Christakis's Rebellious Wife(42)

                ‘I wasn’t looking at the screen or listening. I was looking at you because you looked so worried—’

                ‘I never dreamt... Twins! I mean, I’ve barely changed shape—’

                The concept of two babies battling to occupy Betsy’s tiny, fragile body at one and the same time only filled Nik with guilt and fear. Had he been more careful, had he thought to use precautions, had he suppressed his desire for her, none of this would have happened, he acknowledged angrily. But then, had she not fallen pregnant, would he have her back in his life? He thought not. And oddly enough, that acknowledgement banished all the razor-edged regrets attacking him.

                Cristo’s wife, Belle, phoned when they were walking back through the airport.

                ‘Where the heck have you been?’

                ‘Greece. Nik flew me to Athens to see an obstetrician.’

                ‘As you do,’ Belle mocked after a disconcerted pause. ‘When will you be home?’

                Betsy asked Nik. He veiled his gaze. ‘I don’t plan for us to return immediately,’ he admitted. ‘After what the doctor said I thought a week of rest and relaxation here would be a wiser idea... What do you think?’

                The addition of the ‘what do you think?’ question was a groundbreaking improvement from Nik’s domineering corner.

                ‘I’ll phone you later,’ Betsy told her sister-in-law, and in the VIP travel lounge she sat down beside her husband. ‘Where are you planning on taking me?’

                ‘The island of Vesos, where I spent my first years in my grandfather’s home.’

                Betsy hadn’t known even that small fact about his childhood and even had she been furious with him, which for once she was not, she would not have missed the chance to see the island. In any case she knew Nik well enough to recognise that he was seriously worried about her physical condition and the doctor’s sober pronouncements had filled her with dismay and guilt as well. Obviously she had not been looking after herself and her pregnancy as well as she had dimly imagined.

                She felt humbled by that knowledge. After all, she had longed to have a child for so long and here she was gifted with the prospect of two babies and her body wasn’t doing the job it should be doing because she had stressed and fretted, skipped meals and lain awake too many nights. Now she felt duly punished and arguing with Nik was the last thing on her mind. Indeed she was willing to do virtually anything to get her blood pressure back to normal and her condition improved to the level where she could carry a twin pregnancy safely to term.

                ‘How on earth will Alice cope without me?’ Betsy groaned. ‘There’s deliveries arriving every day—’

                ‘I’ve already instructed her to hire temporary help to provide cover during your absence.’

                ‘You think of everything—’

                ‘No, I don’t. If I did, we wouldn’t be in this situation now. Xenophon was right. We’re both stressed out of our minds. The divorce, the unexpected pregnancy, the constant conflict,’ Nik bit out in a tone of harsh regret. ‘How could we be anything else but stressed?’

                ‘I’m going to be a lot more sensible,’ Betsy swore.

                ‘And instead of playing points, I will do what I can to support you, glikia mou.’

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