Pregnant with a Royal Baby!(24)

Emotion swelled in his chest, but he held it back, more afraid of it  than he cared to admit. "You shouldn't hide it. Everybody's waiting to  see it."

She groaned. "Everybody's waiting to see me get fat? Thanks for the reminder that I'll be getting fat in front of the world."

He grabbed his jacket and motioned her out of their bedroom. "That's one  way of looking at it. The other is to realize that since everybody's so  eager to see you gain weight, you now have full permission to eat."

She stopped and pivoted to face him. "Oh, my gosh! I never thought of it  that way. For the next five months I can eat on camera."

"Subjects will love seeing you eat on camera."

She rubbed her hands together with glee. "Bring on the steaks."

He opened the apartment door and led her into the echoing foyer. "Should I tell them to give you two from now on?"

She inclined her head. "Might not want to start big. I should work my way up to the second steak."

They entered the elevator. As it descended she slid her arm through his.  The door opened and they made their way to his father's quarters, where  her mother was holding court. He thought it odd for the real royal, his  dad, to be letting Ginny's mom monopolize the conversation. Still, he  walked into a room to the sound of his brother laughing and his dad  trying to hide a laugh.

"Mother, please tell me you're not telling off-color jokes."

Rose gasped at the sound of her daughter's voice. When she turned and  saw the same thing Dom had seen that evening-the slight evidence of a  baby bump-her eyes misted. She raced over and put her hands on Ginny's  tummy.

"Oh, my gosh."

As she had with him, Ginny groaned. "Great. Just great. Everybody's going to notice."

"Subjects are eagerly waiting for this," Dom's father said, sounding happier than Dom had ever heard him.

"That's what I told her." He nodded to the bartender to get him a Scotch  but stopped midnod and shook his head. He didn't need a drink. Didn't  want a drink. Not out of respect for her sensitivity because of her  dad's alcoholism. But out of a sense of unity. This child was both of  theirs, but technically she was doing all the work, all the sacrificing.  He walked to the bar, got two orange juices in beautiful crystal and  handed one to Ginny.                       
       
           



       

Alex laughed. "You're drinking orange juice?"

He glanced at his brother's double Scotch. "Maybe I'd like to have a clear head in case we go to war?"

"Bah. War!" The king batted a hand. "That miserable old sheikh who's been threatening had better watch his mouth."

Ginny spun to face him. "A sheikh's been threatening?"

"Rattling his saber." Dom took a sip of his orange juice.

She stepped back, tugging on his sleeve for him to join her out of the  conversation circle. "Is that what the orange juice is about?"

He looked at the glass, then at her and decided to come clean. "No, as  my dad said, the sheikh is just being an idiot. I realize you're doing  all the heavy lifting with this pregnancy. I thought I'd show a little  unity, if only in spirit."

"Oh." She kissed his cheek. "Now, there's something you should tell the press."

"Are you kidding?"

"No. If they like baby bumps, they'll love hearing that you're sacrificing your Scotch."

"This sacrifice isn't permanent. It's only for tonight."

"Still, it's charming."

"Oh, please. It took me decades to lose the Prince Charming title. I'd  rather not go there again." He pointed at his brother. "Alex lives with  it now."

"Still..." She sucked in a breath and caught his gaze. "Thank you."

He displayed the glass. "It's a little thing. Not much really." Yet he  could see it meant a lot to her, and knowing that gave him a funny  feeling inside. Add that to his ability to see her baby bump every time  she shifted or moved and he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her.

His father led them to the ballroom, where they entered to a trumpet  blast. After an hour in a receiving line, he noticed Ginny looked a  little tired and was glad when they walked to the dais. His father made a  toast. As minister of finance, he gave a longer toast.

The press was escorted out as dinner was served and, relieved, Dom sat  back. Watching Ginny dig into her pork chops with raspberry sauce served  with mashed potatoes and julienned steamed carrots, he laughed.

"You're going to be finished before I get three bites into mine."

"Everyone said pregnancy would make me hungry all the time. They should have said ravenous."

He chuckled.

She eyed his dish. "You got a bigger serving than I did."

"Wanna switch plates?"

She sighed. "No."

"Seriously. I'll save some. If you're still hungry you can have it."

"I'm gonna get big as a house."

"In front of the whole world," he agreed good-naturedly. But when she  was done eating, he slid a piece of his pork to her plate. "I don't want  you to faint from hunger while we're dancing."

But as he said the words, he got a funny sensation. A prickling that  tiptoed up his spine to the roots of his hair. He glanced to the left  and right, not sure what he was looking for. He saw only dinner servers  in white jackets and gloves. People milling about the formal dining  room.

Calling himself crazy, he went back to the entertainment that was  watching his wife eat and didn't think of the prickling until he and  Ginny were on the dance floor an hour later. With everyone's attention  on his father and Ginny's mother, who were doing their own version of a  samba, he felt comfortable enough to enjoy holding Ginny, dancing with  her. He'd spun her around twice, then dipped her enough to make her  laugh, and there it was again. A tingling that raced up his back and  settled in his neck.

Still, he didn't mention it to Ginny. They danced and mingled with the  dignitaries invited to their annual gala, including the sheikh currently  giving them trouble.

She curtsied graciously when introduced. "I was hoping you could settle your differences tonight."

The sheikh's gaze bounced to Dominic's. Dominic only shrugged. She hadn't really said anything too bad.

The sheikh caught Ginny's hand and kissed it. "We don't talk business at the gala."

She bowed apologetically. "I'm so sorry. But since I was hoping that  settling this agreement might get me two weeks on the yacht with my  husband I guess I didn't see it as business."

The sheikh laughed. "I like a woman who doesn't mind asking for what she wants."

Ginny smiled. Dominic took the cue and said, "Perhaps we could meet first thing Monday morning."

"If your father's schedule is free."

"I'm sure it will be for you."                       
       
           



       

An hour later, seeing that Ginny was tired, Dominic excused himself to  his father who-along with Ginny's mother-thought it was a good idea for  her to leave.

He took her hand and led her down a few halls to their elevator. When  they were securely behind the door of their apartment, he tugged on her  hand and brought her to him for a long happy kiss.

"You do realize you just accomplished what diplomacy hasn't been able to get done in three weeks."

"Does this mean I get my three weeks on the yacht?"

"I thought it was two."

"I want three."

"You're getting greedy."

She curtsied. "I just like my time with you, Your Majesty. And your undivided attention."

He scooped her off her feet and carried her to their bedroom. "I'm about  to give you all the undivided attention you can handle."

* * *

The next morning Ginny awakened as she had every day since their  marriage, wrapped in his arms. At six, Dom rolled out of bed and used  the bathroom. He slid into a robe and, from seeing his daily routine,  Ginny knew he'd gone to their everyday dining room. Sliding into a  pretty pink robe, Ginny followed him.

"Not sleepy this morning?"

Rather than take her chair, she slid to his lap. "I feel extraordinarily good."

"So maybe we should do what we did last night every night."

"Maybe we should."

The sound of the servant's door being opened brought Ginny to her feet.  As she walked to her side of the table, a young girl wheeled in a cart  containing his breakfast of bacon and eggs, plus bowls of fruit, carafes  of fruit juices, and plates of pastries and breads.

She smiled at Ginny expectantly. Knowing she was waiting for her breakfast order, Ginny said, "I'll just eat what we have here."

Dom glanced over. "No bacon? No eggs?"

"Wait until you see now many bagels I eat."

He laughed as the serving girl left.