Susan Mallery Fool's Gold Series Volume One: Chasing Perfect\Almost Perfect\Sister of the Bride\Finding Perfect (91 page)

It took Pia a second to realize the problem. “I'm not trying to get pregnant,” she said with a shake of her head. “Okay, I
am
trying to get pregnant, but it's not what you think.”

Dr. Galloway leaned back in her chair. “What shouldn't I think?”

“Crystal Westland left me her embryos.”

The older woman's expression softened. “Did she? I wondered what Crystal would do. Poor child, to have suffered so much. It's a loss for all of us.” She drew in a breath. “So you want to have Crystal's babies, do you?”

Want was kind of a strong word, Pia thought. She'd
accepted the shift in her life path and was dealing. Maybe
want
would come later.

“I'm going to have them,” Pia said firmly, holding in the need to wince at the words. “What's the next step?”

Dr. Galloway considered her for a moment. “We do an examination to make sure you're healthy. Draw a little blood, that sort of thing.”

She got up and walked around to the other side of her desk. After sitting, she pulled out a pad of paper and started making notes. “How many embryos are there?”

“Three.”

“You'll have them all implanted at once?”

“I don't know. Should I?”

“It's probably for the best.” The doctor raised her head. “The process is very simple. The embryos thaw naturally until they come to room temperature. They're put through several solutions to wash away any lingering cryoprotectant that was used during the freezing. Then they're warmed to body temperature and implanted. I can do that. It's a simple procedure, relatively painless.”

She pulled several brochures out of a drawer. “Then you lie on the examination table for a few minutes, giving the embryos time to settle. Two weeks later, we test you to see if you're pregnant.”

That didn't sound so bad, Pia thought. “Will I have to take any drugs? The guy at the lab talked about preparing my body.”

“It depends. We'll monitor your cycle with a series of ultrasounds. When you're ready, in they go.” Dr. Gallo
way leaned toward her. “It is possible not all the embryos will have survived the freezing process.”

Pia hadn't realized that. “We'll know when they're thawed?”

“Yes, they're checked before they're implanted.”

The doctor passed her several brochures. “You can read these over. They give more details about what will happen. Implantation is safe and quick. There's no reason to think this will be anything but a normal pregnancy.”

Pia opened her mouth, then closed it. She glanced down at her hands, then back at the doctor. “What if I did something bad?”

Dr. Galloway shook her head. “There is nothing immoral in having Crystal's children, Pia. It is an act of love.”

“I don't mean that. I mean…” She swallowed. “When I was in college, I had a boyfriend. I got pregnant.”

“You had an abortion.” Dr. Galloway sighed. “It happens all the time and has no impact on—”

“No,” she said quickly. “I didn't. I was so scared, I couldn't believe it was really happening. There was no way the guy I was seeing would marry me, assuming I'd wanted that, which I didn't. I kept wishing the baby would go away. One morning I woke up and I was bleeding. I got my period.”

She felt the wave of guilt, the shame that washed through her. “I wished my unborn child would die and it did.”

The doctor rose and pulled Pia to her feet, then held her hands tightly.

“No,” she said in a firm voice. “You don't have that much power, Pia. None of us do. A significant percentage
of pregnancies end spontaneously. It is impossible to predict exactly when it will happen or even know why. Something went wrong inside the embryo. That is why you lost the baby. Not because you wished it so.”

Tears filled Pia's eyes. “I prayed so hard.”

“God didn't answer your prayer, child. Have you felt bad all this time?”

She nodded, then swallowed. “I don't deserve to have Crystal's babies. I'm a bad person.”

“A bad person wouldn't care. You are young and healthy and you will be an amazing mother. Come on. We'll do the exam. We'll rule out any specific physical problems. Then you can decide. As for the child you lost, it's time to let him or her go.”

Pia knew in her head that the other woman was right, but in her heart and her gut, the guilt lived on.

