The Sheik's Pregnant Lover (Love By Accident) (13 page)

“It’s time to disembark, little one,” he said softly, smiling at the way she looked around.  She was like a little kitten when she woke up.  She stretched, glanced to the right and left, forward, her hand reached up and touched her hair and she ran her fingers through the soft, brown tresses, exactly like he wanted to do. 

One moment she looked adorable, the next she was shoving him out of the way and racing towards the bathroom.  He couldn’t believe it when she slammed the door shut and he could hear her throwing up.  He was instantly worried about her now and knocked on the door.  “Sidra, open the door, love.  You need help.”

When there was only silence, he signaled to the flight attendant to unlock the door.  All the attendants had keys to the bathrooms in case of an emergency and Rashid consider
ed his
woman throwing up a definite emergency. 
As soon as the door was opened, he said to his body guard,
“Call ahead and have my physician standing by when we reach the palace.  I want her to see him as soon as possible.  And get me a warm towel,” he snapped as he entered the bathroom to find Sidra sitting on the floor to the bathroom, a towel already in her hand and her eyes closed. 

He bent down next to her in the cramped space and pushed her hair gently out of her face so he could see her.  She looked ashen and miserable and he wanted to pull her into his arms and rock her until she felt better. 
“What’s wrong, love?” he asked and
ran a finger down her soft cheek
.  “Y
ou weren’t feeling well earlier. 
I
t’s obviously worse now.”

Sidra felt so miserable, she couldn’t even argue with him.  All she wanted to do was break down in tears and pray that her stomach would feel better soon. 
She couldn’t even shake her head or smile to reassure him, afraid that any movement would send her stomach into overdrive again since it still hadn’t completely settled down, even though there probably wasn’t anything left in it at this point. 

“Can I pick you up?” he asked softly when she didn’t appear to want to move.

“No,” she whispered, keeping her eyes closed.

Rashid sat there next to her for another moment, then shook his head.  “I can’t leave you like this,” he said and put an arm under her legs and behind her back.  She mumbled a protest, but couldn’t argue much since she was so miserable.  When her head dropped against his shoulder, he pulled her closer, careful to not shake her as much as possible. 

His body guards were already ahead of him, opening the door to the limousine.  Rashid wouldn’t let her move to his side and after a feeble protest, she simply
lay
in his arms, her face pressed against his neck. 

Sidra wasn’t sure if she wanted to die of embarrassment more, or just any way possible that would stop the horrible feeling in her stomach.  Even the smallest movement made her want to wretch again but
she concentrated on relaxing every muscle in her body so that she could control the nausea.  She didn’t open her eyes so she didn’t see the magnificent structure they were approaching, lit up by the
bright sunshine
and
located
in the center of the city.  The Tasain Palace was one of those amazing structures that
were
built so long ago
with additions built up around each side and on top
over the centuries.  Rashid was proud of his city and equally proud of his country.  He would have liked to show Sidra the sights
both during the day as well as
at night, to let her see how incredible the city could be and give her some of the history.  But right now, all he wanted was to get her into his palace and have his physician explain how to make her better.  It was probably just a stomach bug, he told himself, but he didn’t want to take any chances. 

The guard nodded his head, indicating that the physician was on his way to Rashid’s private quarters.  Rashid followed along, hurrying down the long hallways.  A guard had the door open and he walked inside, laying Sidra down carefully on the sofa by the fireplace.  She barely even acknowledged the change, barely moving and Rashid’s concern increased. 

“Where the hell is the doctor?” he demanded to his guard.

The door to his quarters was opened by another guard and Doctor Hamid walked in, still buttoning his shirt and straightening his glasses on his face. “I apologize for the delay, Your Highness.  What’s the problem?” he asked. 

Rashid waved the elderly man over to the sofa and stepped back. “She woke up from a deep sleep about twenty minutes ago.  She looked fine one moment, then lost what little she’d eaten during the day in the toilet.”

The man nodded his head, seeing the concern on his leader’s face and understood that this woman was important to him.  “Let me see what’s going on,” he replied gently. 

He bent down and took out his stethoscope, listening to Sidra’s heart, her lungs and starting to touch various points on her body.  But when he tried to move her, she protested, shaking her head slowly and closing her eyes.

Dr. Hamid turned to Rashid with caring eyes.  “Would you mind if I spoke to the lady alone?”

Rashid instantly shook his head.  “Not on your life.  I want to know what’s wrong with her.”

Sidra tried to protest, but any movement, even raising her hand to challenge Rashid’s assertion that he would stay in the room made her too miserable. 

Dr. Hamid understood, and wasn’t going to challenge his leader.  The man had absolute power here and if he wanted to stay during the exam, he stayed. 

Turning back to Sidra, he took her wrist and noted the rapid pulse.  “Can you tell me the date of your last period, dear?” he asked gently. 

Sidra swallowed slowly and counted backwards.  Actually, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had her period.  “I can’t remember.”

The doctor clasped his hands together.  “Could it have been in the past month?”

Sidra’s hand covered her face and she shook her head, then stopped when that caused her stomach to quiver.  “The last three weeks have been….difficult
...”
she finally said.

“Are you normally regular?”

Sidra couldn’t believe she was discussing things like this with Rashid in the room but he
wouldn’t
leave.  She couldn’t see him, but she was sure he was probably just as embarrassed as she was.  “Yes.  Very regular.”

Dr. Hamid pulled a syringe out of his case and some cotton balls.  “What’s that for?” Sidra asked, terrified of what he was going to do.  “I’m fine,” she started to say, wanting to avoid the needle as much as possible.  “Please, no needles.”

The doctor chuckled and patted her shoulder soothingly.  “I’m very good at this.  You’ll barely feel anything.”

