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Miracle Christmas: Dr Romano's Christmas Baby
Cara Colter
Shirley Jump
Amy Andrews
Dr Romano’s Christmas Baby Seeing his wife Rilla again, Luca knows she’s the only one for him. They’d drifted apart years ago but with emotions riding high, they spend a special night together and Rilla falls pregnant…This tiny new life brings a new hope – can they become a family again by Christmas? Miracle on Christmas Eve Jessica has tried to put on a brave face, but she misses the joy that love can bring at Christmas. Until a handsome stranger in need of a Christmas miracle touches her heart… C.J. has a twinkle in his eyes that suggests a Christmas surprise… Their Christmas Wish Come TrueKirsten runs the Secret Santa Society and loves making others happy. She knows opening your heart can be painful, but her secret wish is to find a special man to share Christmas with… Will a kiss under the mistletoe with new volunteer Michael be her wish come true…?
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Miracle Christmas
Dr Romano’s Christmas Baby
Amy Andrews
Miracle On Christmas Eve
Shirley Jump
Their Christmas Wish Come True
Cara Colter
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Dr Romano’s
Christmas Baby
Amy Andrews
Dear Reader,
Welcome to Brisbane General Hospital!
In Dr Romano’s Christmas Baby, Rilla’s carefully ordered world is turned upside down when, after seven years apart, her gorgeous husband Luca reappears as Brisbane General’s new Director of Emergency Medicine. The seething sexual tension between them cannot be denied—and neither is prepared for the consequences. Will Rilla and Luca get a much deserved happily-ever-after in their Christmas stockings? I hope you enjoy finding out.
Wishing all my readers a very merry Christmas and the best for the new year.
Amy Andrews
About the Author
AMY ANDREWS has always loved writing, and still can’t quite believe that she gets to do it for a living. Creating wonderful heroines and gorgeous heroes and telling their stories is an amazing way to pass the day. Sometimes they don’t always act as she’d like them to—but then neither do her kids, so she’s kind of used to it. Amy lives in the very beautiful Samford Valley, with her husband and aforementioned children, along with six brown chooks and two black dogs. She loves to hear from her readers. Drop her a line at www.amyandrews.com.au.
To my sister-in-law Emily, one of my
biggest supporters.
And to all those health care professionals who man our hospitals over
Christmas while everyone else is making
merry. Extra-special Christmas joy to all of you.
CHAPTER ONE
‘I CAN’T believe I’ve still got a month to go,’ Beth puffed disgustedly as her legs plodded on down the bushy track, her hand kneading the small of her back. ‘I feel like I’ve been pregnant for ever. Now I know how elephants feel.’
Rilla looked at her sister and stifled a laugh. She’d never seen Beth look more beautiful. ‘Pregnancy becomes you,’ she said, patting her sister’s swollen belly.
Rilla felt a rush of emotion at the firm swelling beneath her hand and a twinge in her chest that had nothing to do with the exertion of the walk.
Beth shot Rilla a don’t-patronise-the-expectant-mother look. ‘Oh, yeah. Morning sickness, heartburn, backache and varicose veins. Very becoming,’ Beth muttered. ‘And to top it off I’ve got this damn head cold.’ She blew her nose on a tissue. ‘I mean, who gets a cold in September, for crying out loud?’
Rilla laughed, startling a nearby parrot, which took to the air with an indignant cry and a blur of crimson wings. ‘You should be at home with your feet up, not trampling through the bush with me.’
‘I’m going stir-crazy at home with nothing to do. I could have still been at work but Gabe insisted I take the full six weeks’ maternity leave.’
‘He likes to fuss.’ Rilla shrugged.
‘He’s driving me mad.’
Rilla grinned at the thought of her brother-in-law in full don’t-even-lift-a-paperclip mode. She stumbled over a tree root hidden beneath a carpet of leaf litter and fell behind Beth a little. She looked up to see her sister steaming ahead, still tall and straight as a stick from behind, despite the advanced pregnancy.
So unlike her own shorter, curvier proportions. Rilla had no doubt she’d be well up to the waddling stage by now. If only.
‘Anyway, I’m sick of talking about me. Let’s talk about something else.’
‘OK, sure.’ Rilla shrugged again. ‘What do you want to talk about?’
‘Let’s talk about you.’
Rilla frowned. ‘What about me?’
‘We’re worried about you, Ril.’
Rilla looked at her older sister. ‘We?’
‘The family. All of us.’
Rilla groaned. She’d been set up. ‘So you’re the emissary, are you?’
‘Come on, Ril. We love you. Of course we worry. You’ve been working hard for years to get the NUM job but the last few months, since the position came up, you’ve been working yourself into the ground. Then there was all the stress of the interview last week. Not to mention the divorce papers and taking off your wedding ring. We all know what a big step that was for you. If you’re not careful, you’ll be heading for a breakdown.’
‘I’m fine,’ Rilla said testily.
‘You don’t sound like it. Maybe you need to talk about it? About him?’ Beth said gently.
‘I do not want to talk about Luca,’ Rilla said tersely.
She didn’t even want to think about her estranged husband. The fact that she would be working with him again in a couple of weeks was causing enough angst. Only a matter of days until her world would once again tilt on its axis.
‘Have you heard from him yet? Where’s he going to be living?’ Beth persisted.
‘I suppose back at the flat … I don’t know. And I don’t care. I have better things to do than think about Luca Romano,’ Rilla retorted.
‘Which is why we’re walking to the very waterfall where he proposed to you eight years ago,’ Beth pointed out.
‘Hey,’ Rilla protested. ‘You wanted to go for a bush walk. I’m not David Attenborough. This is the only one I know.’
Beth raised an eyebrow. ‘It just seems a little … Freudian,’ she suggested.
