The Future King's Pregnant Mistress

'Nothing to worry about,' the nurse reassured her cheerfully. 'It's just a special imaging process that gives us a clearer, more in-depth picture of the baby, that's all.’

‘But why...I mean, why do you need that?’

Emily wasn't aware that she had stopped walking until she felt Marco reach out and take hold of her hand. Anxiously she looked up at him, mutely telling him that she didn't feel able to go any further.

‘Here we are.’ the nurse announced, opening a door several yards up the corridor and holding it open, waiting for Marco and Emily to catch up with her. ‘I’ll hand you over to Merle, now.’ she told Emily as another nurse came forward to direct her over to the waiting bed.

‘Once you've put on your gown, the ultrasonographer will start the scan. I’ll be putting some gel on your tummy, like the last time.’ she told Emily kindly.

‘You don't need to be here for this. Marco.’ Emily told Marco firmly as she pulled the curtains round the bed and got undressed. For once, the thought of the potential indignity of wearing the universal hospital gown, with its open back fastening, didn't bother her. All she could think about was her baby.

Why wouldn't anyone tell her anything? Part of her was relieved that Marco was ignoring her request and not making any move to leave, but another part of her felt even more anxious. If there was something wrong with their baby. Marcos pride...It didn't matter what Marco thought. She would have her baby, no matter what.

When Emily had changed into her gown and she drew back the curtains, she looked both vulnerable and afraid. Just looking at her caused a sensation in Marco that felt like a giant fist squeezing his heart and wringing from it an emotion so concentrated that it burned his soul.

The nurse helped Emily lie down on the bed next to the scanner and covered her legs with a blanket, then she started applying the necessary gel.

Given she was around twenty weeks pregnant, her stomach was only gently rounded. Emily held her breath anxiously as the ultrasonographer a very professional-looking young woman passed, the probe over her bump, whilst studying the resulting images on the screen in front on her.

‘Why am I having to have this kind of scan?’ Emily asked her.

‘See—look, your baby is yawning.’ The ultrasonographer smiled, ignoring her questions. Emily stared at the screen, her heart giving a fierce kick of awed joy as she stared avidly at the small but perfect form.

‘Maybe he's not a he but a she.'

Emily had been so engrossed in watching the screen that she hadn't realised that Marco had come to stand behind her and was looking over her head at the image of their baby.

‘Oh. I think we can safely say that he is a he.' the girl told him with a broad smile and pointing, before suddenly going silent as she moved the scanner further up the baby's body. Then her smile gave way to a frown of concentration.

Why wasn't she saying anything? Emily worried. Why was she staring at the screen so intently? Her heart thumped with fear.

‘What is it?' Emily asked anxiously. ‘Is something wrong?’

‘When it is finished you'll be able to go and get dressed.' the girl told her smoothly. You've got an appointment to see Mr Bryant-Jones. I think?’

‘Yes.' Emily confirmed. Look, if there's something wrong with my baby...'

‘Mr Bryant-Jones will discuss the scan with you.' The girl was using her professional mask to hold her at a distance. Emily recognised shakily. She looked at Marco. She could see in his eyes that he too was aware of the heavy weight of what the girl had not said hanging in the room. What was it? What was wrong? The tiny being shed seen on the scan had been yawning and stretching—to her eye he looked completely perfect. Maybe she was worrying unnecessarily. Maybe this was just a routine check.

Her fingers trembled as she re-dressed herself. On the other side of the curtain, she could hear Merle, the nurse, telling Marco that as soon as Emily was ready she would escort them down to see the obstetrician...

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

EMILY could feel her anxiety bathing her skin in perspiration as they were shown into the obstetrician’s office. Mr Bryant-Jones was smiling, but not as widely as he had done the first time she had seen him.

‘Ah. Emily, good. Good.’ He was looking past her towards Marco, but before Emily could introduce him Marco stepped forward, extending his hand and saying curtly. ‘Prince Marco of Niroli. I am the baby's father.’

‘Ah. Yes.... Excellent’

Mr Bryant-Jones, why have I had to have another scan?1 Emily demanded. unable to wait any longer. ‘And this three-D scan, what is that—? Why...?’