Chapter 145 (1/2)
After a thorough examination, Dr. Singh declares me fit to go home. Christian sags with relief.
”Mrs. Grey, you'll have to watch for worsening headaches and blurry vision. If that occurs you must return to the hospital immediately.”
I nod, trying to contain my delight at going home.
As Dr. Singh leaves, Christian asks her for a quick word in the corridor. He keeps the door ajar as he asks her a question. She smiles.
”Yes, Mr. Grey, that's fine.”
He grins and returns to the room a happier man.
”What was all that about?”
”Sex,” he says, flashing a wicked grin.
Oh. I blush. ”And?”
”You're good to go.” He smirks.
Oh, Christian!
”I have a headache.” I smirk right back.
”I know. You'll be off limits for a while. I was just checking.”
Off limits? I frown at the momentary stab of disappointment I feel. I'm not sure I want to be off limits.
Nurse Nora joins us to remove my IV. She glares at Christian. I think she's one of the few women I've met who is oblivious to his charms. I thank her when she leaves with my IV stand.
”Shall I take you home?” Christian asks.
”I'd like to see Ray first.”
”Sure.”
”Does he know about the baby?”
”I thought you'd want to be the one to tell him. I haven't told your mom either.”
”Thank you.” I smile, grateful that he hasn't stolen my thunder.
”My mom knows,” Christian adds. ”She saw your chart. I told my dad but no one else. Mom said couples normally wait for twelve weeks or so . . . to be sure.” He shrugs.
”I'm not sure I'm ready to tell Ray.”
”I should warn you, he's mad as hell. Said I should spank you.”
What? Christian laughs at my appalled expression. ”I told him I'd be only too willing to oblige.”
”You didn't!” I gasp, though a memory of a whispered conversation while I was unconscious tantalizes me. Yes, Ray was here while I was laid out . . .
He winks at me. ”Here, Taylor brought you some clean clothes. I'll help you dress.”
As Christian predicted, Ray is furious. I don't ever remember him being this mad. Christian has wisely decided to leave us alone together. For such a taciturn man, Ray fills his hospital room with his invective, berating me for my irresponsible behavior. I am twelve years old again. Oh, Dad, please calm down. Your blood pressure is not up to this.
”And I've had to deal with your mother,” he grumbles, waving both of his hands in exasperation.
”Dad, I'm sorry.”