She collapsed to the bed, looking shyly at him over her shoulder. “We just had anal sex,” she said, covering her mouth.
“Did you enjoy it?” Chris asked.
“I loved it. I want to do it again.”
Smiling, he pulled out of her ass. “Come on, I’m going to take care of you.” Picking her up in his arms, he carried her through to their bathroom. He ran a bath, adding some salts into the water.
Placing her inside the warm water, he climbed in behind her. Wrapping his arms around her body, she relaxed against him.
“I never thought I could be this happy,” she said.
“You make me happy, Rachel.” There was so much more he wanted to say, but he held his tongue not wanting to spoil their night together.
Talk to her.
“I love you, Chris.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
He kissed the top of her head, wishing he could say more, but right now, he didn’t feel it was the right moment.
Chapter Fourteen
One week later
With only a matter of days to Christmas the ER was filling up with more people having accidents. The ice on the roads was causing accidents. Rachel was starting to hate the hospital. Holding the phone to her ear she listened to Chris complain about another accident that had come in, stopping him from being with her. In the other hand she held the light bulb that needed changing in the living room.
“You know this is the third night this week,” she said, complaining.
“I know. I was also looking forward to movie night with you.” She’d gone to the video shop and picked up plenty of movies to keep them occupied. “I can’t stop people from hurting themselves, but I can fix the problems they cause.”
“Right now I’m hating the fact you’re a doctor.” She placed the bulb inside the light fitting. Climbing down the ladder, she tested it to make sure it worked. When it was bright, she turned the light off, put the ladders against the far wall and made her way downstairs. The scent of burnt casserole filled the air.
“I know, baby. I can’t stop being the man you love. Being a doctor is who I am.”
She rolled her eyes, knowing he couldn’t see her.
“Do you forgive me?” he asked.
In the background she heard the sirens and the chaos filling the line. “You’re needed, right?”
“Yeah. I can talk for a few minutes.”
“No, you can’t.” She let out a sigh, looking at the dish she’d burnt the casserole in. “I’m not doing much. I burnt the chicken casserole.”
“How did you do that?” he asked. “It sounded amazing when you were talking about it this morning.”
“I put the oven on too high. I went out to take some measurements of the garden, and when I came in, I fell asleep.” Keeping the pregnancy a secret was really knocking her energy levels. She found herself getting sleepy all the time. During sex the other day she’d stifled a yawn and was pleased Chris hadn’t picked up on it.
“Baby, you need to take more care. I’ll pick up Chinese on my way home, only the stuff you like. Promise me you’ll take good care of yourself,” he said.
“Yes, I’ll take good care. I promise. I look forward to Chinese, and now you’ve got to go before someone bleeds out or something happens.”
He was silent on the phone. She heard him breathe, and Rachel didn’t want him to get off the phone.
“Rachel?”
“Yeah, I’m still here.” She could never hang up the phone if he was still on the line.
“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” he asked.
His question took her by surprise. Looking at the dish in front of her, Rachel knew now was the time to tell him about the pregnancy.
Over the phone? Coward’s way out.
I’m not a coward.
“Rachel?”
“I’m still here. Sorry, I zoned out for a second there. Erm, no, nothing is wrong, and of course I’d tell you if something was wrong.”
“I love you, and I can’t stand the thought of anything happening to you.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me.” She rubbed her back, hating the fact she was lying to him. “We’re in this together. I’m not backing down.”
“Good. I really need to go. I love you, and see you soon.”
“Love you, too.” She waited until he hung up the phone before putting the phone back in the cradle.
David’s words about complications filled her mind. Shit, she really should tell Chris about what was happening to her. The guilt was starting to eat at her. Every day that passed they were growing closer. It was like they’d never been apart. She walked into the sitting room seeing the picture of Claire on the shelf before her.