Feel Like Makin' Love (Rock and Roll Trilogy #3)

Feel Like Makin' Love (Rock and Roll Trilogy #3) by Barbara Stewart Read Free Book Online

Book: Feel Like Makin' Love (Rock and Roll Trilogy #3) by Barbara Stewart Read Free Book Online
Authors: Barbara Stewart
We’ll do another just to be sure. I’m going to have some blood drawn, and we’ll see what we find. I want you to rest a little longer first. Seems you had a rough go of the vomiting for a spell. Was that the first time for that?”
    “ Yes, sir,” she said and Matthew thought she sounded absolutely exhausted.
    “OK then, I’ll see you again in a little while,” the doctor said and left the room.
    Matthew leaned to her, touching his forehead to hers when they were alone and asked, “Carlee, why didn’t you tell me about taking the other pregnancy tests?”
    “ Because after we took the very first one, I think we were both relieved. I needed to know, because I didn’t want a surprise to be why we talked about it now,” she said.
    He tenderly brushed wild curls that had escaped from her ponytail back from her face.
    “ Thank you for pulling my hair back,” she smiled.
    “ It seemed like it was in the way,” he laughed. “I love you, Carlee.”
    “ More,” she replied. “I love you more Matthew, to the moon…”
    “And back,” h e leaned closer to kiss her; but she put her finger on her cheek.
    “Here,” she said. “Do you have a peppermint? I have a nasty taste in my mouth.”
    He had one in his pocket, but looked into the hall to ask if it was OK to give it to her. A moment later, the nurse returned with a small bottle of mouthwash and some water.
    “Do this instead, please. Swish, rinse and spit,” the nurse said. She did, and then she shared a kiss with Matthew. In no time she was fast asleep again.
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    At two that afternoon, a technician came in and drew several vials of blood. An hour passed, and the nurse returned to the room.
    “We’re going to take her for some tests,” she explained to Matthew. “She’ll be gone an hour or so.”
    It was three that afternoon and Matthew realized he was hungry. He had missed breakfast, and now it was past lunch. There was a small café in the building, so he went to grab a sandwich and a drink. He sat at a small table alone, thinking and praying.
    He returned to the waiting room in the Emergency Department, figuring from the last text from his mom that they would be arriving soon. They he thought, and was glad his mom was coming with Andy, for a lot of reasons.
    The nurse appeared in the waiting room about forty-five minutes later.
    “Mr. Davis,” she said. “She’s back, and the doctor is with her. It took a little longer than we thought.”
    Matthew’s head and heart were racing. When he reached the area where Carlee was, she was crying.
    “We’re going to admit her . She’s not very happy with me right now,” Dr. Saunders smiled. “I understand this isn’t the best option for a birthday celebration, but it is the best option to get to the bottom of this.”
    “We have to do what’s best,” Matthew said, taking her hand.
    “Her white blood count is elevated; I want that explored. She explained about the vertigo, so we did a CT scan as well, we’re waiting on that information too. Her blood sugar is good; she told me about the fainting episode over the summer.”
    Matthew had a million questions but he wasn’t sure where to begin , so he waited. The doctor left the area. He and Carlee were alone for a little while as they prepared a room for her.
    His phone indicated a text from his mom:
     
    On the ground, getting car, where do we go?
     
    London Royal Hospital. Admitting her, will txt room number when I know, he replied.
    “Papa? ” she asked.
    “Yes, you knew he would come. Mom is with him,” Matthew said.
    “That means she was with him when you called,” she smiled at Matthew as she said it.
    “I’m making a list. What do I need to get for you from the flat?” he asked.
    “Take my pajamas home ; they smell awful. Please bring a toothbrush and that kinda crap, clean undies, but none of the sexy ones,” she grinned. “And bring something for me to wear outta here.”
    His phone rang; it was his mom, and he

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