Free Meet Me In Alaska (BWWM Pregnancy Romance) by Tasha Jones

to go out of the room. Eric walked in looking better than ever, and I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes. He strolled right over to me like it was no big deal, and I tried my hardest to pull myself together.

Chapter 12
    "So is the rumor really true, Doc? You really headed back to Florida? You haven't even spent a whole year with us." It felt like he was looking right into my thoughts, and I needed to break away from those green eyes before I caved and told him everything.
    "Yes, it turns out my parents really need me back there. Plus, I miss the warm weather and all of my friends. It just seemed like the right time, even though I'll miss all the friends I made here."
    I clasped my hands together in front of me, both to keep them from shaking and to hide my secret. I couldn't let him know now.
    "Well I hope this decision had nothing to do with me. I tried to explain. I tried everything. But you just didn't want to listen. I'm not-"
    He was interrupted when someone walked up and wrapped her arms around him from behind.
    "I've been looking for you, baby. I thought I would meet you here to say goodbye to the beloved town doctor." Melissa smiled sweetly, but her voice was filled with sarcasm. Her smile never met her pretty eyes. She looked perfect in a simple outfit of jeans and a flannel shirt. She looked like she belonged on the ranch with Eric. A place where I knew I would never fit in.
    As if I wasn't even there, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth, filling up all the space between us. My heart was beating too quickly and everything around me grew blurry. Soon I could only hear voices, and that was the last thing I remembered before the room went black.
    ***
    I could feel someone holding my hand and a soft voice talking from very close by.
    "It's okay, Malia. I'm here sweetie. Open your eyes. Everything is fine."
    I recognized Jenna's voice and wondered why she was saying those things. Slowly opening my eyes, I took in my surroundings. Jenna was sitting in a chair next to me, and I was in what appeared to be the emergency room of the nearest hospital. I had been there several times to check on patients.
    "What's going on? What happened? Is everything- oh no! The baby! Did something happen to the baby?" Panic began to set in as I realized that something awful might have happened.
    "Shhh, calm down. The baby is fine. The doctor checked for the heartbeat, and it sounded nice and strong. Your blood sugar just got a little low and you were dehydrated. You fainted at your party, and we couldn't get you to wake up. I called the ambulance, and they brought you here."
    "Oh no! How embarrassing! The last thing I remember was talking to Eric, and then he was kissing Melissa." The tears started to spill quickly down my shame-filled face.
    "Oh Malia. It's going to be fine. It's not what you think, but it's also not my place to tell you the truth. There's something I have to tell you, though."
    "What?" I was so caught up in the night's events that I didn't get worried about what she had to say.
    "When you passed out, I was so worried about you. All I could think about was the baby. When I made it across the room to you, Eric already had you in his arms on the floor, trying to get you to come to. He asked me if you had been sick, but I played dumb. When the ambulance came, they took over and started asking me a bunch of questions. I had to tell them you were pregnant. I thought Eric was gone, but when I turned around, he was right there looking shocked. He knows. And he's here."
    "He knows? No! This was the last thing I wanted. I shouldn't have let you throw me a party. I should have just made a clean break! Now what the hell am I going to do?"
    "You're going to talk to him, which is what you should have done before you even knew about the baby. I'm going out in the waiting room to send him in. I've never seen him cry until tonight. Not even when his father was sick. Just give him a chance, Malia.