Love Turns With Twisted Fates 2 Read Free

“you’re free to leave. I’ll leave your release papers at the nurse’s
station.”
    “Are you sure, Dr. Sledge?” this time it’s Diego with the
concern in his voice.
    “Yes, Mr. Santo,” he assures my husband. “It is not uncommon
for a pregnant woman to be anemic or faint as a result of the anemia.”
    I can feel the relief the words give Diego as he relaxes his
vice grip on my hand.
    “You take care now, Mrs. Santo. Santo Feo ,” his use
of Diego’s on field nickname telling us he knows who Diego is, “I look forward
to seeing you on the pitch.” He’s out the door without another word.
    “A baby?” we say simultaneously, the shock and glee evident
on both our faces.
    “Well, I guess I had a surprise for you, too.”
    We chuckle together. Diego’s eyes are glossy. I can only
assume the news is as overwhelming to his emotions as the news is to mine. The
fluorescent light catches in his eyes. They sparkle like chocolate diamonds. He
leans down and places a kiss on my forehead as he sits on the bed beside me. I
snuggle into his hovering shoulder unable to hold back the tears. Diego trails
kisses down my tear-streaked cheek, landing on my lips for a tight kiss melding
into one with increasing passion being strung between us. The way he holds my
cheek makes me feel like he wants to worship me—and my body.
    “Izzy, you’re going to be the best mom ever. How could—”
    “Izzy,” calls out Grace, “the nurse said you could have a
visitor now. My niece is on her way here to pick me up, but I wanted to make
sure you were feeling better.” She studies our flushed pallor and my
tear-stained cheeks. “You’re pregnant,” she declares.
    Her astute observation makes our smiles grow wider. There’s
no hiding it now. Not right now, when the news has installed perma-grins on our
faces. “Such wonderful news!”
    While I’m visiting with Grace in the hospital room, Diego
leaves for what I thought was a bathroom break. However, he has returned with
two books in tow and a teddy bear and I’m no longer sure of his reason for
leaving. He holds up the two books: What to Expect When You’re Expecting and The Expectant Father: Tips and Advice for Dads-to-Be . Grace, Nurse
Kitty, and I chuckle at his eagerness to be prepared.
    “Okay, Izzy,” says Nurse Kitty entering the room, “the doc
has cleared you to go home.” She hands me some paperwork and I go through them,
autographing the necessary pages. Nurse Kitty is going on and on about my
pregnancy.
    Grace excuses herself when her niece arrives. We breeze
through our farewells, because Kitty is running me through what I’ll need to do
and pick up, but I hear Grace promise to stop by and check on us tomorrow.
    Loaded down with paperwork explaining the necessity of
prenatal vitamins and iron supplements, Diego leads me out of the emergency
room, his right arm wrapped protectively around my back. We’re stepping through
the automatic doors and directly into a waiting taxi.
    “Let’s get you back to the hotel,” Diego breaks the silence.
“We’ll order room service. What are you craving?” His eyebrows quirk up when he
realizes what he’s asked, “Wait, are you having cravings?”
    With a sigh, I share with him my dilemma. “I’d love a big fat
greasy burger, but my head and my stomach are not in agreement.” I further
explain that the very thought of meat makes me incredibly nauseated.
    “How about breakfast for dinner?”
    “Actually…I could go for some French toast.” With the look
Diego gives me, you’d think I just asked for dirt or detergent for dinner. Of
course, I know why he’s looking at me as if I grew a second head; I never eat French toast.
    He’s shaking his head. “It starts,” he drawls out jokingly.
    Taking in the lights of this new city, new country, I’m
overwhelmed by all the changes this day has brought me, brought us. My mind
wanders to the little room across the way from the master bedroom at the house
Diego