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Lorenzo sat down on the sofa and leaned toward Sarah, very gently nudging the glass of orange juice in her direction again. Sarah shot him a warning glance, and Lorenzo grinned slightly. "I'm not trying to bully you into drinking a glass of orange juice, Sarah ," he said softly. "I just thought that you looked a bit parched." Sarah gritted her teeth and sheer perversity kept her from picking up the glass and quenching her thirst. Lorenzo said nothing further, merely leaned back in his chair with a soft sigh. "So what did the doctor really say yesterday?" He asked after a pause. "I'm slightly anemic and that's what's causing the dizziness. He adjusted my diet to include more iron," Sarah responded quietly, and Lorenzo nodded. "Everything else is normal?" Lorenzo asked after another short pause. "Yes." "You'd tell me if it wasn't?" "Yes." Lorenzo seemed satisfied with her answer and smiled slightly. "Thank you." Sarah sighed and nodded an acknowledgment of his thanks.

"I won't be able to go to the doctor with you today, Sarah," Lorenzo informed Sarah while they were having breakfast in the sunny conservatory the following morning. Sarah would never have admitted it, but she had really been relying on having Lorenzo there that day. Sarah was in her sixteenth week of pregnancy and had been scheduled for a precautionary amniocentesis that day. She was a nervous wreck about the procedure and even though Sarah knew the risk of complications was very low, it was still there. While her logical mind told her that her baby would be fine, she was still dreading the possible outcome of the test. Lorenzo had been a rock during Sarah’s first ultrasound the month before, holding her hand while Lorenzo listened to the whooshing sound of their baby's heartbeat for the first time and squeezing it tightly when they had seen of the fragile fluttering on the black-and-white monitor. The doctor hadn't been able to determine the baby's sex or designation but Sara

"We should have your results in a couple of weeks," the Doctor continued cheerfully. "We'll contact you when they arrive." "Do you think I'm at risk for another miscarriage?" Sarah suddenly asked, and the doctor looked surprised by her question. "Not at all." He shook his head vehemently. "But the last time..." Sarah began shakily. “...was just one of those tragic things that sometimes happen in life. You're healthy and your baby looks healthy. There's absolutely no reason you shouldn't carry to term and deliver a perfect baby. Now onto happier topics; would you like to know the baby's sex or designation? The Doctor said cutting her off. "You could tell?" Sarah asked with a smile. "The image was as clear as a bell today." He nodded indulgently. "No." Lorenzo shook his head. "I'd rather not know." "But Lorenzo..." Sarah turned to him in surprise but Lorenzo refused to meet her eyes. "Why don't you want to know?" "It makes no difference." Nothing Lorenzo could hav

Sarah was lost in thought, humming a gentle lullaby while she continued to stroke the small baby bump, when she gradually became aware of a presence in the open door. Sarah gasped in surprise, not sure how long Lorenzo had been standing there. Lorenzo stepped forward almost reluctantly, his handsome face more grim than usual. For a man who usually had his emotions sealed up tight, he looked like someone who was struggling mightily to keep his expression absolutely neutral. But the muscles bunching in his jaw, the cords tightening in his neck, and his thinned lips were strong indicators of how hard he was fighting to keep whatever he was feeling hidden. Fascinated by the incredibly bad job Lorenzo was doing of pretending to appear completely detached, Sarah was still absently running a hand over her stomach when she gasped and jumped for a completely different reason. All pretense of detachment tossed aside, Lorenzo’s face paled and his eyes darkened in alarm as he surged toward

Now that nobody was around to witness it, Sarah felt free to laugh at the image Lorenzo presented. He looked like an underdressed, forlorn clown with those balloons clutched in his hand. "What?" Lorenzo asked, the grim facade melting away in the face of Sarah’s amusement. "It's just...those balloons, Lorenzo." She snorted, trying to control the giggles. Lorenzo’s own devastating grin lit up his face. "I know, right?" Lorenzo shook his head sadly as he tied the balloons to Sarah’s bedpost. "A hospital without a single 'get-well-soon' balloon in sight. Craziness." "Thank you for them anyway. They always brighten up a room." "I remember you saying that when you talked about a friend's tenth birthday party. You wanted some for your own..." But Sarah hadn't even had a party that year, much less balloons. She didn't even know why she'd confessed that sorry tale to Lorenzo. There was an awkward silence while Lorenzo stood hovering by her bedside. "You don't have to stay, Loren