REBECCA WINTERS lives in Salt Lake City, Utah. With canyons and high alpine meadows full of wildflowers, she never runs out of places to explore. They, plus her favourite vacation spots in Europe, often end up as backgrounds for her romance novels because writing is her passion, along with her family and church. Rebecca loves to hear from readers. If you wish to e-mail her, please visit her website at: www.cleanromances.net
Along Came Twins
Rebecca Winters
ISBN: 978-1-472-00475-8
ALONG CAME TWINS
© 2013 Rebecca Winters
Published in Great Britain 2020
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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Contents
“DR. SAVAKIS? Thank you for seeing me at the end of your busy day. When Dr. Creer, my doctor in Philadelphia, told me I was pregnant with twins, no one could have been more surprised than I was. You wouldn’t know that since my last visit to you before I left Athens, I filed for divorce. It will be final in a few days.”
Her fertility doctor shook his balding head. “After such a joyous outcome, what a pity, Mrs. Petralia. I remember how excited you both were to know your allergy problem didn’t have to interfere with your ability to conceive. Now that you’re pregnant, I’m extremely sorry to hear this news.”
No one could be sorrier than she was, but she didn’t want to discuss it. “I still need to tell my husband, but it isn’t the kind of thing he should hear over the phone. That’s why I’m here in Greece for a few days.”
“I see.”
“I wanted to pay you a visit to let you know the procedure worked. After all we went through together, naturally I wanted to give you my personal thanks.” Her voice caught. “It’s been a dream of mine to have a baby. Despite my failed marriage, I’m ecstatic over this pregnancy. Leandros will be thrilled, too. As you know, his first wife died carrying their unborn child, and he lost them both. Without your help, this miracle would never have happened.”
She should have gone to Leandros first with the news, but decided that by coming to their doctor to tell him her marriage was over, it would make the divorce more real somehow and help her to face Leandros.
Dr. Savakis eyed her soberly through his bifocals. “I’m glad for you and pleased you phoned to see me. How are you feeling?”
“Since the doctor prescribed pills that help my nausea, I’m much better.”
He smiled. “Good. You’ll need to take extra care of yourself now.”
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