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to be feeling fine and was enjoying his impromptu
concert.
    When the last notes of the song echoed off the drab
walls, Patrick applauded. “Beautiful, Emma! Absolutely beautiful!”
    Even though she ducked her head, Aidan could see her
usual flush of embarrassment that tinged her cheeks. “You’re welcome.”
    “Without a doubt, you have the voice of an angel, sweetheart.”
    Emma leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You know
there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, and that includes singing a song
with impossibly high notes in the middle of the ER.” One hand flew to her
abdomen while a smile spread across her face. “Noah must be a true Irish
Fitzgerald. He’s going crazy dancing right now.” Taking Patrick’s hand, she
brought it to her belly. “See?”
    Aidan sucked in a breath and staggered back.  What
the hell? His son had a name, and he hadn’t even had a part in it. How could
she do something as monumental as naming his child without asking him? He
shouldn’t have cared that Emma had bestowed her late father’s name on their
son, but he did. Anger pulsed through him. Stalking through the doorway, he
blurted, “Excuse me? Noah ?”
    Patrick and Emma both turned to stare at him. Emma’s
face reddened from her ivory cheeks all the way down to her neck while her
frantic gaze darted around the room as if looking for an escape. Scrambling out
of the bed, she backed as far away from him as she could.
    Although his attention should have been on his
ailing father, Aidan couldn’t take his eyes off of Emma. Any anger he felt for
her quickly evaporated, and his heart constricted with love for her. God, he
had missed her. He didn’t realize just how much until she was standing right in
front of him like a vision. She could have been one of Patrick’s roses in
bloom. Her breasts were fuller, her stomach was rounder, and her hips wider. He
fought to catch his breath.
    When Patrick cleared his throat, Aidan quickly gazed
over at him. Patrick smiled. “Yes, Noah Patrick, after his grandfathers. Don’t
you think that’s a fine name for your son?”
    “Yes, it is,” Aidan murmured, glancing back at Emma.
When she finally dared to look at him, he bobbed his head. “Noah Patrick Fitzgerald is a very fine name.”
    Her eyes widened at the insinuation of his last
name. Aidan braced himself for her to protest, but she started inching for the
door instead. “Um, I’m going to go get something to drink.”
    “I’ll get it for you,” Aidan offered.
    “No, no, I’m fine. You need to be with your father.”
    When she swept by him, Aidan fought to keep his arms
pinned at his side so he wouldn’t reach out and grab her to him. Her perfume
filled his nostrils and invaded his senses. He closed his eyes in agony. Once
she was safely out the door, his shoulders sagged in defeat. “She really hates
me,” he croaked.
    “No, son, she doesn’t.” When Aidan snorted with
self-contempt, Patrick shook his head. “As much as she would love to hate you,
she can’t. She’s just gun-shy about you right now because of the dumbass move
you pulled on her.”
    “Actually, it’s me who should hate her.” He
grimaced. “Acting like I was diseased and naming our son without me!”
    Patrick grunted. “Whenever you’re done with your little
tirade, might I remind you that I’ve been hospitalized?”
    Aidan widened his eyes. “Shit, Pop, I’m so sorry.
Seeing Em again knocked me on my ass.” He closed the gap between them. “You
look okay, but are you? I mean, was it a heart attack?”
    Patrick started to open his mouth when a knock came
at the door. A tall, dark-headed doctor smiled at them. After his eyes made a
quick sweep over the room, his smile faded a little. “Hello again, Mr.
Fitzgerald. You’re looking much better now than when I first saw you today.”
    “I believe I have you to thank for that, Dr.
Nadeen.”
    Dr. Nadeen strode into the room. “We have your test
results back. It appears that you have