The Prince & the Pregnant Princess (5 page)

“My daughter,” he said, stroking her hair. “Your troubles bring me discomfort, as well. If you do not explain what is wrong, I can not fix it.”

She raised her head to gaze at him. After blinking back the tears, she managed to speak. “You said ‘my daughter.”‘

“You are the beloved sister of my Zara. That makes you beloved to me, as well.”

He cupped her face. “You cry as if all is lost, but I know it cannot be so.”

Cleo wasn’t sure what weakened her resolve. Hassan’s gentleness, of course, but also his willingness to claim her. She doubted he actually thought of her as a daughter, but just saying the word was enough to shatter her reticence.

“You wouldn’t be nice if you knew the truth about my past,” she said, in a last-ditch effort to gather some control.

“I know all I need to. You are a part of my family. As such, I want only your happiness.”

She desperately wanted to believe him. Ducking her head, she grabbed back the handkerchief and sobbed into it. “I’m p-pregnant.”

Hassan continued to stroke her hair. “I see. Would you like me to have the unworthy dog flogged?”

Despite her desperate situation, the visual image of
Sadik
hanging in chains while being beaten cheered her immensely. She risked a quick glance.

“How disappointed are you?”

The king frowned. “Why would your pregnancy disappoint me?”

Cleo flushed. “I’m not exactly a virgin.”

“My claim on you as family is not conditional, my daughter. To me, you and Zara will always be perfection itself.” He dropped his hand to hers. “Now tell me of the man who has left you so. I do not see an engagement ring, so he has not done the honorable thing.”

Propose? The idea was laughable. As if that would happen. Cleo sniffed. “He doesn’t know. I’m going to have to tell him eventually, but first I want to figure out what I want.” She smiled. “I mean, I know I want the baby, but where do I want to live and what’s the best way for us to share in his or her

upbringing?”

Hassan smiled. “I’m glad you want your child.”

She stiffened. “Why wouldn’t I? Obviously, this wasn’t planned, but I will never abandon my baby. I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep us both safe.” She thought of how she’d been abandoned over and over again in her life. Long ago she’d vowed that when she had children, they would know she loved them more than anything in the world.

“I see the flash of a tiger in your eyes. That bodes wells. A strong mother has strong sons.”

Typical, she thought, starting to feel a little better. “I could be having a daughter.”

Hassan dismissed her with a flick of his fingers. “Regardless. You must come to terms with this jackal of the desert, Cleo. I will stand beside you in whatever way I can.”

While she appreciated his words, they brought her back to earth with a thump.

What had she been thinking, telling
Sadik’s
father that she was pregnant? She doubted the king would be so accommodating if he knew the truth.

“You must not mention this,” she pleaded. “If people found out…” She bit her lower lip. How to convince him? “I don’t want Zara’s wedding spoiled by people speculating about me. She is so looking forward to the event. Please don’t say anything.”

“I agree.” He smiled. “Your secret is safe with me, Cleo.” He patted her hand, then rose. “Come. You need to be in your room and resting. I will have the kitchen send you some tea to settle your stomach. You must be strong for your son.”

“Or daughter,” she muttered as she rose, but had the feeling the king wasn’t listening. She also had a very bad feeling about spilling her guts. Somehow she knew it was all going to come back and bite her in the butt. As if she didn’t already have enough problems.

Twenty minutes later Cleo lay stretched out on her bed, sipping tea. The odd-smelling concoction actually made her feel better. She put the cup back on the saucer, then set both on her nightstand. Maybe a nap would make her feel better.

But before she could even close her eyes, her bedroom door burst open. Zara stormed into the room.

“You’re pregnant and you didn’t even tell me?”

“Shouldn’t you still be opening presents?” Cleo asked, knowing it was a feeble attempt at distracting Zara.

“Shouldn’t you be telling me something this important?” Zara stalked to the edge of the bed and crossed her arms over her chest. “How could you keep this from me?”

Cleo could have gone head-to-head with Zara in a snit, but the hurt in her sister’s eyes made her feel like slime.

“I’m sorry.” She sat up and leaned against the headboard. “I guess you ran into the king.”

“Yes. He came to talk to me about the presents, then managed to let it slip that you’d confessed you were pregnant. He thought I should know, which is more than you thought.”

This is what she got for trusting a man, she thought glumly. She could feel the situation spinning out of control. Who else had Hassan told, and what was going to happen if
Sadik
learned the truth?

She didn’t want to think about that now, so she pushed those thoughts from her mind.

“You’re getting married,” Cleo began slowly. “I wanted this time to be about you. If I’d told you, you would have gotten all worried and wanted to fix things.”

“Exactly. I care about you. I want to know what’s going on in your life. Don’t you think this was a big deal?”

“It is,” Cleo admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Zara didn’t look mollified. “So who’s the father?”

“No one you know.” Cleo shrugged and tried to look like she wasn’t lying. “After I went home, I met someone.”

Zara didn’t look convinced. “Funny how you never mentioned him in all the phone conversations we’ve had.”

“I didn’t know if it was serious.”

