Wanted by Her Lost Love

“How is she?” Kelly asked, a knot of fear in herthroat.“For now, she’s doing fine. Your blood pressurestabilized, but they might have to do a C-section if itgoes back up or if the baby starts showing signs ofdistress.”Kelly closed her eyes and then suddenly Ryanwas close to her, holding her, his lips pressedagainst her temple.“Don’t worry, love,” he murmured. “You’resupposed to stay calm. You’re getting the bestpossible care. I’ve made sure of it. They’remonitoring you round-the-clock. And the doctor saidthe baby has an excellent prognosis at thirty-fourweeks’ gestation.”She sagged against the pillow and closed hereyes. Relief pulsed through her but she was so tiredshe couldn’t muster the energy to do anything morethan lie there thanking God that her baby was okay.“I’m going to take care of you, Kell,” Ryan saidsoftly against her temple. “You and our baby. Nothingwill ever hurt you again. I swear it.”Tears burned her eyelids. She was emotionallyand physically exhausted and didn’t have the