Unwrapping Her Italian Doc by Carol Marinelli Read Free Book Online Page A

pregnancy has progressed normally, just the appendectomy at six weeks.’
    ‘Could that cause problems now?’ Louise asked.
    ‘I would have expected any problems from surgery to surface much earlier than this,’ Anton said, and he gave Louise a thin smile. ‘Maybe she
was
just tired …’
    ‘I’ll ring Theatre later and find out what shift she’s on,’ Louise said. ‘In fact, I’ll do it now.’
    She got put through and was told that Emily was on a late shift today.
    ‘Maybe I am just worrying about nothing,’ Louise said.
    ‘Let us hope so.’
    A baby was waking up and Tara, a night nurse, was just dashing off to do the morning obs.
    ‘I’ll get him.’
    Louise picked up the little one and snuggled him in. ‘God, I love that smell,’ Louise said, inhaling the scent of the baby’s hair, then she looked over at Anton.
    ‘Did Saffron have a good night?’
    She watched his lips move into a wry smile.
    ‘Not really,’ Anton said, and then added, ‘And her name is Saffarella.’
    ‘Oh, sorry,’ Louise said. ‘I got mixed up. Saffron’s the one you put in your rice to make it go yellow, isn’t it?’ Louise corrected herself. ‘Expensive stuff, costs a fortune and you only get a tiny—’
    ‘Louise,’ Anton warned, ‘I don’t know quite where you’re going there but, please, don’t be a bitch.’
    ‘I can’t help myself, Anton,’ Louise swiftly retorted. ‘If you get off with another woman in front of me then you’ll see my bitchy side.’
    Anton actually grinned; she was so open that she fancied him, so relentless, so
aaagggh
, he thought as he sat there.
    ‘I didn’t
get off
, as you say, with Saffarella. We danced.’
    ‘Please,’ Louise scoffed.
    Maybe he wanted to share the relief he had felt when he had just heard that she and Rory were only friends but, for whatever reason, he put her out of her misery too.
    ‘I took Saffarella back to the hotel she is staying at last night.’
    He gave her an inch and, yep, Louise took a mile.
    ‘Really!’ Louise gave a delighted grin and covered the baby’s ears. ‘So you didn’t—’
    ‘Louise!’
    ‘The baby can’t hear, I’ve covered his ears. So you and she didn’t …?’
    ‘No, we didn’t.’
    ‘Did she sulk?’ Louise asked with glee, and he grimaced a touch at the memory of the car door slamming.
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Oh, poor Saffron, I mean Saffarella—now that I know you and she didn’t do anything, I can like her.’
    They both smiled, though it was with a touch of regret because last night could have been such a nicer night.
    ‘Thanks so much,’ Tara said, coming over and looking at the baby. ‘He’s asleep now, Louise. You can put him back in his isolette.’
    ‘But I don’t want to,’ Louise said, looking down at the sleeping baby. He was all curled up in her arms, his knees were up and his ankles crossed as if he were still in the womb. His little feet were poking out of the baby blanket and Louise was stroking them.
    ‘They’re like kittens’ paws,’ Louise said, watching his teeny toes curl.
    ‘You are so seriously clucky,’ Tara said.
    ‘Oh, I’m more than clucky,’ Louise admitted. ‘I keep going over to the nativity scene just to pick up Baby Jesus. I have to have one.’
    ‘It will ruin your lingerie career,’ Tara warned, but Louise just laughed.
    ‘I’m sure pregnant women can and do wear fabulously sexy underwear—in fact, my agent’s going tospeak to a couple of companies to see what sort of work they might have for me if I get pregnant.’
    ‘Surely you’re missing something if you want a baby …’ Tara said, referring to Louise’s lack of a love life, but now she had told her mum, now she’d told Rory and Emily knew too, Louise had decided it was time to start to let the world know.
    ‘No, I’m not missing anything.’ Louise smiled. ‘In fact, I might have to pay a visit to Anton.’
    She was referring to the fact she’d found out he was a reproductive specialist too and he