There was only one small scare on New Year's Eve. They went dancing with friends at El Morocco, they had an active social life these days, mostly with friends of Andy's, or people he met through work, and when they got home at two o'clock in the morning, she started having contractions. She felt guilty because she'd danced a lot and had several glasses of champagne. Andy called the doctor and he told them to come to the hospital right away, and when he checked her, the doctor told her he wanted her to stay for the rest of the night, just to make sure she didn't go into labor.
Kate looked terrified, and Andy said he'd spend the night with her, and one of the nurses set up a cot for him next to her bed.
“How do you feel, Kate?” he asked as they lay there, she on the comfortable hospital bed, and he on the narrow cot beside her.
“Scared,” she said honestly. “What if I have the baby early?”
“You won't, I think you just overdid it a little. I think it was that last mambo that did you in.” She guffawed, and he grinned.
“That was fun,” they always had a good time together, and he was so good to her.
“Apparently, the baby didn't think so. Or maybe he did.”
“What if something happens and we lose the baby?” She rolled over on her side to look at him, and he reached up and took her hand and held it in his.
“What if you stop worrying for a few minutes? How about that?” And then he asked her something she hadn't been prepared for. He had been wondering about it for a while. “Why do you worry so much about losing the baby?” He met her eyes squarely with his.
His were the color of melted chocolate, his dark hair was tousled, and he looked very handsome as he lay on the cot, looking up at her.
“I think everyone worries about that,” she said, and looked away from him.
“Kate?”
There was a long pause. “Yes?”
“Have you ever been pregnant before?” It was a question she didn't want to answer, but she also didn't want to lie to him.
The pause this time was even longer. “Yes,” she looked down at him sadly, she didn't want to hurt him, and was afraid that she had.
“I thought so.” He didn't seem too devastated by the information. “What happened?”
“I got hit by a bike at Radcliffe, and lost it,” she said simply, looking sad.
“I remember that, the bike incident, I mean,” he said pensively, “you had a concussion. How pregnant were you?”
“About two and a half months. I had decided to have it. I never told Joe while I was pregnant, or my parents ever.
