyâre special people, thatâs all. They deserve a break.â She put a hand on the buckle of her seat belt. âOh, good, weâre here.â
Ian pulled right up to the front doors. âIâll let you out here, go park the car. Do you mind if I come up to the unit, wait for you?â
Madeline felt a sudden stinging behind her eyes, threatening tears she hadnât expected. She put her hand on Ianâs arm. âIâd really like that, Ian. Iâd like that very much.â
He covered her hand with his, gave hers a squeeze. âMaddie? About earlier tonight. I know thatâs never happened before, and Iââ
She cut off his words with her mouth, a quick kiss that was all she had time for, when she wanted the rest of their lives. âIâll see you upstairs,â she said, then quickly exited the car, trotted toward the main doors, not even noticing that the boots pinched her toes.
Adam McCallum was waiting for her just outside the elevator doors, his short dark hair spiking on his head, his hazel eyes clouded with worry. âDoctor! Iâm so glad youâre here. Maggieâs down thereâ¦just down the hall. Dr. Beaumont is still with her.â
Madeline nodded, and the two of them set off down the hallway together. âWould you please tell me what happened tonight? When did the spotting
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