Dangerous Desires Novel

65 Ordeal 

Luke. 

We waited in the hallway for Caleb to return. Tia wasn’t feeling well, and I tried to convince her to go home, but she insisted. I could not stop her, but I wasn’t happy that she refused to go home. 

We sat on the chair in the corridor of the maternity ward, and I held her. Her hands were a bit cold, and i knew it was part of it. “I promised Kimberly I would be here,” she said, and I understood her reasons. “We’ll. Thank goddess, it is a hospital. I might just ask them to give you a room.” I said, and she smiled at me. It would have been funny usually, but the situation was too dire. Kimberly had planned on leaving Caleb after giving birth. I hoped she would survive this. 

“How did it get this bad?” I asked Tia, and she sighed. “She was alone. No one attended to her,” she explained, and I was angry. “You mean there were no workers in that wing?” I asked her, and she nodded. 

“Once your father, Stacy and Caleb are not in, they take a break. That is what Bart told me. Norman has reported to Stacy, but nothing was done about their conduct,” She said, and I got angry because I pay them full salaries with benefits. At this point, I felt robbed. 

“I guess we will be hiring,” I said, and Tia nodded to agree with me. 

Caleb returned, sweating. I knew he was panicking but trying hard to keep his shit together. It was sad. 

“You need to calm down, Caleb,” I said, and he just stared at me. 

I shouldn’t have left

from our house to get her here. It is bad. Norman told your

asked him, and he bowed his head. I knew he was fighting back the tears. His eyes were misty. “She is suffering from pre-eclampsia. I should have noticed from her swollen feet,” Caleb said

“Tia asked him,

treat her. The doctor said he can’t make promises,” he said and cracked. I had to let go of Tia to console him. “This is all my fault,” Caleb cried, and I held him. There was no point in saying

and I always made sure she was alright and cared for. She had workers watching her and caring for her around the clock. The only thing was that I did not deal with her directly, and that was because

which meant it wasn’t good. “She slipped into a comma. We hope she will come out of it soon. We have done everything we can to stabilise her. It is up to her and her wolf: You can see your daughter now.” the doctor said and Caleb stood frozen on the spot. My key mark began to burn. I did not know why but something told me the problem was coming from Caleb. “You need to calm down, Caleb. Let us

DNA test you requested a few months ago?” The doctor asked, and Caleb just

her cot. Tia picked her up gently, and she was beautiful. Her eyes were shut, and she looked adorable. She was wrapped nicely. “Do you want to hold her?” Tia asked Caleb, and he nodded reluctantly. I did not want Tia to hand the girl over, but she had already done it before I couldn’t link her not to. Caleb held her and began to cry. “The baby has a key mark on her upper right arm,” Newman said, and there was no disputing that she was Caleb’s at that moment, but the nurse had brought the swab, and they took samples from both Caleb and the baby. He had ordered and paid for the test, so they had to carry it out even though he was no longer clamouring for it. “What am I going to do now?” Caleb asked me, and I honestly did not have an answer. “Pray she comes out of it and beg her for forgiveness. Clearly, the baby is yours. All that stress you put the poor girl through was for nothing.” I said, scolding him. The nurse came to take the baby for feeding, and we decided to check on Kimberly. She was hooked to machines and looked like she was

than happy. Stacy took offence, but Caleb did not want to put his daughter in his mother’s care. I doubt Stacy knew how to nurture, but I also knew it would be tedious. I was afraid

to Kimberly. I did not want her to have

and helping Tia with Caleb’s daughter. He remained in the hospital, waiting for Kimberly to wake up. He refused to name his daughter, claiming Kimberly would name her. It was sad. His beards had grown out in that week. He looked a little bit like me now with the beard; for someone that was always clean-shaven. Kimberly had no improvement, and Tia was getting attached to

rocking her to sleep: it was nighttime. She snuggled into my arms. I knew she was sad about Kimberly. She visited the hospital every day to see Kimberly, hoping she would wake up.

Tia said, resting her head on my chest, and I was

should take the baby from