A Very Special Delivery

closer inspection he saw signs that, while the bleeding had slowed, it had not ceased. All the more reason to stop ruminating and get her into town.
    “Molly,” he said softly.
    Her body jerked and her eyes flew open. She sat bolt upright, Laney gripped against her body.
    “Oh, no! I fell asleep.”
    Her lip quivered and her hands shook in what Ethan thought was a gross overreaction. He took the now-squirming baby from her trembling arms.
    “Is she all right?” Molly’s voice was frantic.
    “Hey, calm down. She’s fine.” Laney cradled against his shoulder, he crouched down beside the chair. “You’re the one with the injury.”
    “Oh, Ethan.” She dropped her face into her hands. “Anything could have had happened. I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
    “Nothing happened, Molly. She’s okay.” He patted her back as he would have Laney, offering comfort for some terror he didn’t understand. “I’m sorry she’s so much trouble.”
    “She’s not. She’s wonderful. It’s just that…” She bit down hard on her bottom lip.
    “It’s what? Talk to me, Molly. Tell me what’s wrong.”
    “I’m not…good with babies.”
    He frowned, baffled. She was great with Laney. “What makes you think that?”
    “I just do. That’s all.”
    In other words, she didn’t want to tell him. And the notion bugged him. How could he fix what he didn’t understand?
    With a sigh, he levered up and went to pack Laney’s diaper bag.
    Someday he hoped Molly would trust him enough to tell the truth—whatever that might be.
    * * *
    “Ethan, relax. They’ll be in here as soon as they can.”
    Molly, who sat on the end of an exam table in Winding Stair Hospital’s emergency room, didn’t know whether to be embarrassed, amused or touched. Ethan paced back and forth between the doorway of the ER and her side. At regular intervals, he disappeared down the hall to the reception desk to make a general nuisance of himself. Meanwhile, Laney slept like a rock in her carrier.
    “I don’t know what’s keeping the doc.” Ethan paused before a diagram of the ear, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jacket. “Maybe I should go check.”
    Before Molly could argue that he’d already done that a dozen times, he wheeled on his heel and stalked out the door. She stifled a laugh. No one ever fussed over her.
    He’d no more than left when a nurse entered. Molly knew most people in Winding Stair, but this woman was unfamiliar. “That husband of yours is sure worried about you.”
    Husband? Is that what they thought? “He’s not my husband.”
    “Well, if he’s your boyfriend, you better grab on to him. Fellas with those looks and that sweet, concerned nature don’t come along every day.”
    “We’re just friends.” She hoped they were that, given the time they’d spent together.
    The nurse rolled her eyes and reached for a blood pressure cuff to wrap around Molly’s upper arm. “Believe that if you will, but I don’t think your guy feels that way.” She pumped the machine and while waiting for the reading asked, “Running any temp with this?”
    “It only happened this morning.”
    The nurse made a notation on a clipboard and poked a digital thermometer in Molly’s ear. “What did you do? Fall on the ice?”
    “Something like that.” She told the story.
    “We’ve seen tons of ice-related injuries since this storm hit. Broken wrists, hips, you name it. When was your last tetanus shot?”
    “Forever. I never get hurt.”
    “We’ll have to take care of that.”
    Ethan came strolling back in, looking pleased. “Doc’s on his way.”
    “Good. Now, maybe you’ll sit down and relax.”
    He offered an unrepentant grin, wheeled the doctor’s exam stool away from the wall and perched on it. “Believe I will.”
    After her ridiculous reaction to falling asleep with Laney in her lap, she had expected Ethan to dump her at the hospital door and run. Instead, he had hovered as if her well-being was the most important thing in the world. He’d even badgered the nurses into bringing her a cup of coffee because he thought she was cold.
    “You sure you don’t want me to call your family?” He tilted forward, his strong fingers curled over the edge of the brown vinyl seat.
    She shook her head, careful not to splash the warm coffee. “Aunt Patsy is too old to get out on this ice. A fall would be disastrous.”
    “Isn’t there anyone else?”
    “Uncle Robert lives in Oklahoma City. The rest wouldn’t