Love's Second Chance (Second Chances #1)(60)

Putting my fingers to his lips, I shook my head and cut him off. “It is I who needs to apologize. If I wasn’t sick you wouldn’t have left to get me medicine.”

“I couldn’t stand to see you suffer,” he cried. A tear escaped the corner of his eye, and I wiped it away.

“I’m fine now. You have nothing to worry about.”

“What damage did I go through?” he asked wearily.

“Oh my, I think you went through everything. First off, you had a head injury which led to the coma. You broke your leg, arm, and three ribs all on your right side. Your leg will have some scarring from the road rash, and lastly, you needed a kidney transplant.” I took in a deep breath and let it out quickly. That was a lot to say in one breath.

Galen stared at me in surprise. “Wow! I guess I got lucky.”

“I wouldn’t call any of that being lucky,” I mumbled.

“I wasn’t referring to that. I was saying I was lucky that I got a kidney so fast. Most people have to wait for those things, don’t they?”

“They do, but yours came by surprise,” I confessed to him.

“How is that?” When the tears started forming in my eyes, his face fell and he began to look angry. “Korinne, you didn’t, did you? Please tell me they didn’t use your kidney.”

I lifted our intertwined hands and placed a finger to his lips. “I was going to give you one of my kidneys, but it didn’t work out.”

“Thank goodness for that,” he sighed. Giving him an evil look, he shied away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. So whose kidney did I get? It couldn’t have been my mother or my brother. Did Jenna do it?” he asked.

“No,” I said, shaking my head.

“Then who?”

Taking a deep breath, I sighed. “There was a woman that passed away a couple of weeks ago. She died while you were here, and she happened to be your same blood type. Her husband gave the hospital permission for them to give you her kidney.”

He opened his mouth to speak and then shut it. He did that a few times until he finally got the words out. “Oh wow, I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for him.”

“I know,” I cried.

“Do you know who the woman was or her husband?” he asked.

Shaking my head, I said, “No, Jason wouldn’t tell me. I told him to give the husband my information so I could talk to him someday, but I doubt the man will call.”

Galen shrugged. “Probably not, but it would be nice to tell him how thankful we are. I know I would love to thank him. So who’s this Jason you’re talking about?”

I smiled. “Jason Andrews is your doctor and surgeon. He did both surgeries, the one on your skull and the one with your kidney. He used to also be one of my good friends. You’ll meet him soon.”

We sat in silence for a second while Galen seemed to be contemplating something. “Would you have really given your kidney to me?” he finally asked.

“Of course I would. You would have done the same for me, wouldn’t you?” I asked incredulously.

“In a heartbeat. So why couldn’t they use yours? I thought we had the same blood type.”

“We do,” I smirked. “But there was a reason why.” I let go of his hands and walked over to pick up the blueprint from under the small Christmas tree.

“What are you doing?” he asked and smiled.

“I’m giving you your present … Merry Christmas!” I shouted and handed him the blueprint.

“Oh no, we were supposed to turn this in to the builders weeks ago,” he groaned.

“It’s okay. I had to make some changes,” I assured him.

He narrowed his eyes and said, “But I thought we finished it.”

“We did,” I replied. I said no more after that because I was too excited watching him unroll the blue print. He was going to find a major surprise inside.

When it was completely unrolled, the picture taped inside caught his attention. He took the picture off and narrowed his eyes at the layout. Glancing back and forth, he looked confused. “Are we adopting?” he asked, looking at me. “I swear this extra room says it’s going to be a nursery.”

I smiled. “No, we’re not adopting.”

“Then why do we need a nursery? This picture is of a baby, right? Or at least it looks like one,” he joked.

I took the picture and placed it over my stomach, looking down at what was the image of our child. When I glanced up, Galen had tears in his eyes. “Please tell me this is true,” he cried.

I nodded excitedly. “It’s true, Galen.”

He held his arms out and I gently leaned down on him. “I would do anything to be able to hold you tight right now. I can’t believe we’re having a baby. You have no idea how happy this makes me.”

“Believe me, I do. It didn’t seem real at first, but it is. You gave this miracle to me,” I sobbed whole-heartedly.

“No, my love, we gave it to each other.” We held each other, crying and laughing for hours, and when the sun came up it shone through the blinds. A new dawn and a new beginning was what were in store for us.

“I guess we should call your family now?” I suggested. “I hope they don’t get mad that we didn’t call them as soon as you woke up.”