CHAPTER 48
Jillian would never trust a male OB-GYN again, not for as long as she lived.
Dr. Morrison had told her she’d feel moderate cramping and that was it. Nothing to prepare her for the way her entire abdomen would seize itself shut without warning.
Or that the fire in her back from the contractions radiated outward.
“Do you need to see the doctor?”
How many times had Ricky asked her that in the past two minutes? She ignored him, focusing instead on not passing out from the pain.
If this was even a fraction of what labor might be like, she would never let another man touch her for as long as she lived.
If only her mom were here with her. Even through the pain, Jillian could still recognize the irony. Here she was, miscarrying the child her mother had been so ashamed of, and now
