Chapter Thirty Three

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I sighed in relief as my shift was finally over, it had been a really long day. We'd been bombarded by emergencies all day, it was intense. The only good thing was that it helped me forget about the situation with Ethan. Until the shift was over and then it all came flooding back. It was a horrible situation to be in.

"Are you heading home?" Caleb asked me as he rummaged in his locker.

"Nope, I'm going to spend some time with Georgia first." I answered.

"Cool, I'll finish my paperwork and catch you up." he told me.

I nodded and left the room. As I climbed up several flights of stairs, my thoughts wandered to Ethan again. I knew how much he was longing to meet his little girl.

I jumped as my phone rang.

"Hello." I said as I answered it.

"Mrs Hardy?" the male voice asked.

"Yes, who's calling?" I said.

"It's PC Sanders, I spoke to you yesterday." he told me.

"Oh, hello." I frowned. I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted.

"I've had another look at the cctv tapes and we've decided to re-open the enquiry." he stated.

"Really, thanks so much!" I exclaimed.
"I can't promise anything, but I'll review the evidence just in case a mistake has been made." he explained.

"That's great news, thanks." I said happily.

"No problem, I'll be in touch." he told me before swiftly hanging up.

I hung up and continued walking. As pleased as I was that an enquiry was being made I couldn't get my hopes up to much. Best not to hope for to much and then be disappointed all over again.

I pushed Ethan from my mind as I reached the neonatal ward.

"Hey." the nurse greeted me.

"Hi, how is she doing?" I asked.

"The doctor has just been round and she is doing much better, we stopped the oxygen and she seems to be managing fine on her own." she told me.

"That's great, when can I take her home." I smiled.

"We need to keep an eye on her for a couple more days, and then she should be able to go home." she said.

"When can I hold her?" I asked hopefully.

"It's probably best to keep her in the incubator for a while longer." she said gently.

I nodded and sat next to her incubator. I smiled as she turned to look at me. My heart fluttered when I saw her smile, it almost seemed like she recognised me. As I looked at her, I couldn't help but notice that she has Ethan's eyes.

"Hey." Caleb said quietly as he entered the room.

I smiled up at him.

"How's it going?" he asked as he sat next to me.

I quickly explained to him about the phone call from the police station and what the nurse had told me about Georgia.

"Wow, things are looking up then." he said quietly.

I nodded happily.

"Great." he muttered.

"Why don't you seem happy about it?" I frowned.

"I am." he said quietly.

"Try telling your face then." I sighed.

"I guess I'm just feeling a bit torn." he admitted.

"About what?" I frowned.

"The fact that Ethan might be coming home, he's your brother, you must have missed him." he answered.

"Yeah and I know it sounds selfish but I kinda like having you to myself, it shows me how things could be." he muttered.

"Please don't." I said quietly.

"We need to talk about it at some point." he stated.

"No we don't." I sighed.

"Yes we do..I'm not stupid, I can sense how I make you feel." he insisted as his face inched closer to mine.

I looked down at his lips as they were inches from my own.

"Cal, don't." I whispered.

"You need to admit that you feel something for me." he insisted.

"It won't change anything." I said quietly.

He inched closer to me again, I felt my heart rate increase as I could feel his breath on my face. He was teasing me and he knew what it was doing to me. I could feel my resolve wavering. There was no point admitting how I felt. How could I tell him that I loved him when I knew that it wouldn't change anything. I was married to his brother, who was the love of my life...my soulmate. It was better to fight my feelings than give into them.

"I said stop." I demanded firmly.

He sighed and pulled away from me. I sat for a moment in uncomfortable silence, neither one of us knowing what to say to the other.

"I can't do this." I stated as I stood up and walked out.

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