His Pregnant Princess
“HE asked, his expression so still it might have been carved from stone.
“No, Liam, I’m not. I thought it best to sound the false alarm before I was certain. Yes, I am certain. As certain as one can be when all one has done is relieve oneself on several little white sticks and not gone in to see a doctor. And there’s the matter of me being a week late.”
She didn’t know how he could be so damned serene, not when she felt as if everything was changed. As if everything was wrong and right all at the same time. Perfect and utterly destroyed. How could he look calm when the world was its most beautiful and most terrifying? She certainly wasn’t calm.
She was two more quick breaths away from full-on hyperventilation. Which could not be good for the baby.
Oh, dear Lord, the baby.
His baby.
“I see.”
He was so stoic.
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