The Secretary's Secret by Michelle Douglas Read Free Book Online

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    He knew zilch.
    He dragged a hand back through his hair. He did know one thing. When a woman told you she was pregnant with your child, you shouldn’t throw up. Bad reaction. Wrong reaction. Completely inappropriate.
    And completely out of his control.
    But…Kit was carrying his child ?
    He slammed a wall down on that thought.
    Not his baby, Kit’s. And if Kit lost her baby because of anything he’d done—
    Bile rose up to burn his throat. He choked it back. He would never forgive himself if that happened. Never.
    ‘Kit, you have a kidney infection. I suspect you’ve had a urinary tract infection, not all that unusual during pregnancy, which has travelled to your kidneys.’
    Alex’s head snapped up at the doctor’s words. ‘How serious is that?’ he barked. It sounded bad.
    Kit didn’t look at him, but her hands shook. He clenched his to fists. ‘What he said,’ she whispered.
    ‘We’ve caught it early.’
    Her hands cradled her abdomen and Alex couldn’t take his eyes from them. Such small, fragile hands.
    ‘Will my baby be okay?’
    ‘Yes. As long as you do everything I say.’
    Kit swallowed and nodded. Alex leaned forward to make sure he caught every word the doctor uttered.
    ‘I’m booking you in for an ultrasound on…’ he surveyed his computer ‘…on Thursday. It’ll put both you and your regular doctor’s minds at rest. I’ll also prescribe you a course of antibiotics, and no, they won’t harm your baby,’ he added before Kit could ask. ‘But, until your ultrasound, I want you to have complete bed rest.’
    ‘Oh, but—’
    ‘You can get up to go to the bathroom. You can have a quick shower or tepid bath once a day. But the rest of the time I want you in bed.’
    Kit’s hands twisted in her lap. ‘I…’
    The doctor peered at her over the top of his glasses. ‘It’s better to be safe than sorry, isn’t it?’
    ‘Yes, of course. It’s just…’
    The doctor turned to Alex. ‘She’ll need someone to stay with her, look after her.’
    Alex nodded, ignoring the way his stomach dropped. ‘I’ll do that.’ Thursday? He could stay till Thursday, or even the weekend. Kit wouldn’t be sick if she wasn’t pregnant. And she wouldn’t be pregnant if it wasn’t for him.
    Thursday or the weekend? It was the least he could do.
    He could see that Kit didn’t like the idea. In fact, she probably loathed it. Not that he could blame her.
    The doctor pointed at Kit. ‘You rest. It’s important, you hear?’
    Kit nodded and swallowed. ‘I hear.’
    Alex wanted to hit the doctor for frightening her.
    The doctor’s glare transferred itself to Alex. ‘She’s to have no stress, no worry. She’s not to be upset in any way.’
    Alex’s hands clenched as fear punched through him then too. ‘Right.’ No stress, no worry. He could manage that. For Kit. Till Thursday. Or the weekend.
     
     
    ‘I don’t need you to stay with me, Alex,’ Kit said the moment he pulled his car to a halt out the front of her house and turned off the ignition.
    He didn’t blame her for not wanting him there. In her shoes he wouldn’t want him staying over either, but hadn’t she heard a word the doctor said? She needed someone to stay with her, look after her. He wasn’t leaving until someone trustworthy was here to fill his shoes.
    ‘I’m happy to call one of your friends or a relative—perhaps your aunt Doreen—to stay with you, but I’m not leaving you alone, Kit. You heard what the doctor said,’ he added when she opened her mouth to argue.
    She closed it again. She looked pale and wrung out, and he grimaced. ‘Look, this is the story, Kit. I’m staying in Tuncurry tonight. Now, whether that’s on one of your new sofas or in a hotel room is up to you.’
    ‘But—’
    ‘It’s getting a bit late to be driving back to Sydney, especially when I’m still jet-lagged from the Africa trip.’
    She rested her head against the back of the seat as if it were too hard to hold it up under her