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“Look,” he had cornered the woman outside while she was suiting up. “I don’t want to pressure you going in, but just want to make it clear that the woman you will be tending to might be just a patient to you, but to me, she is my entire life. I need to know right now, what are the odds.”

He had been assured that it was a simple procedure. What she did not tell him was that she could hemorrhage – that there could be complications, and it was not just a simple procedure. There were risks and he was afraid. He was scared spitless.

Turning her head, she touched his chin. “Positive thoughts, remember?”

He smiled at her, realizing that she could pick up on his worry.

“Positive thoughts.”

“We’re ready.” The doctor announced with a smile.

“So are we.” Janelle told her with an answering smile.

*****

“We managed to find the source of the bleeding, but she lost a lot of blood.”

“What the hell happened?”

“A complication while we were retrieving your son,” Charlotte told him a little nervously. “And her blood pressure spiked. Wehave that under control as well, but she is going to be a little out of it for a few hours.

On a very good note, your son and daughter are healthy and will not need the use of the NICU. Your son weighed in at six pounds, two ounces and your daughter is five pounds, which is no cause for alarm. All of her organs are well developed, and she is pretty healthy.”

“I need to be with my wife.”

“Of course.”

He had been booted out of the delivery room as soon as they realized that things were not going as smoothly as they predicted. He had spent an hour pacing in the waiting room and alternating between panic and rage.

“She’s back in her room.”

“I know where it is.” He clipped. “Do me a favor, kindly tell my mother where I am heading.”

“I will.”

She watched him strode from the room and realized that she had been holding her breath and praying that nothing would go wrong. Harry McGibbon defined the word formidable.

He went first to the nursery where his mother appeared to be standing guard between the two cots. As if sensing his presence, she looked up, a slight frown of inquiry on her face.

“I am going to her now. She is still out of it, but not in any danger according to the doctors.” He gazed first at his son, his heart lurching as he took in the creamy complexion and raven black hair.

“He looks like you when you were born,” Madelyn’s hands trembled as she stroked the tiny hand.

Switching his gaze to the tiny little girl, he felt love – powerful and strong holding him its iron grip. She was beautiful. His princess had raven black hair like her brother and creamy complexion.

Her small rosebud lips were slightly pursed and reminded him of her mother. He was propelled forward or so it seemed and found himself standing at the cot. Reaching out a hand, he touched the tiny, bunched fist.

“She looks so delicate,” he murmured.

“They have both been given a clean bill of health.”

Harry trailed a finger slowly along the tiny hand and smiled slightly. “No one is ever going to be good enough for her.” Looking up, he caught his mother’s tearful gaze and felt his own throat thickening. “I need to be with my wife.”

“Go ahead. I am staying.”

With a nod, he strode from the room and made his way along the hallway to his wife’s room.

Without the slightest hesitation, he kicked off his shoes and slid in next to her.

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