Sidra wasn’t convinced.  She looked up at Rashid, wanting him to make the man stop, but his face looked painfully pale underneath his tanned skin and she wasn’t sure she’d get much help from him.  Obviously he didn’t like needles any more than she did.  “Please.  I just picked up a stomach flu somewhere.  I’ll be fine with a bit of rest.”

The doctor soothed her and shook his head. “Let me just get a blood sample and we can make sure that it’s just a stomach flu.  I can then give you something to help with the nausea.”

Sidra sat back, curling herself up into a ball. “Please.  No needles,” she begged.

Rashid stepped in, placing a hand on Dr. Hamid’s shoulder.  “Let me talk to her,” he said quietly. 

The doctor moved back and Rashid took his place.  “Sidra, is there any chance you might be pregnant?” he asked, not sure how he felt about the situation. 

She closed her eyes and thought back.  Yes, it was entirely possible.  They had only used condoms while in England and they weren’t one hundred percent reliable.  Anything might have happened and there was that one time when they’d been rushing.  She had no idea but she might not have put the condom on correctly. 

“Please, no!” she thought and curled up tighter.  “No no no!”  She was rocking herself now, tears streaming down her cheeks and she prayed that it wasn’t so.  “I can’t be pregnant,” she whispered.  “How is it possible?”

“We were together three weeks ago.  If you can tell the doctor the date of your last period, he can move on from there.”

“No
.  You sleep around!  You don’t
want to have a baby with me.”  She was crying now and Rashid pulled her back into his arms.  He signaled to the doctor to leave them alone and both the doctor and his guards left the room quietly. 
“Please, can I just go to sleep?” she asked, sniffling weakly.

“Yes,” he sighed and lifted her up, carrying her into his bedroom. 

“Where am I?” she asked as he slipped her shoes off.  She still couldn’t move because her stomach rebelled at any kind of movement. 

“You’re in a bed.  Just relax.  The bathroom is to your right if you start to feel bad again.”  He slid his hands up her legs, almost groaning with the sharp stab of lust when he found she was wearing thigh high stockings.  He peeled them down off her legs, leaving her skirt on but slipping the jacket off of her arms. 

Sidra didn’t want to argue.  She just wanted to sleep and pray that she would feel better soon.  She curled up onto her side and was instantly asleep.  She wasn’t even aware of the strong arms that wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a muscular chest as she sighed with sleep.  “Rashid,” she sighed happily. 

“Yes.  It’s me.  Not that other idiot so don’t you forget it.”

She snuggled up closer to him and Rashid gritted his teeth as her round bottom pressed against his erection.  “Never anyone but you.  Always you.”

Rashid’s muscles tensed and he wondered if she knew what she was saying.  “What about the other guy?” he asked softly, testing to see if she would respond. 

“Only you,” she whispered and if he hadn’t been waiting for it, he might have missed her words. 

He smiled into the darkness and pulled her closer, careful not to put any pressure on her stomach.  The woman hadn’t betrayed him, he thought with a satisfaction that was more potent than anything he’d experienced in a long time.  Three weeks, actually. 

Chapter
7

Sidra opened her eyes but there wasn’t any light.  She had no point of reference and she was so hot she could barely stand the heat.  She tried to throw off the blanket, but it came right back to her and she felt smothered. 

Turning around, she realized that it was Rashid who was wrapped around her.  And not only him, but her legs were tangled up in his as well. 

Her heart started pounding and she stayed very still.  Was her stomach going to rebel?  She tested some movement and miraculously, she actually felt fine.  Better than fine, in fact.  She felt marvelous! 

And
then
she realized that Rashid was naked! 

Those ‘fine’ feelings instantly dissipated as desire streaked through her body.  All that body heat was not to be ignored.  She moved more, trying to loosen his arms, but the more she moved, the more tangled they became.  And the more intense those feelings of need increased, of craving his body. 

She untangled herself carefully from him, trying very hard not to wake him up.  But if she stayed like this much longer, she wasn’t sure she could resist touching him the way she had that morning. 

After several starts and stops when he moved and she was afraid he was going to wake up, Sidra finally freed herself from him and the bed.  She made her way to the bathroom, grateful for the dim light that he’d left on.  Probably because he didn’t want her throwing up in his bed. 

But she felt incredibly good right now, although she needed a toothbrush.  The gross feeling on her teeth was making her
stomach not feel very good again. 

She searched through the drawers and found several packaged tooth brushes.  She didn’t dwell too long on the fact that the man stored spare tooth brushes in his bathroom because she’d just get angry and she was too tired of being angry with this man. 

Sidra quickly brushed her teeth, then ran her fingers through her hair.  The silk shirt and wool suit were toast, she thought as she looked at her appearance in the mirror.  And she had no clue where her shoes or stockings had landed.  She didn’t mind finding a new room in bare feet, as long as she wasn’t caught by….

She caught his reflection in the mirror and swung around, her eyes automatically taking in his magnificent naked body.  The man was all muscle and…well, mostly muscle.  And that incredible erection where her eyes watched it grow. 

“What are you doing?” she gasped as he stood there looking at her. 

“Coming to check on you.  How are you feeling?” he asked casually, as if he weren’t just standing there naked in front of her, his arousal growing as plain as day. 

“I’d feel much better if you would put some clothes on!” she
squeaked
out, then looked away and tried to pretend she hadn’t seen anything.

He chuckled softly but grabbed a towel, putting it around his waist for her benefit.  “Is this better?” he asked and walked towards her, stopping when he was less than a foot away. 

Sidra looked down and noticed the terry cloth was covering him, but it left nothing to the imagination because his erection was still there for her to see, even if she couldn’t see the details of the actual flesh.  “Fine.  I just need to go,” she said with a strangled voice.  “I’ll find my way to my room.”