Pregnant With The Paramedic's Baby

“I’ll come too,” Kody assured her. “We both should be checked out.”

Sandra didn’t say much. It was almost as if she was angry with him. He had promised that there would be no awkwardness between them, but that seemed to be the opposite of what was happening here.

And he didn’t like it one bit.

They were taken to the hospital where Sandra worked. She was immediately taken off to have a CT scan; even if she was constantly insisting to the trauma doctors on duty that the wound was superficial, they wouldn’t listen to her. It was protocol, and she had some symptoms of a concussion.

Kody was checked over and Sally went off to tell his in-laws and Lucy that he was okay and had been found. They were eventually placed side by side in the same trauma pod, just a curtain separating them.

He snuck out of his bed and opened the curtain next to him. Sandra was lying in bed and waiting for test results. She looked highly annoyed. Those delicious lips of hers were pursed and she was staring up at the ceiling, her hands folded across her stomach.

“Hey,” he said gently.

She glanced at him. “I told them it was nothing, but they won’t listen to me.”

He chuckled. “I told you that doctors are the worst patients.”

She smiled quickly then, before it disappeared. “Are you okay?”

“They ran a blood test to see. I had a scrape on my leg. I didn’t even feel it, but it was dirty...wading around in the mud trying to save people’s lives.” He winked at her. “I’ll probably get some antibiotics via IV.”

She nodded and held up her hand that had an IV started. “Probably, like me. Just waiting until they tell me the CT was clear and I can get a cab to take me home since my car was washed down Burl’s Creek.”

“They found it and are retrieving it. Your insurance should cover it.”

Sandra sighed. “So that female paramedic, is she your partner?”

“Sally? No, I don’t work with her.”

Sandra frowned. “She seemed so worried about you. More than a colleague should be...”

He grinned then. “Dr. Fraser, are you jealous of my baby sister?”

Her eyes widened. “Your sister? You called her Sweet Pea!”

“It’s a name my entire family calls her.” He chuckled. “She’s my sister, which is why we’re not partners and why we never work on the same shift. She moved out here after her divorce and she helps with my daughter as well. Also, she’s stolen my best friend, Ross, out from under me too.”

“Oh.” He thought that he saw a brief moment of relief there.

“You were jealous, weren’t you?” he teased.

She glared at him indignantly. “I was not. Okay, perhaps just a bit. I was worried that I...”

“What?” he asked.

She lowered her voice. “That I slept with someone else’s partner. I never want to be the other woman.”

“No need to worry,” he said gently.

That struck a chord with him. He couldn’t blame her for feeling guilty. Heck, he felt guilty for what had happened, and he was a widower, but there was a part of him, deep down, that thought she sort of was another woman compared to Jenny. He had never felt this way about someone since Jenny died. It scared him that she’d got under his skin.