And it undid her. Imogen sobbed freely now. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Well, it is,” the technician broke in, handing a few pieces of paper to Imogen. Photographs. She stared at them in total wonderment, barely registering as he toweled her stomach dry. “You can get dressed again. I’ll send the results to your Obstetrician and she’ll be in touch.”
“Thank you.” He nodded, still barely smiling, and strode from the room.
“Oh, God, baby,” Theo reached down and kissed Imogen hard, his fingers splayed on either side of her face as he held her close. He pressed his forehead to hers and smiled, his eyes suspiciously moist. “This is crazy.”
“Good crazy,” she agreed.
“The best.” He laughed and then he scooped her up, holding her to his chest in the tightest hug Imogen had ever known.
And she hugged him right back.
“Would you like to go out and celebrate?”
Imogen thought about it for almost a second before shaking her head. “If it’s all the same with you, I think I’d rather stay in and celebrate.”
Theo lifted his head apart just enough to meet her eyes and the look of complete need there undid him. “Yeah.” A gruff acknowledgement. “Let’s go home.”
His Aston Martin was just outside the clinic, parked on double yellow lines, a fact which brought a small smile to Imogen’s face. “How did I know you’d be that kind of guy?”
“What kind of guy is that?” He held the passenger door open for her and she paused in the triangle created by his body.
“The kind of jerk who parks illegally.”
“Or am I the kind of conscientious father-to-be who would never dream of being late for a medical appointment?” He wiggled his thick brows and she grinned.
“I guess you can be both.” She conceded, sitting down into the comfortable leather seat, fumbling the photographs out of the crisp white envelope and staring at the picture of their baby with a heart that was already full to bursting.
When Theo took the seat beside her and revved the car, she angled her body a little, so that she could study him. “Hey?”
He paused, midway through maneuvering the car away from the pavement.
“Hey?” He responded, prompting her to continue.
“Are you going to tell me why you smell like you got in a fight, and lost, with a case of wine?”
He made a guttural sound which could have been amusement or simply acknowledgement. “I’m not sure I want to ruin the moment.”
Imogen paused, her spidey-senses tingling with apprehension. “What? What happened?”
“Marie.” He winced, sending Imogen a look of bemusement. “She heard about our situation.”
“Oh.” His ex-wife. “She was upset?”
“She has no reason to be upset.” His fingers gripped the wheel tight, and then he forced a smile to his face. “She didn’t want kids. I did. It was a deal-breaker.”
“I thought you said you were trying for a baby?”
His smile was tight, but everything about him was determined to shut the conversation down.
“She didn’t want children,” he said again, more firmly, yet still quietly, so that she had to strain to catch his words.
Alarm bells screeched inside Imogen. “That’s why you left her?”
“Our marriage ended for many reasons, but yes. It played a part.”
“And now I’m pregnant,” she said with a small shake of her head. “You must feel so conflicted.”