by Tina Beckett
A night like no other...
A miracle she’s dreamed of!
Knowing she may never have children isn’t easy for midwife Carly Eliston, but devoting her life to helping other mothers realize that dream is fulfillment enough. Until she begins working alongside sexy neurosurgeon Adem Kepler! The cautious yet charismatic bachelor challenges Carly to let her hair down... One night of amazing passion later, Carly’s in for a miraculous shock—she’s carrying Adem’s baby!
London Hospital Midwives
Delivering miracles and meeting their match!
In Queen Victoria Hospital’s maternity wing, midwives and friends Esther, Carly, Chloe and Izzy deliver miracles every day—but haven’t found their own happily-ever-afters!
All that’s about to change when some unexpected arrivals of the tall, dedicated and handsome kind shake up the maternity ward and the lives—and hearts—of these amazing midwives!
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Dear Reader,
Have you ever been disappointed by a dream not coming to fruition and given up on it ever happening? What if that dream suddenly appeared a little while afterward, but the timing and circumstances were nothing like you’d expected them to be?
That is exactly what midwife Carly Eliston is facing. And things are not going to be filled with wonder and party favors like she’d imagined. But she is tough and independent and has a knack for turning the impossible into the possible.
Thank you for joining Adem and Carly as they chart a course into the future that neither of them envisioned. And maybe...just maybe they’ll find a little something extra during their journey. I hope you love reading their story as much as I loved writing it.
Enjoy!
Tina Beckett
Miracle Baby for the Midwife
Tina Beckett
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To my husband...as always
Praise for Tina Beckett
“Every medical romance I’ve read by Ms. Beckett has entertained me from start to finish, as she writes complex characters with interesting back stories, compelling dialogue that has me enjoying the growing relationship between the two main characters, and challenging obstacles for the characters to overcome and this story was no different.”
—Harlequin Junkie on One Night to Change Their Lives
Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
EXCERPT FROM BEST FRIEND TO ROYAL BRIDE BY ANNIE CLAYDON
PROLOGUE
ADEM KEPLER REMEMBERED the car ride like it was yesterday. The rough blanket from his bed had rubbed his cheek raw as he tried to brace himself against the bumps on the dirt road he’d once called home.
His dad’s breathless call had set the wheels in motion, the flashing lights of the plane that had sent them on a flight to a new country. A new home. He hadn’t realized at the time just how sick his younger brother was until he was several years older.
But at fifteen, all he really knew was that his mother’s tears seemed endless and his dad had a white pinched look around his mouth that said his family’s whole world was about to change. Looking back, he could see it was a blessing in disguise and the flight into the night had saved Basir’s life.
He’d had no idea of any of that at the time.
But he did now. Brain tumors knew no nationality. No financial status. No gender. All he remembered was the powerlessness and anger he’d felt as he left all of his friends behind.
The first years had been hard. Learning a new language. A new culture. But slowly, the angry teenager became a man who understood the sacrifice his parents had made, even though he’d hated it at the time. Where the seriousness of Basir’s condition should have brought the family together, it had taken an already strained marriage and turned it into a battleground. They were too proud to seek outside help, so the arguments and fights had morphed into silence and resentment. His dad had lost himself in the restaurant he’d opened, spending more and more time away from the house.
Many of Adem’s decisions had been the product of his childhood, even his decision to go into neurosurgery. And it was also why he’d petitioned the administrator of London’s Queen Victoria Hospital to open a clinic in one of the city’s poorest neighborhoods. When asked if he’d head up the project and run with it he’d jumped at the chance, becoming the clinic’s director.
He could make a difference for people like Basir. He believed that. If he had anything to do with it, this new clinic would minister to those in crisis, whether it be illnesses, family relations or pregnancy. It was where his heart was. He might not have been able to fix his parents’ problems—or the fallout from it in his own life—but maybe he could help others avoid some of those pitfalls.
If Adem could change one person’s life for the better—just one—it would be worth it.
It had been his mantra as he settled into medical school, as he’d done his training and as he managed the clinic.
And he would allow nothing to come between him and that goal.
Ever.