The irony of their destination hadn’t been lost on her either, but Rilla refused to dignify her sister’s statement with a comment. The memories of the day Luca had brought her here were particularly powerful as she walked along. So much so she could swear she caught the occasional whiff of the unique aftershave Luca had always favoured.
They walked in silence for a few moments. The smell of eucalyptus, wattle and damp earth mingled to form a unique bushy fragrance. The heavy warmth of the September day was tempered by the thick canopy above. It filtered the sun’s intensity, allowing only a sprinkle of sunlight to bathe the path.
A bellbird tinkled in the background, complementing the persistent hum of insect song. A kookaburra laughed in the distance. The track was deserted on this Friday morning but come tomorrow it would be bustling with weekend tourists and city slickers keen for a slice of the great outdoors.
‘So he starts in a fortnight?’ Beth asked.
Rilla sighed and resigned herself to a grilling. ‘Apparently.’
‘And you haven’t heard a word from him?’
‘I haven’t spoken to Luca in seven years, you know that.’
Not since he’d gone back to Italy after they’d both acknowledged it was over. Even the divorce papers had been handled via his lawyer. ‘If Dad hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t even have known he’d applied for the job.’
Beth whistled. ‘Seven years. That’s a long time.’
‘Tell me about it,’ Rilla griped, feeling every day of the intervening years.
Beth put her arm around Rilla. ‘It’s such a big step—divorce. I know it hasn’t been easy for you, Ril. Are you OK?’
Rilla felt tears prick at her eyes. ‘Sure,’ she said huskily.
They walked in silence for a few minutes. Beth stopped to hold her stomach as she sneezed and Rilla waited for her to blow her nose and resume their pace.
‘Why now? For the papers?’ Beth asked, under way again. ‘You never really said.’
Rilla shrugged. ‘I guess it’s like you and Hails have been saying—I need closure. I think turning thirty a few months ago made me realise that I’m not young any more. I want to get married and have a baby. Seeing you pregnant had really bought that home.’
Rilla’s arm brushed against her sister’s pregnant girth and she felt a deep well of longing rise within her and tears threatened again. The miscarriage she’d had at twenty-two hurt more acutely than ever. The thought of never fulfilling her biological purpose was deeply, deeply devastating.
‘I’m just in this kind of … limbo. I think I’ve finally recognised that I need to draw that part of my life to a close and get on with the rest of it. I can’t go forward with my past dragging me back all the time.’
Rilla felt Beth’s arm tighten around her shoulders and she felt immensely comforted as they trudged along the track.
‘And so pretty soon you’re going to be seeing him every day,’ Beth stated a few minutes later.
‘Yes,’ Rilla agreed, feeling utterly miserable. The sadness and guilt and tumult as their fledgling marriage had fallen apart seemed suddenly magnified by their absolute silence over the intervening years.
She’d thought she was over their brief, albeit intense relationship. Thought she was past it. She’d finally filed for divorce, hadn’t she? But his imminent reappearance was unsettling.
‘Maybe there’s a chance you two will …’
Rilla stopped walking and turned to Beth. She felt the years slip away. All the hurt and pain coming back in one violent rush.
‘Too many years have gone by, Beth. We were like strangers at the end. We shouldn’t have rushed in like we did, and getting pregnant so soon …’
She looked at Beth’s belly, swollen with Gabe’s baby and felt a stab of jealousy mix with her despair over the loss of Luca’s baby. She wasn’t twenty-two any more and Rilla wished for the hundredth time she could go back and live that time over again.
‘We were doomed from the beginning.’
‘He hasn’t signed the papers, though, has he?’ Beth countered.
Rilla shrugged, at a loss to explain why he hadn’t. She’d been expecting him to initiate proceedings years before and she’d most certainly expected him to sign the papers and end their dead-as-a-doornail marriage posthaste.
‘Maybe he regrets the things that happened? That he withdrew from you? He was hurting, Rilla,’ Beth said gently.
Rilla knew how much her family had adored her husband despite their initial qualms over the hasty match. And Beth in particular had always had a soft spot for Luca.
‘So was I.’
Beth put her arm around Rilla’s shoulders again. ‘I know. Come on.’ She pulled Rilla along with her. ‘We’re nearly there. I can hear the water.’
They came into a shady clearing carved from the thick bush land dominated by water cascading down a massive rock face into a crystal-clear pool beneath. Big flat boulders edged the waterhole. A slight breeze ruffled the tops of the canopy and revealed glimpses of an azure sky and cotton-wool clouds.
‘Wow, this is beautiful!’ Beth exclaimed in a hushed awe.
It was lush and vibrant. The abundant foliage looked as if it had been there since the dawn of time, its dark green opulence like a magical jewel, whispering of ancient times. Birdsong echoed around the still clearing, which was like a prehistoric amphitheatre, rustling through the leaves with a resonance more magnificent than a choir of angels.
It was perfect. A testament to the creativity of Mother Nature. Rilla felt as if they’d walked into the Garden of Eden. It was hard to imagine that such a paradise could exist in the centre of a thriving city, Mt Cootha being a mere ten-minute drive from the CBD.
‘I’d forgotten how beautiful it is here,’ Rilla said, her quiet voice invading the vibrant stillness.
‘Well, Luca always did have an eye for beautiful things,’ Beth said, grinning at her sister.
Rilla smiled a watery smile and they stood arm in arm, absorbing the wild beauty for a few moments.
‘Come on.’ Rilla roused herself. ‘Let’s sit.’
Beth nodded. ‘I brought some sandwiches and cool drinks.’
They took their shoes and socks off and Rilla supported Beth as she lowered herself down to one of the many smooth boulders that formed a natural rim to the pool.