* * *

A
N HOUR LATER
, P
IA DRESSED.
She'd been poked, prodded and gone through her first ultrasound.

“Everything is fine,” Dr. Galloway told her when Pia returned to her office. “You are ready. Based on when you last had your period, you're within five or six days of peak thickness in your uterine lining. So within the week if you want to go ahead this month.”

“That fast,” Pia said, hanging on to the back of the chair.

“You can wait for as long as you want.”

Medically, yes, but if she waited, she might chicken out.

“How is your insurance?” Dr. Galloway asked. “You might want to check out how much it will cover.”

“I'm with the city plan.” The pregnancy itself would be covered. “Crystal left money to cover the
implantation.” There was also some money in trust for each of the children and a small annuity to help Pia with monthly expenses.

“Then the choice is yours.” Dr. Galloway studied her. “Let the past go, child. It's time to think about the future. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here to help.”

“Should I do anything special as far as food or vitamins?”

The doctor shook her head. “We've done a blood draw. I'll have the results in a few days. You'll go on prenatal vitamins then, along with any additional supplements you might need. For now, relax.” The older woman smiled. “No, I take that back. Go find a good-looking man and have sex.”

Pia felt herself flush. “Is that medical advice?”

Dr. Galloway laughed. “Yes. You're going to be pregnant with triplets, Pia. Your body won't be your own for much longer. Enjoy it while you can. Is there anyone special in your life?”

She immediately thought of Raoul—her hunky pregnancy buddy. “Not really. I'm not dating.”

“My advice stands. Just make sure you take precautions. Then when you're ready, we'll take the next steps.” She rose and walked around her desk. “You're doing an extraordinary thing, Pia. I'm so proud of you.”

Pia thanked her and left. Information swirled around in her head. She was pleased that the implantation could happen relatively easily, and she appreciated Dr. Galloway's attempts to reassure her about what had happened in the past. Pia knew logically that she wasn't to blame for the loss of the baby she'd carried before, but she couldn't help feeling that being terrified rather than
happy had been wrong. And that she would be punished later.

Which meant what? Did she give in to the fear and not have Crystal's children? That didn't seem right, either. If she went forward with this, she was going to have to take a leap of faith. On her part, she would do everything right. Take the best care of herself, live perfectly. It would be up to the babies to take care of the rest. A reasonable plan, she told herself. A rational response.

But she couldn't help but wonder if Crystal would have left her the embryos if she'd known the truth.

* * *

P
IA HAD BARELY BEEN BACK
in her office five minutes when Marsha called.

“They're here,” the mayor said, sounding desperate. “I knew they were coming, but still.”

“Who's here?”

“Reporters. They're everywhere. I need you to come to City Hall and dazzle them.”

“Is this where I tell you I don't feel especially dazzling?”

“No, it isn't. We're desperate. Charity is going to take questions, as well. I need young, confident and sexy. Anything that doesn't scream pitiful spinster.”

Despite everything that had happened that morning, Pia burst out laughing. “I don't think we use the ‘S' word in this century, Marsha.”

“They're going to use it. Count on it. You'll come?”

“I'll be there. Give me fifteen minutes.”

“Make it twelve.”

* * *

P
IA MADE IT TO
C
ITY
H
ALL
in ten minutes, only to find that the mayor wasn't kidding. There were several news vans parked along the street, with reporters setting up for outdoor shots. It was a perfect fall day—crisp without being too cold, blue sky, the changing leaves adding bursts of red and yellow.

She could see Charity talking to two reporters at once, and a crowd of residents starting to gather. Sucking in a deep breath and reminding herself to speak in coherent sound bites, she stepped toward the cluster of reporters.

“Hello,” she said as she approached. “I'm Pia O'Brian. I work for the city. Mayor Tilson asked me to come by and see if you have any questions.”

Immediately three cameras focused on her. Bright, blinding lights clicked on. Pia did her best not to blink like a mole in the sun.