CHAPTER ONE
Five years later
CARLY ELISTON WALKED through the halls of the NICU of the Queen Victoria Hospital holding a clothes hanger in one hand, while draping the bottom portion of a long slinky dress over the other arm. Navy blue with a scattering of sequins across the bodice, it had been an impulse buy—something for herself—after wearing three different bridesmaids’ dresses. Four years later, that blue gown still had the tags on it when she’d loaned it to her friend. She’d told Esther she didn’t need to return the dress, but her friend had insisted. It wasn’t like Carly would need it any time soon. And evidently it had made a bigger hit than her friend had expected, since she and Harry Beaumont were in love and headed toward marriage.
Maybe the dress was enchanted. If so, Carly should wear it herself. She shook her head. No, she didn’t need a man in her life right now. One failed relationship was more than enough. Fortunately her ex-fiancé had moved on to another hospital and a new love. Rumor had it that he was now happily
married with a child of his own on the way. It was what he’d said he wanted most: a family...children.
For Carly, scarring and one lost ovary made the proposition of that ever happening iffy, although Kyle swore that wasn’t the reason for the breakup. She’d gotten the old “It’s not you, it’s me” explanation. Maybe he just hadn’t realized how hard it would be for her to get pregnant. They’d tried. For over a year. The harder things got, the more rigid and regimented her life became in an effort to somehow force her body to comply—to will that remaining ovary to function. And each time her period came, she became more desperate. Until Kyle finally...
Ugh! Old news, Carly. Get moving.
The feeling that she needed to shake her life up—to make a change—had never been so strong as it was right now.
When Carly leaned against the door and tried to juggle the dress so she could reach the latch, it suddenly swung outward, causing her to careen into someone on the other side.
A man.
Landing hard against his chest, she gave a quick glance up. Adem Kepler. Perfect. The doctor in charge of Victoria Clinic where she normally worked. Adem had kind of a playboy reputation—one which made her avoid him whenever she could. His relationships were “all fluff and no substance” according to reports. If there was anyone she wanted this dress to work its magic on, it was certainly not him. Despite the way her crazy pulse sped up whenever he was near.
And when he flashed that sardonic grin at her—the one that had just now kicked up the left side of his mouth—she was a goner.
“Going somewhere?”
She planted her feet back under her and hefted herself off his chest in a hurry, trying not to be distracted by that smile or the slight accent that peppered his speech. After all, her American accent was still fairly noticeable, even after living in the UK for over ten years. “Sorry. I didn’t expect the door... I was just trying to...” She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, which were spinning in circles. This was not quite the “change” she’d envisioned a few moments earlier. “I was taking this to my car before heading to work.”
Adem fingered the fabric of her dress. “Nice. But this is not your normal style, is it? And the hospital fundraiser isn’t until next year.”
“Hospital...?” Oh, he thought she was borrowing this for a party. She swallowed, trying to push down her disappointment. There was no shame in borrowing a dress from someone; after all, she’d thought nothing of loaning it to Esther. It was more the fact that he assumed that wearing a dress like this would be out of character for her.
Wasn’t it? At least for the Carly who’d been consumed with thoughts of babies during the last year of her engagement.
She’d bought the dress a week before Kyle announced his decision to leave, hoping to shake things up. Instead, the gown had hung in her closet, price tags still attached, until she’d loaned it to Esther.
Her face burned with embarrassment. “I know when the fundraiser is. And this dress is very much my style. I bought it, after all.” She certainly didn’t need to tell him why she’d purchased it, though.
Up went dark brows in...disbelief?
Oh, no, he didn’t.
Her fiancé used to tease her about her lack of a social life too. Maybe that was another part of why he’d dumped her. If anything, she owed some of her seriousness to her mom, who’d raised her all by herself after Carly’s dad died, working hard to make sure her daughter had everything she needed. It was something she didn’t take for granted.
But that didn’t mean Carly didn’t know how to have fun. She tipped her chin up. Hadn’t she said she wanted to shake things up? Well, maybe now was the time. She could start doing things differently.
“Just because you haven’t been lucky enough to see me in the dress doesn’t mean I haven’t worn it.”
You haven’t, Carly.
“I never said you haven’t worn it. But you’re right in that I wasn’t lucky enough to see you in it.”
Oh, perfect. Now she’d come across as conceited. “Maybe some other time. Now if you’ll excuse me...”
She waited for a moment, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t exactly blocking her path, but since the door behind her had already swung closed she would need to sidestep to make it around him.
“Do you have a few minutes? I was actually going to try to catch you at the clinic. I’d like to discuss some changes for the community midwife program we’re putting into place.”
