Page 63 of Twin Surprise for the Italian Doc

He just had to hope that she loved him enough to forgive him for his selfishness now. That there was a way they could get past it all and make this brand-new family what it could be.

Perfect...

They knew who he was on the maternityward, too, but the nurse who intercepted him wasn’t about to make things easy.

‘Georgia’s finally asleep,’ she told him. ‘Please don’t disturb her. It’s really important that she gets some rest.’

‘I won’t disturb her,’ he promised. ‘Let me just sit in her room with her so I can be there when she wakes up.’

But the nurse shook her head. ‘Go home. Get some rest yourself and come back in the morning.It’s not that long to wait.’

It felt too long.

Matteo stood in the corridor of the ward, reluctant to leave by pushing his way through the swing doors. Not that he intended to go home. He would wait in the seating area near the elevators.

He still had his phone in his hand and it was a comfort to look at that image that had just been recorded of him holding those bundles that were his babies.His smile said all that needed to be said about how he felt. About how much love he had to give.

He could send the image to Georgia, couldn’t he? Even if he wasn’t here the moment she woke up, she could see that image and she would know that he was coming back.

Maybe she would even believe that he had already forgiven her.

But the text wouldn’t send.

Oh...of course. He’d put his phone on airplanemode so that it couldn’t interfere with any hospital equipment like IV pumps.

He flicked it back, but before he could try sending the image again he heard the sound of an incoming text. And a buzz that indicated a missed call.

Two missed calls...no, make that four...five?

What on earth was going on?

He went to voicemail and waited. Had his family somehow known what he hadn’t known? That he’dbecome a father?

No. His sister’s voice was anything but happy.

‘Matti? Where are you? Why aren’t you answering your phone?’

The stifled sob he could hear sent a chill down Matteo’s spine.

‘You need to come home. Mama’s in hospital...we think that she’s had a heart attack...’

It was easy to push those swing doors open now.

Not just to leave the maternity ward but to do so at a run.

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