Prince Nadir's Secret Heir(57)

                The thought stunned her.

                Had she been waiting for him to disappoint her? Fail her? Because he had. Spectacularly so. Which didn’t fit with why he was being so helpful now. Was it to garner her cooperation with his dogged plan for them to marry or because he genuinely cared?

                Too many questions and too few answers but Imogen suspected that maybe he wouldn’t change his mind about marrying her and, worse, part of her didn’t want him to. This...she swallowed back a ball of emotion rising inside her chest...this was nice. Sharing the care of Nadeena with him, working together as a team. It was every woman’s wish to have her lover—her partner—around to talk with and iron out the kinks of parenthood. To journey through life hand in hand with someone there to help field the knocks it inevitably handed out. Someone who would care.

                But Nadir wasn’t her lover or her partner at this point and her mother’s dating advice had been to warn her that a man could put on a good show for thirty, even forty, days before the cracks started appearing. If you added up their time together in Paris and the last couple of days, Nadir fell smack bang in the middle of her mother’s bell curve. Would he revert to his playboy ways after that and start ignoring them both?

                ‘Imogen?’

                Realising she had spaced out and that she was extremely tired after all the emotion of the last couple of days, she glanced up at him holding Nadeena. She looked so tiny and perfect in his arms.

                ‘Just...’ She had no idea what she was going to say. ‘She might need a top-up.’

                ‘A top-up?’

                ‘A bit more milk.’ Her face flooded with colour as he understood and she thought how ridiculous that she should be embarrassed after all they had shared but she was. ‘I’ll do it in bed. It’s sometimes easier.’

                ‘But is it safe? What if you fall asleep?’

                ‘Of course it’s safe,’ Imogen said sharply. ‘I wouldn’t put her at risk, Nadir.’

                ‘I wasn’t questioning your mothering skills, Imogen, I...oh, hell.’ He rubbed his jaw. ‘This is all new to me. I want you to be safe.’

                Imogen’s heart gave a little leap. Not you, she derided the foolish muscle in her chest; he means he wants Nadeena to be safe. ‘I won’t fall asleep,’ she said wearily. ‘You can go.’

                Their eyes connected in the dim light and Imogen saw a look come over his face that she couldn’t quite define. If she had to guess she’d say it was as if he was trying to work something out but, whatever it was, it seemed to elude him.

                She lay on the bed and waited almost breathlessly as he leant over and laid Nadeena in the crook of her arm, sleepiness invading her limbs as her daughter latched onto her nipple once again.

                ‘Your hair is wet,’ he said gruffly.

                ‘I know.’ Imogen lifted her hand to smooth the damp, irritating strands away from her shoulder and tried not to show her surprise when Nadir’s hands took over the task, smoothing the long strands out on the pillow behind her.

                ‘It’s fine,’ she said, her breaths shallow and hurried at the intimacy of the moment. ‘You don’t have to do that.’

                ‘Stop trying to shut me out, Imogen. If you leave your hair like this it will be all tangled in the morning.’

                He continued working out the kinks and Imogen decided it was better if she just let him do it. And it felt good. So good.