Page 128 of His Tesoro

His expression softened, and he took my hand. I squeezed it in gratitude.

The nurse returned and another woman walked in behind her.

“Mrs. Rossi, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Aisling Sullivan. I’m an OBGYN.”

“Nice to meet you,” I mumbled.

She smiled. “I hear you’re pregnant?”

“I just found out a few days ago from a blood test. But the past few days have been… a lot.” I didn’t know how much I could say.

“This is Mr. Finnegan’s private hospital,” she said, glancing at Ronan. “So we understand his line of work.”

Well, that made things a bit easier to explain. “I don’t know if all the stress and everything hurt the baby.” My voice cracked.

Dr. Sullivan gave me a sympathetic look. “Well, your blood work does indicate pregnancy, but it takes hCG levels a while to return to normal after miscarriage.” She continued quickly when she saw my panicked expression. “I’m not saying you did have a miscarriage, just that blood work might not be an accurate indicator of pregnancy. Let’s do an ultrasound and see what we can see. We won’t be able to see much at this stage, but that doesn’t mean Baby isn’t perfectly healthy.”

“How can the baby possibly be healthy?” I sobbed. “I’ve done nothing to protect them.”

“Oh, honey, no,” Dr. Sullivan said.

Ronan squeezed my hand harder. “Sofiya, from what I saw, you were absolutely incredible. You saved yourself and so many others in there.”

Dr. Sullivan passed me a box of tissues, and I took them gratefully.

“Just take a deep breath for me and we’ll take a look. We’ll do a transvaginal ultrasound. Have you had one before?”

I shook my head.

“It might be a little uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t be painful.”

Ronan excused himself, letting me know he would stay right outside the door, and Dr. Sullivan and the nurses got the equipment ready. The doctor arranged my legs into stirrups and pressed the ultrasound wand inside me. I breathed through the discomfort, keeping my gaze on the computer screen, desperate to make sense out of the staticky black and gray shapes. The doctor was quiet, and I felt like screaming.

Then she smiled. “There,” she said, pointing at a little blurry dot in the middle of a black oval. “That’s the yolk sac and embryo.”

The world stopped as I stared at the screen. It was barely anything, just a little blur, but it was proof that I was still pregnant. “Is there a heartbeat?” I choked out.

“Not yet, but that’s to be expected. Based on this scan and from what you told me, you’re about five weeks along.”

I frowned. “That’s not possible. We only started having sex a few weeks ago.”

She smiled. “Gestational age is actually based on your last period, not the actual conception date. You should have another ultrasound in about three weeks. I can do it if you’re still in the area, or we’ll get you set up with another OBGYN. But you’ll be able to see more then, and possibly hear a heartbeat.”

She removed the ultrasound wand and helped me sit up.

“I just really want this baby to make it,” I whispered.

She patted my hand. “I want that, too.”

The nurse took my vitals, and the doctor checked my shoulder and ribs. As she was heading out, she asked if I wanted Ronan back in the room, and I nodded. I didn’t want to be alone right now.

Ronan walked back in and took his seat by my bed. “Is everything okay with the baby?”

“Yeah, seems like it.”

He patted my hand again. “I’m glad to hear it.”

I pressed my hand against my stomach, willing the little life in there to make it. “Can I see Matteo and Angelo?”

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