Accent or no accent, she found herself bristling. “The women in that community need access to what we can—”
“Relax. I’m not taking anything away. I was here at the main hospital asking for additional funding for the program. It was approved. We’re adding two mobile ultrasound machines. But we’ll either need additional technicians or a few midwives at the clinic to be certified in their use.”
Her heart stuttered in her chest. She’d put in a request last year for portable machines, but never dreamed...
She took a careful breath. Then another. Trying not to let her thoughts run away with her, although that was almost impossible with him standing so close. Looking so devastatingly handsome. She did her best to force back those thoughts. “I would like to be in on that training.”
“I thought you might. So I hoped we might talk over tea. Does the request seem more attractive now?”
Yes. And it wasn’t just the request that looked more attractive. How did he do that? No wonder he had a reputation.
“Okay. Can I meet you in the canteen after I take my dress to the car?”
“Of course. I’ll see you there.”
Five minutes later, her shaky hands free of everything except for her purse, she headed toward the canteen. She wished she felt a little more centered—a little more in control of her emotions. Crashing into him must have shaken her more than she realized, because as soon as he was out of sight, muscles that she hadn’t realized were balled up tight went limp. So much so that she’d had to stop and lean against a wall for a few seconds to steady her legs.
But portable ultrasounds. He had no idea how much she’d wanted them—how much they would help everyone involved with the program. Or maybe he did, since he’d requested the funds.
They would no longer have to ask patients with issues to come into the clinic to have the imaging done. Some of her patients didn’t trust government institutions, even hospitals, and were wary of such requests.
Reaching the canteen, she quickly spotted him at a table in the corner and took a deep breath, before giving him a cheerful wave and heading up to get some coffee. When she was stressed or nervous, her American roots came out, and she opted for that dark bitter brew her mom drank. Dumping a measure of powdered creamer into the coffee, she went to join Adem.
As soon as she dropped into the chair, he poured something from a little silver pot into a teacup. It was very black, almost thick looking. There were no tea bags anywhere. “Is that coffee?”
He glanced up. “Yes. Turkish style. I grind the beans at home and normally brew it in my office. Today, I had to make do with an electric kettle. I see you’re not drinking English tea either.”
No, and she didn’t really want to go into the reasons why. “I guess my heritage comes through sometimes too.”
“Your mum teaches music at the International University?”
She hesitated and wasn’t sure why. “Yes, she does. It’s how I came to be in London years ago. When it came time to choose whether to continue my education here or in the States, I decided to stay near my mom.”
“Same here. My parents moved to the central part of Hackney when I was in high school. My father owns a restaurant not too far from the clinic.” Adem smiled. “I think he wanted me to take it over when I grew up. Luckily my brother showed a lot more promise in that area than I did.”
“No sisters?”
“Nope, ju
st me and my brother.” His voice tightened slightly. “You?”
“Only child. Just me and my mom actually.” She glanced at him. “My dad was an archaeologist, but he died while on a dig when I was ten.”
“That must have been tough.”
She smiled, her nerves finally beginning to settle a bit. “It was. But I have good memories of him.” She’d been a tomboy growing up and had loved digging around in the garden pretending to find old bones and carefully cleaning them with a brush.
“You didn’t want to become an archaeologist?”
“No. I thought about it, but my mom had complications during a pregnancy when I was young and lost the baby. She was never able to have another one. So, I guess it awoke an interest in prenatal health and delivery.” That interest had become bittersweet as she wrestled with her own fertility issues.
“I’m sorry. About your mum, not your interest in babies.”
Babies.
The way he’d said that word sent a shiver through her. She hadn’t said she was interested in children. But he obviously hadn’t meant it the way she’d taken it. There was no way he could know about her struggles. She decided to clarify, just in case.
“I’m interested in the moms and their babies.”
He took a sip of his coffee, regarding her over the rim of the cup for a few seconds with those dark-lashed eyes of his. “That is what I meant, of course.”
This time, the ripple of awareness had nothing to do with children and everything to do with the man himself. Oh, Lord, what was wrong with her?
“Of course.” She decided to change the subject to something less sticky. “So we’re getting portable ultrasounds. What’s the certification process?”
“I looked into it when I put in the request. If I understood correctly, if you have a nursing degree—which you’re listed as having—you’ll need to do a year-long course. For midwives without that, it would probably take two years. Another option is to schedule the use of one of the machines in the field and request that a tech accompany you to the appointment.”