“It’s serious enough that you got pregnant.”

This was not going the way Cleo had hoped. “Zara, I’m going to be fine. I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“I can’t help it. You’re my little sister.” Zara climbed up onto the mattress and settled next to her. “What I don’t understand is how this happened.”

Despite her concerns, Cleo couldn’t help smiling.

“The usual way. I would have thought you’d figured out the facts of life by now.”

Zara rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. You’ve been sexually active for a long time. How come you got pregnant this time?”

“Bad timing,” Cleo admitted. “I’d gone off the pill to give my body a rest. I wasn’t expecting to get involved with someone so I wasn’t prepared.”

Zara looked stunned. “You had unprotected sex?”

“We used a condom, but things happen.”

Actually what had happened was that one night she and
Sadik
had been so hot for each other, they’d both forgotten birth control. She hadn’t even realized it until several days later, when she’d been on her way home. They had been irresponsible, and now she was paying the price.

“I can’t believe this,” Zara breathed.

“Tell me about it.” Cleo looked at her sister. “I know you’re upset. This is exactly why I didn’t want you to know. The thing is, Zara, I’ll be fine, as will my baby. This is your time. You have a beautiful wedding in a week. I don’t want you thinking about anything else. Can’t we forget this and deal with it after you get back from your honeymoon?”

“I didn’t think you were still going to be here then.”

Cleo didn’t know what was going to happen, now that the news was out. “We can deal with it either together or long-distance. I promise.”

Slowly Zara nodded. “I’m giving in because I don’t have a choice. You’re a grown-up. You have to be responsible for your own life. I just wish you had told me.”

“I’m sorry,” Cleo repeated, thinking that she had a few wishes of her own.

The difference between a formal state dinner and an informal state dinner was usually found in the size and the details.

Cleo paused at the entrance to the cocktail party and studied the room. Flowers bloomed everywhere—providing a sweet scent and creating the sense of being in a garden. Small white lights twinkled, candles flickered and an immense crowd of people circulated and talked. The informal dinner had been for about two hundred people. There had to be at least five times that number in attendance to honor the bride and groom. Everyone glittered and sparkled, leaving her feeling like a very out-of-place, country cousin. A very tired country cousin.

She hadn’t slept in two days. Not since she’d found out that the king had told Zara about her pregnancy. So far no one else seemed to know, so she was keeping her fingers crossed that she could escape the situation without too much trouble.

A waiter paused and offered her a glass of champagne. Cleo declined, then decided to head to the bar where she could get her club soda with lime and pass it off as a cocktail. At least she felt reasonably attractive. Her red, beaded gown skimmed over her curves in such a way as to make her feel like a pinup girl from the 1940s. A twist of fabric in the midsection hid her tummy, which was good because it had really started sticking out. She was approaching her fifth month and none of her regular pants would fit. She was going to have to hit the maternity stores before long. But that trip would have to wait until she headed home.

The good news was she hadn’t thrown up in the past couple of days. Maybe that cookie toss into the royal garden had been her last.

Less than ten feet from the bar, she came to a dead stop.
Sadik
stood across the room, and the second she saw him, she knew that he’d been told about the baby.

His dark gaze fell immediately to her midsection and the look of accusation on his face rooted her to the floor. Even when he headed toward her, tall, angry and determined, she couldn’t seem to make herself run.

He grabbed her arm and herded her toward the far end of the room where there weren’t so many people. She glanced around to see if she could find someone to rescue her, then figured there was no point in putting off the inevitable.

Think fast, she told herself. She had to come up with a plausible story. She’d tell him what she told Zara—that she’d met someone. After all, she’d already hinted there was another man in her past. She needed to buy herself time. If she told him it was his baby, he would take over her life and she would lose the ability to make decisions. It’s not that she wanted to keep
Sadik
from his child; she wanted to make sure he didn’t ace her out of the picture.

He led her into a small alcove, then positioned her so her back was to the main room, but he faced that direction. Probably so he could make sure they weren’t interrupted or overheard.

“Is it true?” he asked by way of a greeting. “Are you pregnant?”

She reminded herself that the king had not only called the father of her child a jackal of the desert but had offered to have him flogged. She wondered if Hassan would be willing to go through with the latter if he found out the father in question was his own son.

Once again the idea of
Sadik
in chains gave her comfort, however small. She laced her fingers together in front of her waist and squeezed her palms together.

“I am pregnant,” she said slowly, “but before you get all hot and possessive, I want to make it clear that it’s not your baby. I’ve already told you, there’s someone else in my life now. The child is his.”

Dark eyes narrowed slightly.
Sadik
seemed to see into her soul. Then he shook his head in a dismissal that made her heart sink.

“The child is mine. You could not be with another man after being with me.”

His flat statement made her want to scream. Worse, it was true, and if she tried to deny it too hard, he was going to see right through her. Panic threatened.

Sadik
took hold of her upper arms and pulled her close. As much as she wanted to look away, he compelled her to meet his gaze. His expression turned cold and more than a little scary.

