Page 104 of The Doctor's Twins

Two theater nurses came over to her and helped her onto the operating table. They hooked her up to an IV, and soon we were all present and ready to rock and roll.

“Okay, pretty lady,” the anesthetist smiled, “you know the drill. Let’s start counting.”

I listened as Peyton started at ten. She was out before she could get to six.

“Okay, gentlemen, and lady. Let’s see what we can do here,” I said, took the scalpel, and made an incision.

An hour and a half later, we sewed Peyton up and I went to the sink to take off the gloves and the apron. Both were covered in blood.

“That was tough, Ben, Dr. Andrews said and did the same.”

“The toughest one yet,” I agreed.

“You did a splendid job in there, Dr. Forbes,” he said again.

“Thank you.”

“I don’t think anyone could have done more.”

“I just hope it was enough.”

“All we and the patient can do now is wait. It will take time to heal. I don’t know about you, but I’m hopeful.”

I waited with Peyton until she was awake.

“How did it go?” she asked, all groggy.

“It went well, my love. Now we wait.”

“Okay,” she said and closed her eyes again.”

Please, God, Give this poor woman a chance at motherhood.

* * *

Alyssa was spending the week with me. I was on bed rest after the operation, so Ben called her and the two surprised me. It was wonderful having her with me. Especially since it hurt like hell just to pee!

Alyssa was an excellent nurse. Her cooking skills left much to be desired, but I wasn’t that hungry anyway and Ben was great at bringing home dinner.

“I’m tired of talking about myself,” I said. “Tell me about your life, Lyssa.”

“Well, mine isn’t half as exciting as yours, but I enjoy it,” she said while she sat at the edge of the bed, painting her nails.

“Do you have your beady eye on any cute doctors?”

“Funny you should ask,” she grinned.

“What? Have you been holding out on me?”

“No, but you’ve been a little distracted of late, so I thought I’d wait a while to brag.”

“Spill it!” I pushed myself up on the pillow. “Ouch, damn it. This hurts.”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Your nails are wet. I’ll manage.”

“Ugh…okay, that’s better. I’m all ears. Who is this lucky man?”

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