The Right Kind of Love(66)

“Sure.” I wiped at my tears. But this wasn’t my baby. This was the result of Wes raping me. This child was his.

“I hear congratulations are in order. You two are going to be amazing parents.”

Did she just refer to Damien as the father? “Thank you,” Damien said with a huge grin plastered to his face.

My mouth hit the floor.

What. The. Hell.

I couldn’t possibly ask him to do that.

“Thank you.” I tried to smile, but it is hard when I was still crying.

Just then, the nurse who had been attending me came back into the room with a syringe and injected it to my IV.

“Please, call me Vanessa.” She got my bed and started rolling it out of the room.

Damien looked at me with hopefulness. “Can I come with you?”

I looked to Vanessa. “Is it all right if he comes?”

“Sure,” she said while wheeling me into another room.

I placed a tender hand on my belly and rubbed it. There was a little life growing inside of me. One that was placed in my body on a horrific night. He may not have broken me, but he sure as hell left a lifelong mark.

Vanessa left the room, and I turned to Damien.

“Damien, what am I going to do?”

“Well, that’s easy. You’re going to have a baby. If you decide to keep it, then we’re going to raise him or her.”

“We?” What the hell was he talking about we weren’t even a couple.

“Yes, we.” He looked at me tenderly. “If you will allow me to, it would be a great honor. No one except us would have to know the baby isn’t mine.”

Was he out of his mind? “Damien, we aren’t even a couple. We’re roommates.”

“I would like to think we’re much more than roommates. I would like to give you special and for you to be mine.”

My belly whooshed, and it wasn’t a nausea feeling. It was a good tingling feeling.

Special.

He had thrown out that word again.

“I can’t ask that of you. Besides, what are you going to do about the revolving door of women you have?” I knew the answer before I asked, but I still had to know.

“What women? I haven’t been with another woman in a while. I gave up that lifestyle because I want to give you special.” He looked at me with sincerity.

Vanessa walked back in and cleared her throat. “Are you two ready for an ultrasound?” She walked over to the machine and grabbed a tube off the cart. “I’m going to place some jelly on your tummy, and then we can have a look at things.”

She carefully lifted the gown I had on to expose only my stomach and then squirted the cool jelly on my lower abdomen. She placed the probe on my belly, and I instantly started hearing a whooshing noise.

I looked over at Damien and smiled while he smiled back. This would make it all so real seeing my baby for the first time, but there was still the strong thought about adoption. This was all Wes—how could I possibly make it my baby?

“Ah, here we are. Do you hear that noise? That’s the baby’s heartbeat. From the looks of things, and the way you are measuring, I would say you are about 13 weeks along.”

Just as I figured. It had been three months.

You will need to follow up with your OBGYN and they can actually set an appointment with you for another ultrasound to find out the sex of baby when you are far enough along.” She moved the probe around again. “If you look closely, you can see the head and arms. I will print out a picture for you.”

“Do you see that, Damien? That’s a baby.”

He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. “Yes, I see it.”

I looked to him and saw his eyes were glistening. He was as emotional as I was.

“Okay, you’re all done here. Time to go back to your room.” She handed me the picture of the baby, and the tears instantly flowed down my face. This baby was so innocent. How could something so pure come out of a situation so wrong?

She wheeled me back into my room, and I just stared at the picture. Could I actually raise a baby that was conceived in the most horrible moment of my entire life? I was a strong woman, but was I strong enough?

I looked up to see Reeve, Damien’s brother.

What the heck was he doing here?

“Hey, little bro, the nurse told me you were here. What the hell’s going on?” He looked at me with concern.

Damien went on to explain everything that had happened. Some of the story I didn’t know, because I’d been unconscious.

He walked over to my bed. “How are you feeling, Sydney? Sounds like you gave my brother quite the scare.”

“I honestly don’t know how I am right now. This visit has turned out to be a huge surprise.”

Reeve looked at the picture in my hand and gave me a warm smile.