“Make no mistake,” he said softly, menace in every syllable. “
Bahanian
law will not allow a royal child to be taken out of the country without the king’s permission. However much my father might claim you as his daughter, he will not turn his back on his first grandson. If you do not admit the truth to me now, I will go to my father and tell him of our relationship. I will explain that I believe the child to be mine and insist you be examined by a doctor. If you are more than four months along…”

He stopped talking, but there was no point in finishing the threat. Cleo wasn’t an idiot. She knew that the king’s favor couldn’t be stretched very far. Hassan wouldn’t let her take away his grandchild, and
Sadik
would do everything he promised.

He continued to stare at her face. “Tell me again, Cleo. Tell me the child is not mine.”

She waited as long as she could, then exhaled the truth. “I can’t.”

His self-satisfied smile tore at her heart. Her first thought was to run. If she went fast enough and far enough they could never find her. But before she could even take a step,
Sadik
was shaking his head. His smile faded.

“Do not think you can escape me. We are talking about my son. My heir.”

“So if I have a girl, I’m free to go,” she said bitterly, hating that his words had ripped her apart. She didn’t simply fear his threats, she felt as if he’d destroyed every hint of a dream.
Sadik
didn’t care about her—he never had. As far as he was concerned, she was little more than a vessel. She was the carrier of his offspring, and not a person in her own right.

“I am Prince
Sadik
of
Bahania
. I will have a son.”

That almost made her smile. “As long as you had that conversation with your sperm,
Sadik
. You did realize those little guys might have a mind of their own, right?”

He frowned, as if mothers of royal babies didn’t discuss such things.

She jerked free of his hold and walked to the far end of the alcove. Even as she placed her hands against the cool walls, she knew there was no escape. Not from him and not from her circumstances.

Her eyes burned, and her throat tightened, but her pain was too deep for tears.

Sadness tugged at her, making it difficult to stay standing.

“What happens now?” she asked, barely able to form the words, then changed her mind. “Don’t bother. I know what happens. You keep a close watch on me until the child is born, but then what?” She swallowed, not wanting to hear the truth but desperate to know. “How long until you throw me out of the palace?”

He was at her side in an instant. He grabbed her and turned her toward him. Rage tightened his face. She hadn’t known he was capable of such emotion and it should have frightened her, but she had other things to worry about. Once she knew his plans, she could come up with her own ideas of how to escape, either before or after the child was born. Because no matter how he threatened her, she would never abandon her child.

“Is that what you think?” he demanded. “That I would cast you into the streets?”

“You don’t care about me. Until now you only wanted me to warm your bed. Now that you know I’m pregnant, you’ll want me to carry the baby to term, but after that I’ll be of no use to you.”

He released her as if she’d burned him.
Sadik
stalked to the entrance of the alcove and turned back to face her.

“You think so little of me,” he said.

“I’m a realist. All I want to know are your plans.”

“You will be the mother of my son. As such, you are to be honored.”

Her racing heart slowed slightly. “You wouldn’t expect me to leave my child and just disappear?”

“I am not an animal.”

She wasn’t sure she believed him, but his words gave her hope. If he was willing to say that, then maybe she could go to the king for assurances. The idea of making some kind of
coparenting
plan work seemed impossible, but she would do anything to stay with her baby.

He glared at her. “I see the doubt in your eyes. How is that possible? In what way have I so betrayed you that you would not trust me now?”

“How much time do you have?” she asked, not caring that she continued to stir his temper. In truth she wanted him to—

The sudden sensation of butterflies in her stomach surprised her into silence.

She wasn’t nervous…she was furious that she’d been put into this situation, and relieved that at least for now she didn’t have to worry about losing her child.

There was no reason she should be feeling a fluttering sensation.

Cleo’s breath caught.
Sadik
was at her side in a second, putting his arm around

her to support her weight. “What is wrong? Do you need to sit down? Should I call a doctor?”

He was so solicitous and obviously worried that she nearly laughed out loud.

Then she remembered that none of his attentions were about her.

“I’m fine,” she said, as the fluttering continued. “I just felt the baby move.”

He frowned. “Is that good? Are you supposed to?”

She considered him the enemy in this situation. Worse, she had feelings for him she wasn’t willing to explore or define. The man tempted her beyond reason and made her forget herself. The safest course of action would be to get as far away as possible. But he was also the father of her child. While growing up she’d seen countless fathers who wanted nothing to do with their offspring. At least
Sadik
showed interest.

So against her better judgment, she took his hand in hers and brought it to her belly, where the fluttering was the strongest. She pressed his fingers into her belly.

“Can you feel that?” she asked in a whisper. “It’s the first time I’ve felt the baby move.”

He was still, then his fingers moved slightly and he grinned at her. “My son is strong.”

She pushed his hands away and rolled her eyes. “You make me crazy.”

He ignored that and stared at her stomach. “You do not seem very large in the belly.”

“I’m not showing a lot right now,” she agreed. “I’m a week into my fifth month so I would imagine I’m going to pop anytime now.”

“Pop?”

“Get huge. I’m too short to carry the baby with any grace and style. Tall women can hide their pregnancy longer.”