Carrying The Surgeon's Baby. Amy Ruttan

have the surgical scrubs, Dr. West.”

      “Thanks,” Ryan said, taking them from the intern. “Can you prep an operating room for me?”

      “Of course, Dr. Gary.” Dr. Teal left and Emily glared at him.

      “She’s a surgical intern. She’s here to learn under my guidance today.”

      “And isn’t it her job to prep the operating room? It was when I was a surgical intern,” Ryan said.

      Emily’s eyes narrowed. “You’ll want a resident. Dr. Sharipova is one of the best and most promising pediatric surgical residents. He’s been an invaluable asset to me.”

      “Thank you. I’m sure he’ll be great help, but I would also like you in there. I was told that you would be in the operating room with me on this and I told the patients’ parents that the best pediatric surgeon on the western seaboard would be assisting me in the operating room.”

      “Of course I’ll be in there.”

      “Good.” There was more that he wanted to say to her, but he didn’t want to say it in the middle of the ICU with patients and other staff members around them. This was not the place to talk about their baby or their marriage.

      Of course, after calling her his wife in front of her surgical intern that secret was going to spread around the hospital like wildfire.

      “Can you show me a place I can get changed into my scrubs and possibly store my stuff? All my luggage is being shipped to my rental in Seattle, so I don’t have a bag or much with me.”

      Her expression softened again. “Sure, I’ll show you where the attendings’ lounge is. Follow me.”

      Emily could feel all the eyes on her as she and Ryan left the ICU. She was pretty sure that most of the staff by now knew what he’d called her. Not that she could blame Dr. Teal for saying something. It was pretty shocking and she felt bad that Amanda had been mixed up in that tense moment.

      She was feeling bad for calling Ryan out and for putting Amanda into the middle of all those emotions she was feeling.

      Although she’d never used therapeutic hypothermia on a patient, she shouldn’t have questioned his tactics. He was a brilliant surgeon. Her reaction was not keeping her emotions out of the mix. If anything, it was causing more problems.

      Her plan had been to treat Ryan like any colleague and it was rare that she called out another practitioner on their methods in public like that. Especially when neurosurgery was not her specialty. And especially since it wasn’t even about that. She was angry he’d never responded to her and then he’d made her look like a fool in front of Dr. Teal. She’d hated it when Robert had done that to her.

      Usually she was calm, cool and collected. She prided herself on professional behavior. Behavior she’d worked so hard to learn. What she’d just pulled was not her usual behavior and she was annoyed with herself for letting her emotions get the better of her.

      The attendings’ lounge was, mercifully, empty.

      “There’s an empty cubby over there.” She pointed to the one that was furthest from the door but she stayed close to the door, because it was an escape route.

      “Thanks.” Ryan walked over to the cubby, slipped off his leather jacket and placed it inside. “I did get one message, by the way.”

      That shocked her. “Oh?”

      “The divorce papers.”

      “But not news of my pregnancy. I sent you ten emails.”

      “I told you the night we got married that I had to catch a flight. I was overseas and in an area where internet connection was spotty. I wasn’t trying to ignore you.”

      He was unbuttoning his shirt to put on his scrubs and Emily tried not to watch. She wanted to believe him.

      “I’d had a lot to drink that night. I don’t remember you telling me that.”

      “I remember, sort of. I guess we’ both had a lot to drink that night because an Elvis impersonator married us? Really? That sounds tacky.” It was a joke meant to break the tension and it did.

      A smile tugged at the corners of her lips and she couldn’t help but laugh just a little. “Right. Completely tacky.”

      “I’m glad you decided to keep the baby,” he said softly.

      “Of course I would.”

      A strange expression crossed his face as he slipped off his shirt and then pulled his scrub top over his head. For a moment Emily thought that he didn’t quite believe that she would’ve kept this baby. Everyone had a choice, but she knew she’d wanted this child the moment the stick had turned blue.

      Was it planned? No, but she was happy to be pregnant. She liked kids, which was why she’d become a pediatric surgeon.

      “After this surgery we really need to sit down and talk,” he said.

      “Right. About the conjoined twins. I have to go over the chart...”

      He cocked an eyebrow. “What’re you talking about?”

      “The conjoined twins case. What’re you talking about?”

      “I’m talking about our marriage and the baby.”

      Her heart skipped a beat and she could feel the warmth creeping up her necks into her cheeks. “Ryan, we don’t have a marriage.”

      “We’re still married. We can’t get an annulment and I’m not sure about signing the divorce papers.”

       Of course.

      He had to make this difficult by not signing the papers. It was frustrating.

      “Is that what you want to talk about? You want to talk about the divorce? It’s all laid out in the papers.”

      “No, I don’t want to talk about a divorce, Emily,” he said in frustration. “I want to talk about you and me and the baby. About what we should do.”

      She couldn’t help but laugh at that. “There is no you and I, Ryan. We made a silly mistake in Vegas.”

      “I don’t think it was silly,” he said seriously.

      “What? You can’t be serious.”

      “I am serious, Emily. I want to raise our baby...” He paused and looked a bit uncertain. “I want us to raise our baby together.”

       CHAPTER THREE

      EMILY DIDN’T WANT to talk about it. She thought the whole idea was absurd. He wanted to talk about their relationship? He wanted to make it work? To raise a baby together? They didn’t have a relationship. They’d met, had a few drinks and had a one-night stand. And she wasn’t even sure she totally believed him about not getting her emails.

       He’d acted surprised, though.

      Although Robert had been a good actor too. She’d been duped before. Emily bit her lip. She wasn’t sure what to think.

      Other than the work he’d published and the talks she’d listened to, she knew nothing about him and he knew nothing about her. That was not the basis for any kind of relationship. Her parents were best friends. They’d taken their time to get to know each other and they’d had a long, happy marriage.

      They still had a good marriage.

      Ryan and she didn’t have that.

      They’d had one night together. That was the basis for nothing.

      There was a tiny kick and she looked down at her belly. Well, maybe it wasn’t completely nothing, but still she didn’t want to talk about this with