Trinity: Bride of West Virginia (Amercan Mail-Order Bride 35) by Carré White Page A

“We should be watchful for any of the afore mentioned symptoms, my dear. If you start to bleed, that’s a rather bad sign. Your blood pressure is perfect.”
    “So, this was nothing?” I stared at him hopefully. “Indigestion?”
    “Perhaps. Or your uterus is expanding to accommodate the growing fetus. I can’t say for certain. You’re not feeling pain now, are you?”
    “No.” I glanced at my husband’s tired face. “Oh, gracious. I feel so silly for causing such trouble.”
    “Is my wife all right, Doctor Goff?”
    “She is.” He closed a leather bag. “She’s quite healthy.”
    Nathanial slumped against the chair he had been sitting in, a glass of brandy dangling from his hand.
    “I’m so sorry for causing everyone grief.”
    “Don’t be hard on yourself, my dear,” said Mr. Witherspoon. “You’ve done the right thing by calling for the doctor. I can now go back to sleep and feel secure that you’re alive and well.”
    I hugged him, genuinely happy to have him by my side. “Go to sleep. I shan’t wake you again until later today.”
    “I’m off.” Doctor Goff grinned. “It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Witherspoon. Do try to get some rest.” He strode to the door.
    I heard Nathanial say, “Send me the bill.”
    Still being in Nathanial’s bedroom, I slid from the mattress, my bare feet touching the carpeting. “I’ll escort you down.”
    “That’s not necessary, but I’ll escort you to your room.” He glanced at Nathanial. “Good chap there, you’ve done good. Thank you for summoning the doctor.”
    “She came to my room in pain. It was the least I could do.” He smiled tiredly.
    “Thank you, Nathanial,” I murmured. “You’ve been far too kind. I should’ve gone back to bed. I'm sorry I woke the whole house.”
    “No.” He got to his feet. “You’ve a right to be worried over your health. I’d be happy to fetch every doctor in Boston, every single night you’re here, if you desire it.”
    “Oh, that’s too much.” I grinned, relieved to have the all clear from the doctor. “Let’s leave Nathanial in peace. He’s tired like the rest of us.” My husband escorted me down the hall, depositing me in my room. As he kissed my cheek, I murmured, “Good night.”
    “Good night, my dear. You sleep well. We’ve nothing planned until tonight anyhow.”
    “All right.” I closed the door after he left, sliding beneath the sheets of the bed. I hadn’t been losing my baby after all. Whatever ailed me had nothing to do with a miscarriage, thankfully. Some other, mysterious cause was to blame. The door creaked open. I glanced in the direction of it, seeing Nathanial. “You should go to bed.”
    He had changed into a nightshirt, his hair askew. Rounding the corner of the bed, he came to sit beside me, his gaze sober. “You scared me half to death.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “If I had any doubts about my feelings for you, I don’t anymore.”
    “Nate.”
    “I don’t know what I would’ve done, if anything happened to you.”
    “I’m fine. It was a false alarm.”
    He touched my face. “You mean so much to me, Trinity.”
    “Don’t.”
    “I wish only for your health and happiness, but … I’m glad the baby’s well. I know you want this child. I can’t even begin to think this baby will be my stepbrother or sister. That’s too wild to contemplate.”
    “You should go to bed.”
    Leaning in, he kissed me, his lips feeling soft and warm. Not being able to resist, I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him in return. It was far too easy to lose myself in the moment, every cell in my body screaming out for him.
    “My love,” he whispered.
    “Go, Nate. Please go.”
    “I shall see you tonight.”
    “At your engagement party.”
    He groaned. “I don't need any reminders.”
    “I like Victoria. She’s a wonderful person. If you’re not absolutely certain you love—”
    “I’m leaving now.” His features revealed tension. “You’ve no right to lecture