“Fibroids?” Gabriel repeated, his hand over his mouth.
“One of her fibroids was attached to the uterus right at the place where we make the incision. We stopped the bleeding and stitched her up, but it made the c-section more complicated than usual. Fortunately, Dr. Manganiello, the surgeon on call, scrubbed in. Your wife is going to be fine.” She placed a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. “And there doesn’t appear to be any permanent damage to her uterus. She’ll be waking up soon but she’ll be woozy. We’ll be giving her medication to control the pain. I’ll check on her tomorrow during my rounds. Congratulations on the birth of your daughter. She’s a beautiful little girl.” Dr. Rubio patted his shoulder and left.
Gabriel stared at Julia, noticing that the color in her skin had returned. She was sleeping.
“Mr. Emerson?” The nurse noticed his tears. “Can I get you something?”
He shook his head, quickly wiping his face with the back of his hand. “I thought she was dead.”
“What?” The nurse’s tone was sharp.
“No one told me. She looked like she was dead. I thought . . .”
The nurse came a step closer, a look of horror on her face. “I’m so sorry. Someone from the previous shift should have explained what was happening. There was another emergency c-section at the same time as your wife’s, but that patient lost her baby.”
Gabriel lifted his eyes to meet the nurse’s.
“That isn’t an excuse,” the nurse said quietly. “Someone should have told you that your wife was all right. I’ve worked in labor and delivery here for ten years and we lose very few mothers. Very, very few. And when we do, there is an immediate inquest and everyone is extremely upset.”
Gabriel was about to ask what “very few” meant when he heard a groan coming from Julia’s hospital bed. He put the cup of water aside and stood over her.
“Julianne?”
Her eyelids fluttered open. She looked at him for only an instant, then closed her eyes.
“Our daughter is here. She’s beautiful.”
Julianne didn’t move.
But a few minutes later, she began moaning again.
“It hurts,” she whispered.
“Hold on. I’ll get someone.” Gabriel called the nurse.
After the nurse adjusted Julia’s intravenous, Gabriel picked up the baby.
“Darling, meet your daughter. She’s beautiful. And she has hair.” He held the baby up so Julia could see her from her reclined position.
Julia’s gaze was wide and unfocused before she closed her eyes.
He cradled the baby against his chest once again.
“Sweetheart? Can you hear me?”
“It will take a while for her to come around. But she’ll wake up eventually.” The voice of the nurse broke into Gabriel’s musings, as he wondered anxiously if Julia was unhappy about how the baby looked.
He placed the child back in her bassinet and sat next to it, keeping a watchful eye on his wife. He was never going to let her out of his sight again.
His iPhone chirped with a couple of texts, and he quickly checked it. Richard and Rachel were making excellent time and would arrive soon. Tom and Diane sent their congratulations and their love.
And Katherine Picton restated her insistence that she be named godmother. She even promised a rare manuscript of Dante’s La Vita Nuova as an inducement.
Gabriel snapped a few photos of Spring Roll with his phone and quickly emailed them to everyone, including Kelly, pausing to tell Katherine that no inducement would be required.
“She has hair?” When Julia finally awoke, the first thing she noticed was the dark strands peeking out from under the baby’s purple knit cap.
“She does. Lots of hair. Darker than yours.” Gabriel grinned and placed the baby on Julia’s chest.
She unwrapped the baby and peeled back her gown, placing her daughter skin against skin. The infant immediately snuggled into her mother.
In Gabriel’s mind, it was the most incredible sight he’d ever seen.
“She’s beautiful,” Julia whispered.
“Pretty like her mama.”
She pressed gentle kisses to the baby’s head. “I don’t think so. She has your face.”
Gabriel laughed. “I don’t know about that. I’m not sure she looks like either one of us, except that she seems to have my eye color. She has the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen, but she doesn’t like to open them.”
Julia lifted her head to examine the baby’s face, cuddling her even closer.
Gabriel watched her with concern. “Are you in pain?”
She grimaced. “I feel as if I’ve been sawn in half.”
“I think you were.”
She peered up at him questioningly.
“No darling, I didn’t look.” He brushed a kiss against her hair. “We should probably talk about what we’re going to call her. Her grandfathers are not going to be impressed with the name Spring Roll. And I’ve already heard from Katherine, who thinks the baby should be named after her.”
“We talked about Clare.”