Virgin River (Virgin River #1)(96)

“She should,” Mel said. “She’s home.” And it gave her deep satisfaction to know that this was true in all ways.

“I’d like to spin you around the barn a little bit,” he said, leaning over the baby’s head to give her a kiss.

“Another surprise. You dance?”

“I think that might be overly optimistic,” he said. “I do something. I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Lilly came out of the house, wiping her hands on her apron. “Here, Mel, let me take her off your hands. I’ll put her to bed.”

Mel stood with the baby in her arms and walked into the house, Lilly right behind her. She turned and placed the baby in Lilly’s arms. Then she leaned toward Lilly and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You have a wonderful family,” Mel said. “I think you’ll find just the right time to tell them.”

Mel made an appointment at the Grace Valley clinic. She was surprised to learn that both doctors were available, so she requested the OB. Prenatal consult, she said.

“We’ll go ahead and put your patient with Dr. Stone,” the receptionist said, and Mel did not correct her. After all, she’d been there before with a couple of pregnant women for ultrasounds and they knew her as the midwife upriver. After seeing a few patients, Mel headed for Grace Valley in the afternoon.

It had only been a short time since the gathering at the Stones’ house and she could no longer deny the truth. She was pregnant. She already knew it. They had plenty of pregnancy tests on hand at Doc’s and she’d used one. Then another one. And another. Half of her hoped it was wrong, the other half was afraid it was. When she got to the clinic, June was hanging around the reception desk. “Hey, there.”

She leaned as if looking around Mel. “I thought you were bringing in a prenatal consult?”

“Yeah,” Mel said. “Me.”

June’s eyes grew momentarily round, surprised.

“It must be the water,” Mel said with a shrug.

“Come on back. You’re with John, and as you know, our nurse is on maternity leave. Want me to stand in or keep out of your business?”

Mel felt a shudder of nervous emotion. “Please, come with me. I think I need to explain a few things,” she said.

“Oh, boy,” June said, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Sounds like it might be a little complicated.”

“Not a little,” Mel answered.

John came out of the back and said, “Hey, Melinda. You bring me a prenatal consult?” Before she could answer, June inclined her head toward Mel. “Oh,” John said. “Well, first things first—June, set her up in there. Let’s get the facts.”

“Okay,” Mel said, suddenly meek and nervous. “But I already know.”

“Don’t try and make my job so easy,” he said with a laugh. “There’s no challenge in that.”

Mel went into the exam room where she found a gown and sheet. She undressed and sat up on the table, waiting. How was she supposed to feel about this? She’d been desperate for a baby, and now she was having one. Why did it feel so damn confusing? As though something had gone wrong, when in reality it had finally gone right.

But this wasn’t what she had planned. And she knew it wasn’t what Jack had planned—he’d offered to take care of their birth control needs. Oh, brother, was he going to be surprised.

John came in, June on his heels. “How are you feeling, Mel?”

“Besides terribly confused? A little nauseous in the morning.”

“Damnest thing, isn’t it? But you’re keeping food down?”

“Yep.”

June set up the instruments and pap slide while John got her blood pressure. “Want to talk first or second?” he asked her.

“Second.”

“Okay. June—can you fire up the ultrasound? Thanks. Mel, lie back and slide down for me, okay?” He guided her feet into the stirrups and kept hands on her legs in case she slid too far and accidentally fell. When her position was solid, he took his place on his stool and snapped on the rubber gloves. He inserted the speculum. “You know how far along?”

“Three months,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. “Approximately.”

“Congratulations,” he said. Beside her the ultrasound bleeped as it warmed up. He pulled out the speculum after the pap slide was complete and gently palpated the uterus, measuring for size. “You’re almost as good at this as I am, Mel,” he said.

“You have reached the right approximate diagnosis. Good. Everything’s good.” He pulled the wand from the ultrasound; because this was an early pregnancy he would do an internal probe for a better reading as opposed to running the probe over her still flat belly. “Turn your head, Mel,” he said. “Beautiful,” he added. She looked at the monitor. Tears slid out of her eyes and into the hair at her temples. There it was, a small mass, limbs just visible to the practiced eye, moving around inside of her. They watched the new life for a little while and she gave a hiccup of emotion, moving a trembling hand to cover her mouth.

“Just about twelve weeks,” John said. “Out of the miscarriage woods. We’ll print you out a picture, though the view is going to be lots better in another few weeks.”

He removed the probe and helped her to sit up. June leaned a hip on the counter and John returned to his stool.