Mum's The Word!: Royal Heirs Required. Cat SchieldЧитать онлайн книгу.
and the two little girls riding them. Despite his tumultuous thoughts, he couldn’t help but feel joy at the appearance of his daughters and feel sorry for Christian. His cynical attitude would undoubtedly prevent him from experiencing the wonder of holding his own children in his arms and feeling their enthusiastic kisses all over his cheek.
“God,” Christian exclaimed, “you are smitten.”
“I caught a glimpse of my angels out riding.”
Christian snorted. “They’re not exactly angels. In fact, they’ve been turning the palace upside down with their version of hide-and-seek, which entails them finding some tiny nook and not coming out until every servant is called upon to look for them. It’s been worse these last few days with Olivia feeling unwell.”
Gabriel frowned. “What did you say about Olivia? She’s ill?”
“Didn’t you know?”
“I spoke with her last night. She said nothing.” Gabriel rubbed at the back of his neck. “How bad is it?”
“I don’t know. She hasn’t been out of her suite for the last two days.”
“Has she been in bed that whole time?”
“I don’t know,” Christian sounded amused. “But if you’d hinted that you’d like me to check on your English flower in her bedroom, you should have said something.”
Gabriel didn’t even look at his brother as he exited the car and strode into the palace. Tension rode his shoulders as he entered the foyer, barely hearing the greetings from the staff on duty. Why hadn’t Olivia told him she wasn’t doing well? He took the stairs two at a time and turned in the direction of his fiancée’s suite. His knock was answered by a maid.
“I’m here to see Lady Darcy,” he told her, his scowl compelling the young woman to step back.
Three women occupied the room. Olivia sat on the couch with her feet up, her back to him while Ariana sat opposite her facing the door. Olivia’s private secretary was by the desk. His sister’s lilting laugh broke off as he entered.
“Good afternoon, ladies.” He forced himself to approach Ariana first. His sister looked splendid as always in an evening-blue dress. The color flattered her golden skin and dark brown hair. She wore a simple gold bangle at her wrist and gold hoop earrings.
“Welcome back, Gabriel,” she said, standing as he drew near and making her cheek available for a kiss.
“We missed you,” Olivia echoed, turning to gaze up at him. Her normally pale complexion lacked its customary healthy glow and there were shadows purpling the skin beneath her eyes.
Concern flared. He sat beside her on the sofa and touched her cheek with his fingertips. “Last night on the phone, why didn’t you tell me you’ve been ill?”
“It’s nothing.”
“You’re too pale. I demand to know what’s wrong.”
Olivia sighed and cast her gaze toward Ariana. Her eyes widened, causing Gabriel to turn his head. Ariana had vanished. The door to the bedroom was shut. They were alone.
Gabriel refocused on Olivia. “Answer me,” he growled.
Red patches appeared on her formerly dull cheeks. “I’ve been having a particularly difficult period,” she murmured.
Relief flooded him. She was embarrassed to discuss her body’s natural process? Was that why she’d kept silent the night before? Amused, Gabriel dipped a finger beneath her chin and raised it.
“I’m going to be your husband. You better prepare to discuss all sorts of things like this with me.”
“Be careful or you may live to regret those words,” she muttered, but her lips were soft and eager beneath his. “Welcome home.”
An endearment hung between them, unspoken. She’d promised not to call him Prince Gabriel or Your Highness as they made love, but she had yet to find a pet name for him. What would it be? Darling? Dearest? Sweetheart?
My love?
“Did you have a successful trip?” she asked.
“It was very long.” He leaned forward and kissed her neck below her ear, smiling as she trembled. “And lonely.”
She framed his face with her hands. “I missed you so much. In fact—”
A knock sounded on the door, interrupting her. Heaving a weary sigh, Gabriel kissed Olivia on the nose and then raised his voice to be heard in the hall. “Come.”
Stewart poked his head around the door. “The king wondered if you’d gotten lost on your way to the meeting with the prime minister.”
Gabriel stood and bent over Olivia’s hand. “Duty calls.”
“Of course.” The bright smile she gave him didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Perhaps we can have dinner together?”
Regret pinched him. “I’m afraid I can’t tonight. I already have an appointment.”
“Of course.”
He’d grown familiar with the micro expressions that belied her thoughts and could see she was disappointed. He hated being the one who robbed her eyes of their sparkle, and the intensity of his desire to see her smile caught him off guard. Falling in love with his fiancée wasn’t what he’d had in mind when he decided to marry Olivia.
“I’ll stop back to check on you later,” he said.
Her gaze clung to his face. “I’ll be waiting.”
* * *
The morning after Gabriel returned from his business trip, Olivia caught herself smiling almost as often as she yawned. True to his word, he’d returned after his dinner to check on her and they’d snuggled on the sofa until almost three in the morning while Olivia filled him in on the twins and he spoke of what he’d seen in Switzerland and Belgium.
In addition to talking, there’d been a fair amount of kissing, as well. Lighthearted, romantic kisses that left Olivia breathless and giddy. He’d treated her with tender patience, not once letting passion get the better of him. Olivia had found his control both comforting and frustrating. Four days without him had aroused her appetite for his hands roaming over her skin and she cursed her cycle’s timing.
On the other hand, there would be nothing to get in the way of their magical wedding night. Unless there wasn’t going to be a wedding.
This was her first period since discontinuing the birth control pills that regulated her cycle. At first she’d been down because as amazing as her nights with Gabriel had been, she hadn’t gotten pregnant. Soon, however, she began to worry as old, familiar symptoms appeared. Assuring herself everything was going to be fine became harder each day as her period stretched out. For the past two days fear had begun to sink deep into bone and sinew. She began to confront the very real possibility that her surgery might not have cleared up her problem. She had to face that getting and staying pregnant might be more difficult than she’d assumed.
Then, after seeing Gabriel yesterday, it became clear what she had to do. She needed to tell him the truth. Despite the connection they shared, she wasn’t sure how he was going to react to her news. She could only hope he would act like his father and work with her to solve any issues that came up.
“Olivia?”
A soft voice roused her. With the paparazzi hungry for their first glimpse of Gabriel’s daughters, Olivia had requested that Noelle bring their flower-girl dresses to the palace to be fitted. Blinking, she refocused on the slim, dark-haired woman.
“Sorry, Noelle. With the wedding two weeks away my mind tends to jump around a great deal these days. What were you saying?”
“I asked if you wanted me to bring your dress here next week for the final fitting rather than have you come to my