It Started with a Pregnancy. Scarlet Wilson
bed, wrapping her arm around Katherine’s shoulders. ‘Do you know what you’re having?’ she asked, trying to distract her into letting go of her other hand.
Katherine shook her head fiercely. ‘I didn’t want to know. I wanted a surprise.’
Melissa nodded in understanding. Her view of the earlier ultrasound had revealed the baby’s sex but she wasn’t about to let Katherine know. She felt Katherine’s abdominal muscles begin to tense again. ‘Another big push now.’
Cooper positioned his hand to check the position of the baby’s head. ‘Okay, it’s going to be the Burns-Marshall manoeuvre,’ he said, clarifying the position to the waiting team. ‘This might be a little uncomfortable, Katherine, as we need to turn the baby one hundred and eighty degrees and we have to do it slowly to prevent sudden changes in pressure.’
With his focus entirely on the job in hand, Cooper grasped the baby’s ankles, waited for the hairline to appear and then slowly pivoted the baby until the nose and mouth were free. There was silence in the room for the two minutes while he carried out the procedure and the staff silently held their breath. When it was done Cooper handed the baby over to the waiting arms of the paediatrician, who made a quick assessment and used some suction to clear the baby’s airways. A quick whiff of oxygen later and the room was filled with the angry roar of a baby who was well and truly awake. The paediatrician gave Melissa a little nod and she picked up a nearby blanket to wrap round the screaming bundle, who was rapidly turning a nice shade of pink.
Just for a second she stopped. This was one of the moments that she loved. Those first few minutes where the baby adjusted to its new surroundings. Some hated the transition and screamed, others were mesmerised and looked around wildly with unfocused eyes. Those first few seconds were precious and it was one of the reasons Melissa loved her job so much. Her stomach gave a little squeeze as she stared at the little one in her arms. When would it be her turn? Would she ever be the person whose heart filled with joy at the first sight of her baby? Her biological clock was ticking and with no potential partner on the horizon, a baby was a long way off.
She glanced down once more at the perfect little pink face in her arms and pulled her mind back into the present.
‘Here we go, Katherine,’ she said, handing over the precious gift. ‘Meet your son.’
Katherine seemed oblivious to the noise in the room and took him with trembling arms. ‘Isn’t he gorgeous?’ she breathed heavily.
Melissa sat down next to her on the bed. ‘Have you got a name picked out for him yet?’
Katherine nodded. ‘I’m going to name him James, after my dad.’
‘That’s lovely. I’m sure he’ll be delighted.’
She looked up as one of the junior midwives stuck her head around the door. ‘Just to let you know that Katherine’s mum has arrived.’ She caught sight of the little bundle lying Katherine’s arms. ‘Oh, great, the baby is here. Do you want me to send her in?’
Melissa turned to Katherine. ‘We’re not quite finished yet, but do you want her to come in and see the baby?’
Katherine nodded silently. Her eyes hadn’t left her baby’s. She was still in the newborn glow of motherhood.
Melissa looked at Cooper carefully. It had been her first experience of the new consultant and it was one of the smoothest breech deliveries she had ever seen. He clearly knew his stuff. Melissa went to leave the room and find Katherine’s mother. She brushed past Cooper, who was standing talking quietly to the paediatrician. It was a tight squeeze and her breasts brushed against the back of Cooper’s white coat. ‘Sorry,’ she muttered on the way past, and breathed a sigh of relief as she ducked out of the door.
Cooper finished his conversation with the paediatrician and had a few final words with Katherine before picking up her notes and carrying them out the room.
His registrar was waiting outside the room for him. ‘Anything I can do, Cooper?’
He nodded quickly. ‘Yes. Katherine still has to deliver her placenta. Can you go and supervise for me?’
Cooper didn’t normally like to leave a patient immediately after delivery but he was still getting over the shock of seeing Melissa in the room. He walked into the nearest consulting room and closed the door behind him. Sitting at the desk, his hand automatically went to his trouser pocket where he turned his wedding ring over and over in his pocket.
What on earth was she doing here? He’d been dumbfounded when she’d walked into the room. She hadn’t even noticed him to begin with, she’d been too focused on the patient. But when she had seen him she’d looked as if she’d been hit with a ton of bricks. It was obvious she hadn’t wanted to see him again. He’d realised that as soon as he’d woken up the next morning and she’d gone. No note. No nothing. Wham! Bam! Thank you, Ma’am!
She hadn’t seemed like that type of girl. He’d almost believed she’d never had a one-night stand before. But six weeks later and with no sign of her, his opinion had changed. The last place he’d expected to see her was on the first day of his new job. Why hadn’t she told him she was a midwife? He groaned and put his head in his hands. But he hadn’t told her he was a doctor either. She had been stunned to see him.
He’d come here to be a new person. He’d wanted to be in a new place where no one knew his history. He wanted to be in a place where he had no ties. Where he could just focus on the job. This was a nightmare. Once word got out he’d slept with the ward sister he would be at the mercy of the hospital grapevine. It had been bad enough at his old post, where everyone had seemed to have a ‘wonderful single female friend who would be just perfect for him.’ He didn’t want to mix business with pleasure. He hadn’t even really decided if he was ready for the pleasure side. Cooper sighed and leaned back in his chair. This was the last thing that he wanted. He’d had experience of the hospital grapevine. The whispered words ‘That’s the consultant whose wife died’ had haunted him for months. That was why he was here. In a new place where there would be no discussion about his personal life, no interference. And now this.
He couldn’t bear it. This was the job he loved. This was the one constant in his life. This was the thing that still gave him a reason to get up in the morning, because even after everything that had happened to him, this was the job he was good at. There were patients who needed him, patients that he could save. Other doctors might have hidden away, retrained and entered a different branch of medicine, but that had never even entered his mind. His own hospital had held too many painful memories to stay, but here it was different—here a whole new set of memories was waiting to be made and he couldn’t allow anything to spoil that for him. He had to be the ultimate professional. This was work and he could manage to maintain a professional relationship with Sister Bell. Couldn’t he?
Sister Bell—that was exactly how he would think of her. Not Melissa and certainly not Missy. No. He stood up and straightened his white coat. He could do this.
Cooper’s eyes scanned over the sports arena. He’d been too late to catch Melissa at work but one of the other midwives—Andrea, after wrinkling her nose at him—had told him that she usually came for a run after work. He spotted the figure at the other side of the running track. He’d recognise that body anywhere and that thought triggered a little twist in his gut.
Just as she’d caught his eye in the pub, so she caught his eye here too. She was wearing a bright red tracksuit with a grey running vest and white trainers. Her chestnut hair was pulled up in a ponytail and he watched as she finished her lap and checked the time on her watch. He started to jog slowly around the track towards her. He didn’t even know what he was going to say. That he was sorry? That this was awkward? That every time he saw her he had flashbacks to their night together?
He watched as she sat down on the arena steps and pulled her rucksack towards her, pulling a mini chocolate bar from it and eating it in two bites. Then she leaned forward and rested her head on her arms, obviously trying to catch her breath. He slowed as he approached her; there was no time like the present.