The Surgeon's Miracle Baby

Despite a few thousand dollars’ worth of suit and a tie that would cover her rent for a month, his eyes were bloodshot, his skin had a ghastly tinge to it and every muscle in his toned body screamed with tension.

‘You had a bit of a rough night, I hear.’
Mrs Bennett wasn’t the only one. Daniel would barely have left her apartment before his pager would have gone off, and performing an appendicectomy on a heavily pregnant woman in the middle of the night wasn’t exactly conducive to relaxation. As for Louise, she felt as if a train had hit her, both physically and mentally.

‘Well, if he does, remember to say yes for me,’ Louise mumbled, as he pulled down his eyeshields and, because he was male, managed to fall asleep in a matter of seconds.
Or so she thought.
‘I promise,’ Daniel said solemnly a few moments later, pulling off his eyeshields and tossing them over his shoulder, giving up on the only chance of sleep he’d had in the last twenty-four hours, ‘that if you have a Caesarean, and if Greg Harrison offers a quick nip and tuck at the same time, I’ll sign the form on your behalf!’

‘No wonder,’ Louise said, taking one very angry man from one very exhausted one. ‘He slept through the night for the first time!’

And as she watched Daniel walk over and sit beside the cot, watched as he stretched his tired body out in the chair beside his son’s cot then pulled down the side and closed his big strong hand around Declan’s tiny one, Louise knew something else.