Pregnancy Proposals: The Duke's Baby. Rebecca Winters
surprised neither of you recognized the symptoms. Under the circumstances I’ll leave you two alone for a minute, then I’ll be back in to talk to you.”
“Wait—”
“Thank you, Dr. Semplis,” Lance said, taking charge as if he was used to dealing with her. He put his strong hands on her shoulders to ease her back. “We do need some private time.”
The door clicked shut.
Overwhelmed by emotions bombarding her, Andrea broke down sobbing. Once she got started, she couldn’t stop.
Lance said her name in alarm several times and handed her a box of tissues. “Andrea … tell me what’s going on,” her urged.
“You wouldn’t understand.” The words came out in another gush of tears. How could he when she could hardly comprehend it herself.
“You said it was impossible. Does that mean your husband isn’t the father?”
Her breath caught. “No—Yes—I mean I’ve never been with another man, so it has to be my husband’s. But I was told it would take a miracle.”
“Why?” he demanded softly. His hands were kneading her upper arms, but he didn’t seem to be aware of it.
She raised drenched brown eyes to him. “Because I went through premature menopause several years ago, ruling out pregnancy. It happens in a certain small percentage of women. My specialist told me that in my case, the chances of ovulating were so astronomical, I should never count on conceiving a child.”
Andrea wondered if a trick of light was the reason his eyes suddenly darkened.
“She’s been helping me experiment with herbs and hormone therapy to keep my heart healthy. I assumed the physical changes to my body were a result of the hormones. My hands have been so swollen, I left my rings at home.”
“So that’s the explanation,” Lance murmured.
She nodded. “Since Richard’s death I’ve been more tired than usual, and have experienced quite a bit of nausea. But I thought the symptoms had to be the fault of depression and the hormones.
“To think I’m almost through my first trimester of pregnancy and didn’t know it! I—I’m in shock.”
She looked at him through blurry eyes. “Oh, Lance—Richard wanted a baby so badly. Now he’s gone, and he’ll never know our child or be able to help me raise it.”
He remained silent while another explosion of tears poured out of her, more profuse than before. When they finally subsided she said, “In the beginning we had such plans for a family. He was an only child. We wanted two or three so they could be friends. It’s wonderful when siblings have each other.
“Then we found out I couldn’t have any. We were both devastated. I—I wanted to have his baby. Once we heard the awful news, he was so crushed,” she said on another sob.
“When I buried him, I thought it was the end of everything. I came to France so empty, and now—”
“Now everything’s different,” he murmured in a thick-toned voice. She felt him rub the arm that didn’t have the drip in it.
Andrea wiped her eyes. “Except that my baby will grow up without its father. I was deprived of both my parents. I—I can hardly bear to think of history repeating itself. Every child needs a daddy.
“Why did Richard have to die—” Her sorrowful wail rang in the room.
Wordlessly Lance put his arm around her back. She found herself sobbing against his broad shoulder. After a time she realized she was getting him all wet and pulled away embarrassed.
She reached for some tissues and sniffed. “I’m sorry for breaking down like this. You must think I’m insane.”
“I think Richard was a damn lucky man. With you as his child’s mother, his legacy will be carried on. Maybe there’s a future professor growing inside you. Do those motherly instincts tell you if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“What instincts?” she challenged, clearing her throat. “I didn’t even know a baby was living inside me until a few minutes ago. I still can’t believe I’m pregnant!”
“Thank God the diagnosis is one of joy,” Lance exclaimed. “When you were lying there in the grass so ill, too many negative thoughts ran through my mind.”
“I was frightened, too.” Her eyes glazed over with fresh tears. “Thank you again for helping me. I–I’m sorry the doctor assumed you were the father. When he comes back in I’ll explain.”
A half smile broke the corner of Lance’s sensual mouth. “Hearing the news with you made me feel like I’m the father. It’s an experience I wouldn’t have missed. Do you know my heart leaped when he told us?”
She bit her lip. “So did mine.”
His expression sobered. “If I’d realized you were pregnant, I wouldn’t have asked you to follow me to my underwater treasure yesterday.”
Andrea recalled the experience, particularly the moment when he’d clasped her body against his to take her to the surface. The baby had been pressed against his hard muscled physique.
“It was a unique experience,” she admitted softly. “Someday when my child is old enough to swim on his own, I’ll have to bring him to France so he can dive in the lake and discover its secrets for himself.”
“So you’re thinking a boy.” Lance flashed her another rare half smile that transformed his features and made her heart kick.
“I guess I am.”
“Wait another month and we’ll find out if you’re right about the gender,” the doctor inserted.
Andrea hadn’t heard him come in the room.
“I knocked, but you two didn’t hear me. Would you like to listen to the heartbeat?”
He put on his stethoscope and found the spot on Andrea’s stomach, then let her listen. It sounded like horse’s hooves galloping across the prairie.
“I don’t believe it.” All this time her child had been growing inside her and she hadn’t been aware of it.
“Your baby’s approximately three and half inches long, and is developing nicely.”
Lance reached for the stethoscope so he could listen. A slow smile broke the corner of his mouth, once again accentuating his striking features. When he relinquished the instrument, his gaze still clung to hers.
“After not knowing what was wrong with her earlier, Doctor, your news has made me a very happy man.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
Heat crept into Andrea’s face. She looked over at the doctor. “There’s something you need to know. You’ve misunderstood the situation. I’m a guest at the Château Du Lac. Monsieur Du Lac isn’t my husband.”
He wrapped her arm to take her blood pressure. “What’s stopping you two from getting married?”
“You don’t understand. The baby isn’t his.”
The doctor did a double-take. “Then the birth father should be told.”
“I can’t tell him.” Her voice trembled. “On the morning I must have conceived this baby, my husband left for work. By evening he’d died of a brain aneurysm. That was three months ago.”
“Andrea …”
The compassion in Lance’s tone caused her eyes to close.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” the doctor said, “however he’s left you with a marvelous legacy.”
Lance’s exact words.
“I know, but I can hardly take