“What's your name?” one guy asked. “Can you spell it?”

She didn't think Pia was a tough one, but she did as he requested.

“What's with the man shortage?” a young male reporter asked. “How are you driving them away?”

“Is it a sex thing?” another man asked. “The women in town not putting out?”

The assumption being they
must
be doing something wrong, Pia thought, but she did her best not to let her irritation show.

“Demographically, we're not as balanced as other communities,” she said calmly. “There are fewer males born per one hundred births than in other places. As the father determines the gender of the child, you'll
have to speak to the men in town to get your question answered.”

The youngest of the three reporters around her blinked, as if he couldn't remember what he'd asked. All the better for her, she thought.

“Fool's Gold is a family community,” she continued. “We have an excellent school system, a low crime rate and are a popular tourist destination. Businesses thrive here. We've recently signed a contract that brings a second hospital to the area. This one will include a trauma center, something this part of the state needs.”

“Are the women in town excited about the man invasion?” the second reporter asked. “Maybe some of you will get lucky.”

“Oh, joy,” Pia murmured, knowing slapping someone when on camera was never a good idea. “Tourists are always welcome.”

“We've heard there are busloads of men coming this way. From all over the country.”

That couldn't be good. Busloads? What were they supposed to do with them? The kind of men who could drop everything, hop on a bus and travel to a place they'd never seen with the hopes of finding women didn't sound especially stable. Or community oriented. If this was true, it was a nightmare in the making.

“Lucky us,” she said. “Fool's Gold is always ready to make visitors feel at home. Families especially.”

“But you're short on men,” the older of the three said. “So you'll be personally interested in the guys coming. You can't get a date, right?”

Pia raised her eyebrows, fighting a sudden flash of temper. “Do I look like I can't get a date? Is that what you're implying? That we should be
grateful
for anyone
who comes here and gives us the slightest hint of affection? Do you really think we're desperate and—”

“There you are,” a smooth male voice said, as a hand slid against the small of her back.

She turned and saw Raoul had joined her.

He gave her a warning glance, which was totally unnecessary. Obviously it was dumb to try to best a reporter while on camera. They had the last word in the editing room. But the assumption that she or any of the women in town were dying for a busload of guys from who knows where to show up was beyond insulting. Sure, many of the women in town wanted to meet someone special and get married, but that was a far cry from being desperate for any man who happened to glance their way.

Raoul extended his right hand to the reporters. “Raoul Moreno. Nice to meet you.”

Pia had the satisfaction of watching two of the three guys' mouths drop open.

“The football player?” the youngest guy asked. “You played for Dallas. Jesus, you live here?”

“Fool's Gold is a great town. Family friendly, supportive of businesses. I've opened a camp for kids up in the mountains. There's a new hospital being built and a cycling school run by Josh Golden.”

The oldest reporter frowned. “That's right. Josh Golden
does
live here. Hey, I thought there was supposed to be a man shortage.”

Pia felt smug but was determined not to let it show. “We might have some demographic challenges, but we're still a thriving, happy community. If single men want to be a part of that, great. If they're thinking they've
just entered the land of desperate women, they're sadly mistaken.”

As she spoke, she was aware of Raoul's hand still pressing against her back. His touch was sure and warm and very, very nice. She found herself wanting to lean in, maybe rest her head against his chest, but that wouldn't be her smartest move. They weren't involved. Although there was a teeny-tiny chance she was thinking about asking him for sex.

How far did the pregnancy-buddy offer extend?

“There's a lot of regional industry that might interest you,” Raoul told them. “We have a local contractor who builds wind turbines. He and his staff are designing some cutting-edge blades using special materials.”

The reporters exchanged glances, as if wind turbines didn't exactly get their hearts beating faster. But Pia saw what Raoul was doing. Focusing on all the businesses owned by men, trying to get the reporters confused enough that they wouldn't have a story.