Billionaire's Island Bride(48)

“The baby is in distress. He can’t survive inside me. They have to take him.” She began to sob and as she stretched out her hand to him Dare felt powerless. All he could do was take her in his arms and hold her while she cried. A tap on his shoulder jerked him out of his pain. He turned to see the doctor at his side.

“Please. We need to get to the operating room right away. Emergency C-section.”

Then before he could do more than plant a kiss on Erin’s forehead they were wheeling her away, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the corridor.

Then followed the worst two hours of Dare’s life. Other patients were wheeled in to the ultrasound room, other family members came until the chairs lining the walls were filled and still he paced, not caring if he looked like mad man, not giving a damn what they thought of him. He could not rest until he knew his family was safe.

So many thoughts flashed through his mind. What if the doctors had to choose between mother and child? What if he lost one of them? Or both? It didn’t bear thinking about. God knew, he would give all his money, every single penny to know that they were both all right.

And if this was what love meant, then he loved them, Godammit. He loved Erin DeSouza and he loved his baby and he was making no apologies for it. He just prayed they’d both make it through so that he could show them how much he loved them.

He was at the point when he felt he would go mad with worry when he saw the doctor in his green scrubs heading down the hallway toward him. He didn’t wait for him to get to him. He met him halfway, his eyes searching the doctor’s face, trying to read the news that was to come.

“They’re…okay?” His voice sounded strained even to his own ears. He could hardly speak. The anxiety was killing him.

The doctor sighed.

Dare almost had a heart attack. Jesus, a doctor sighing. That was not a good sign.

“They’re both resting,” he said with a small smile.

Dare let his breath out in a whoosh. They were alive. Both of them. That was a start. “Are they okay?” he asked again.

“Mommy is doing well,” the doctor said, “but it was a difficult surgery. Baby was in a lot of distress.”

Dare glared at the doctor. He was just inches from strangling the man. “What the hell does that mean? Is my baby okay or not?”

“Mr. DeSouza, please,” the doctor said, putting up a hand. “There are other people-”

“I don’t give a flying fig who else is here. Tell me what’s going on with my baby.”

“She’s been taken to the intensive care unit to be placed in an incubator. She’s only two pounds and needs to be placed in a protected environment.”

She? Hadn’t he heard ‘he’ somewhere? But it didn’t matter either way. He just wanted his baby to be alright.

“Will she survive, doctor?” He kept his voice low, guilty at his previous outburst but still too concerned to worry about an apology.

The doctor pursed his lips. “Her chances are better than fifty percent but I don’t want you to get your hopes up, just in case.”

Better than fifty percent. It wasn’t enough. He wanted to hear that she was perfectly fine, she’d be alright, she’d grow up and graduate from high school and give him all the grief that teenage girls gave their middle aged dads. That was what he wanted to hear.

But the doctor was giving him no such assurances so he clung to the only positive word he’d been given. Better. Better than fifty percent. He would hold on to ‘better’ and make it real.

“Can I see them now?” he asked.

The doctor nodded. “I’ll take you to your wife. She’s conscious but a bit groggy. You can see the baby afterwards.”

Dare nodded and followed him down the hallway. He was taken to a private room where Erin lay in the bed, pale and quiet, her eyes closed. He pulled up a chair beside her and gently touched her arm. Her eyes opened and he could see her trying to focus. “Dare,” she said, her voice weak and scratchy, “where’s my baby? Is he alright?”

“It’s a she, Erin,” he said. “We have a daughter. She’s in the ICU right now and they’re taking good care of her.”

“Is she going to be alright?” Erin’s eyes searched his face, looking for the same assurance he’d just sought from the doctor.

He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “She’s very tiny, Erin. Only two pounds but if she’s anything like her mother she’ll pull through alright.”

“How?” Erin whispered. She looked up at him, her eyes full of distress. “How can she make it?”