The Marriage SecretAfter three years of marriage, Emily Lynch is still wildly in love with her husband, computer magnate Finn Lynch, despite his workaholic habits. The only thorn in her side is the late nights he spends working with Maeve, his ex-wife and the mother of his child. Emily has always found Finn secretive about his relationship with Maeve ? now Emily has a secret of her own to tell Finn at their anniversary dinner. But Finn spends yet another late night with Maeve...
by Kim Lawrence
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"Isn't that nice of Maeve."
"Yes, isn't it," Finn responded absently, totally failing to detect the irony in his wife's bitter tone.
Dinner parties weren't a high priority with him at that particular moment. Sorting out his wife's health problems were.
He'd been in a state of frustrated anxiety ever since he'd received the urgent call from the head of the kindergarten. It hadn't improved matters to discover that this wasn't the first time Emily had been ill at work. Realizing she'd not seen it fit to confide in him had made Finn angrier than he'd have thought possible.
Until he'd walked into the room and seen her standing there looking heartbreakingly fragile, Finn had had every intention of reading her the riot act. One look into those big brown eyes and his righteous indignation had melted, to be replaced by an equally strong desire to shield her from any and all ills.
Well, this child was going to be a one-off. No way was Emily getting pregnant again, he decided, brooding grimly on the unacceptably high risk, major discomfort factors of pregnancy that frivolous people skimmed over.
"I don't suppose Maeve is feeling sick or fainting." Emily remarked as he placed her in the front passenger seat of the Jag.
"I don't suppose she is." Finn slid in beside her.
"I expect she's glowing."
"Probably. Try and have a nap or something, we'll be home in no time," he promised.
Emily closed her eyes but all she could see was that woman presiding over her dinner table, charming the pants off everyone, including Finn ? especially Finn!
Finn stayed while the doctor examined her, and Emily suspected the distinguished medic's noncommittal grunts frustrated him as much as they did her.
"So, what's the verdict, Alan?"
"Well, there's no need to worry."
In unison Finn and Emily sighed gustily with relief. They looked at one another and grinned.
"However, she's obviously exhausted, and her blood pressure is a little low?."
"And that is bad?" Finn cut in impatiently.
"Not necessarily, but I think you might be a trifle anemic, Emily. I'll send off the blood sample to check, but in the meantime we might start you on some iron therapy. Iron deficiency anemia is perfectly normal in pregnancy, especially when... You are sure of your dates?"
Emily nodded worriedly, sensing a big but coming.
Oh God, there's something wrong with the baby, she thought suddenly. Panic blanketed her; it was like drowning, but in the middle of it all she felt Finn's big strong hand close comfortingly over hers. Looking up, her eyes met his. His gaze was calm and soothingly confident, helping her to get a grip on her feelings.
"Well, I'd say from palpation that ? you understand that I can't say definitely without a scan?" He looked from Emily to Finn.
"For goodness' sake, man, spit it out!" Finn exploded, raking an unsteady hand through his thick hair.
"Well, you're either having a very large baby, or more likely...twins."
"Oh my God!" Finn sank down onto the bed, his face white. "Twins!" he echoed in a hollow voice. "You're sure?"
"No, I'm not sure, but I'd say the odds are heavily stacked."
Emily didn't need the scan: Call it maternal instinct, call it a gut feeling, but she knew.?