Page 80 of Claimed By the Enemy
“Just rest for a minute.”
“I’m fine, really. Just need to get out of here.”
“Sophie.” A doctor appears in the doorway, a young woman with kind eyes and a professional demeanor. “I’m Dr. Martinez. How are you feeling?”
“Better. Ready to go home.”
“Not quite yet. We need to discuss your test results.”
Something in the doctor’s tone makes both Sophie and me go very still.
“What test results?” Sophie asks.
“We ran some standard bloodwork when you came in. Nothing invasive, just routine tests to make sure there wasn’t an underlying medical cause for your fainting spell.”
“And?”
Dr. Martinez smiles. “Congratulations, Mrs. Moretti. You’re pregnant.”
The words hit like a thunderbolt. Sophie’s face goes completely white, and I feel like someone just punched me in the gut.
“That’s… that’s not possible,” Sophie whispers.
“About six weeks, based on your hormone levels. The fainting was likely due to a combination of stress and the normal physical changes that occur during early pregnancy.”
Pregnant. Sophie is pregnant.
With my child.
“I need a moment,” Sophie says, her voice barely audible. “Could you… Could you give us a minute?”
“Of course. I’ll be back to check on you shortly.”
Dr. Martinez leaves, closing the door behind her. Sophie and I stare at each other in stunned silence.
“Six weeks,” she says finally.
“That would put conception around…”
“The wine cellar. The night you came home bleeding.”
“Sophie-”
“Dom, I can’t… this complicates everything.”
“Does it?”
“Uncle Enzo is trying to kill you. I’m supposed to be choosing between my family and my husband. And now…” She gestures helplessly at her still-flat stomach. “Now there’s a baby involved.”
“Our baby.”
“Our baby, who’s going to grow up without a father if Uncle Enzo follows through on his threats.”
I sit on the edge of the hospital bed, taking Sophie’s hands in mine. “That’s not going to happen.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know that I’m not going to let anyone hurt you or our child. Not Uncle Enzo, not whoever’s been pulling his strings, not anyone.”
