Star of His Heart - Brenda Jackson [53]
“How soon can we see them?” Corinthians’s mother asked with tears brimming in her eyes.
Trevor smiled. “Is now soon enough? Corinthians can’t wait to see all of you. Even after all she’s been through tonight, I don’t think she’ll be able to settle down until she does.”
Rio Maurice Nathan Grant was indeed a beautiful baby, Netherland thought as she watched him being held in the crook of his mother’s arms. It was a beautiful scene, mother and child. It was so beautiful that Netherland found herself wiping a lone tear away from her eyes with her fingertips.
“There’s nothing quite like the miracle of life, is there?” Ashton asked, looking down at her smiling.
Netherland shook her head and looked away. Ashton’s words reminded her of the one thing she could not do. Create life. She wondered if he wanted children and if so, would he be satisfied adopting? His next words gave her an answer.
“I can’t wait to see your stomach swollen with my sons one day, Netherland,” he whispered.
A chill raced along her spine, and she shivered. She forced herself to look up at him. “You want a child?”
Ashton saw the play of emotions that darted across her features and wondered about the cause of them. “Yes, and you will be the mother of my child. I saw it in another vision I had,” he said. He still was not ready to tell her about the triplets. That kind of news was meant for another time.
“And I’m supposed to give birth to this child?”
Ashton looked at her, confused by her question. “Yes, of course.”
Netherland took a deep breath and lowered her head when she couldn’t meet his gaze any longer. A sheen of tears suddenly filled her eyes, and her vision blurred. She rubbed one hand over her flat stomach, a stomach that would never expand with the weight of Ashton’s child.
“Netherland? What’s wrong?” Ashton asked, concerned when he saw her tears.
His question got the attention of everyone in the room. She looked up at him, and the tears that were shimmering in her eyes struck him. “Netherland, what is it?”
“That vision is wrong, Ashton,” she whispered, her words catching on a strangled sob. “We can never make a baby together, and if your vision showed you that, then it was wrong.” Filled to the brim with emotions she couldn’t handle, Netherland turned and ran from the room.
“Netherland!” Ashton was about to race out of the hospital room after her when a firm hand on his arm stopped him. He swiveled his head to look down into Syneda Madaris’s questioning eyes.
“Don’t you know?” she asked quietly.
He frowned. His nerves were taut, on edge. He had no idea what was going on and why Netherland had run out of the room upset. “Don’t I know what?”
“That Nettie can’t have children.”
Ashton’s frown deepened. “Where in the hell did she get an idea like that from?”
Syneda was taken back by the incredulity of his question. It was definitely not one she had expected and immediately was angered by it. Folding her arms across her chest she narrowed her eyes at Ashton. “From her doctor, I would imagine. I’m sure it’s not something she would self-diagnose.”
He ignored the sarcasm in Syneda’s voice. “Well, he told her wrong. She can have babies.” Ashton pulled in a long, deep breath. He had to go after Netherland. “Look, I have to go find Netherland. Trevor will explain things.” He then turned and quickly left the room.
All eyes turned to Trevor.
“Is he crazy?” Syneda asked, clearly upset.
Trevor shook his head. “No, Ashton isn’t crazy. In fact, he’s far from it, and if he believes Nettie can have a baby, then there’s a real good chance she can,