nightstand.
It took fierce concentration to keep Savannah’s mind on their conversation and not on Durango as he got out of the chair. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a pullover sweater and a pair of black leather boots. She didn’t carehow many times she saw him dressed that way, but each time his appearance grabbed her attention. “Thanks for the crackers and tea,” she said.
Durango smiled. “Don’t mention it.”
Savannah’s breath caught in her throat from that one smile, and when he turned his head to glance out the window, she grabbed that opportunity to study him some more. His eyes were focused on the mountains as if weighing a problem of some kind, and she wondered if perhaps he thought the good weather wouldn’t last. When he turned his head he caught her staring at him and for a brief breath of a moment she felt the sizzle that always seemed to hang in the air between them.
“I’d better be going. There’s a couple of things I need to check on outside before we leave,” he said and, as if tearing his gaze from hers, he glanced over at the fireplace. “That thing keeps this room pretty hot, doesn’t it?”
She followed his gaze. It was on the tip of her tongue to say that at the moment she thought it was him, and not the fireplace, that made the room pretty hot. Instead she said, “Yes, it does.”
Savannah had to admit, however, that she did enjoy sleeping in a room with a fireplace. She had gotten used to the stark smell of burning wood, the sound of loose pieces crackling as they caught fire, and more than anything, she liked the comforting warmth the fire provided.
“Do you think you’ll be able to eat any food this morning?” Durango asked, interrupting her thoughts.
She frowned, deciding not to chance it. “I’d better not try it. Those saltines and tea will do just fine. Thanks.”
Moments after Durango had left the room, Savannahsat on the edge of her bed thinking about all the things she had to do to get ready for tomorrow. Just thinking about everything made her feel exhausted. But she was determined to get through the day and in a way, she was looking forward to her visit to the doctor.
A quiver raced through her stomach at the thought that Durango would be there, too, sharing the experience with her.
Eight
“S o how’s the baby?” Durango asked the doctor nervously.
Lying flat on her back on the examination table, Savannah shifted her gaze to Durango, who was standing beside her. She heard the deep concern in his voice and saw how his eyebrows came together in a tense expression.
She then switched her gaze to Dr. Patrina Foreman. Dr. Foreman was a lot younger than Savannah had expected. She was a very attractive woman and she appeared to be about twenty-eight. Within minutes of talking to her, Savannah was convinced that even though she might be young, she was definitely competent. Dr. Foreman had explained that her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother had been midwives, but that she had decided to complete medical school to offer her patients the best of both worlds. She could providemodern medical treatments as well as the type of care and personal attention that midwives were known to give.
Dr. Foreman lifted her gaze from applying the gel on Savannah’s stomach and smiled before saying, “Listen to this for a moment and then tell me what you think.”
And then they heard it, the soft thumping sound of their child’s heartbeat, for the first time. Hearing the steady little drumbeat did something to Savannah, touched her in a way she hadn’t expected and made her realize that she really and truly was going to have a baby.
Tears, something else she hadn’t expected, came into her eyes and she glanced up at Durango and knew he was just as moved by the sound as she was. He reached out and firmly touched her shoulder, and at that moment she knew that no matter how they did or didn’t feel about each other, her pregnancy was real and they were listening
It took fierce concentration to keep Savannah’s mind on their conversation and not on Durango as he got out of the chair. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a pullover sweater and a pair of black leather boots. She didn’t carehow many times she saw him dressed that way, but each time his appearance grabbed her attention. “Thanks for the crackers and tea,” she said.
Durango smiled. “Don’t mention it.”
Savannah’s breath caught in her throat from that one smile, and when he turned his head to glance out the window, she grabbed that opportunity to study him some more. His eyes were focused on the mountains as if weighing a problem of some kind, and she wondered if perhaps he thought the good weather wouldn’t last. When he turned his head he caught her staring at him and for a brief breath of a moment she felt the sizzle that always seemed to hang in the air between them.
“I’d better be going. There’s a couple of things I need to check on outside before we leave,” he said and, as if tearing his gaze from hers, he glanced over at the fireplace. “That thing keeps this room pretty hot, doesn’t it?”
She followed his gaze. It was on the tip of her tongue to say that at the moment she thought it was him, and not the fireplace, that made the room pretty hot. Instead she said, “Yes, it does.”
Savannah had to admit, however, that she did enjoy sleeping in a room with a fireplace. She had gotten used to the stark smell of burning wood, the sound of loose pieces crackling as they caught fire, and more than anything, she liked the comforting warmth the fire provided.
“Do you think you’ll be able to eat any food this morning?” Durango asked, interrupting her thoughts.
She frowned, deciding not to chance it. “I’d better not try it. Those saltines and tea will do just fine. Thanks.”
Moments after Durango had left the room, Savannahsat on the edge of her bed thinking about all the things she had to do to get ready for tomorrow. Just thinking about everything made her feel exhausted. But she was determined to get through the day and in a way, she was looking forward to her visit to the doctor.
A quiver raced through her stomach at the thought that Durango would be there, too, sharing the experience with her.
Eight
“S o how’s the baby?” Durango asked the doctor nervously.
Lying flat on her back on the examination table, Savannah shifted her gaze to Durango, who was standing beside her. She heard the deep concern in his voice and saw how his eyebrows came together in a tense expression.
She then switched her gaze to Dr. Patrina Foreman. Dr. Foreman was a lot younger than Savannah had expected. She was a very attractive woman and she appeared to be about twenty-eight. Within minutes of talking to her, Savannah was convinced that even though she might be young, she was definitely competent. Dr. Foreman had explained that her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother had been midwives, but that she had decided to complete medical school to offer her patients the best of both worlds. She could providemodern medical treatments as well as the type of care and personal attention that midwives were known to give.
Dr. Foreman lifted her gaze from applying the gel on Savannah’s stomach and smiled before saying, “Listen to this for a moment and then tell me what you think.”
And then they heard it, the soft thumping sound of their child’s heartbeat, for the first time. Hearing the steady little drumbeat did something to Savannah, touched her in a way she hadn’t expected and made her realize that she really and truly was going to have a baby.
Tears, something else she hadn’t expected, came into her eyes and she glanced up at Durango and knew he was just as moved by the sound as she was. He reached out and firmly touched her shoulder, and at that moment she knew that no matter how they did or didn’t feel about each other, her pregnancy was real and they were listening
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