Unexpectedly Expecting the Sheik's Baby - Elizabeth Lennox Page 0,65

me?” he said, this time there was a hint of teasing sarcasm in his voice.

Cassy laughed. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Epilogue

“You can’t do this,” Cassy protested as she stepped into Nasir’s office.

Nasir leaned back in his leather chair, watching as Cassandra waddled over to his desk. He ignored the document she dropped onto his desk, focusing instead on the beautiful swell of her stomach. “How is our son doing today?” he asked, reaching out to pet her stomach, kissing her belly.

“She was annoyed last night,” she grumbled, emphasizing the female pronoun.

“I noticed. You tossed and turned all night,” he said, standing and kissing her gently. “How is your back?”

Cassy sighed, putting a hand on either side of her bulging tummy. “My back hurts. My boobs hurt. My legs hurt. I’m tired and hungry, but I can’t eat anything because of the heartburn that comes after.”

Nasir laughed softly as she glared at him. “From past experience, I guess that means that we are about to meet our son?” Their three other boys were wild and rambunctious, and he loved every one of them!

She huffed a bit. “I hope so,” she replied, leaning against his hard chest as much as she could. “I’m sick of being pregnant. Next time, you get to be pregnant.”

He sat back down in his chair, pulling her close. “You’ve already told me that this is our last child.”

Cassy pulled back, shaking her head. “I can’t sit on your lap, Nasir. I’m too big. I’ll hurt…oomph!” She blinked up at him as he leaned back, steadying her on his thighs. “Well, okay then.”

He chuckled at her grumpiness. “You are not too heavy. You are beautiful and we won’t have any more children.”

She looped her arms around his neck. “You said that the last three times,” she groused.

“True,” he replied, his hand smoothing down over her very pregnant tummy. “But I’d like to point out that I don’t believe that I’ve been the one to suggest that we have more children.”

That was true enough, she thought, glaring at him. “Fine! I’m the one that wanted more! But seriously! Pregnancy sucks!”

“You liked it a few months ago,” he teased, nuzzling her neck.

She tilted her head, giving him more room because she liked it when he did that. “Yeah, but that was during the fifth month of this pregnancy. That was when I could still walk and,” she gasped when he nipped at her earlobe. “Enjoy sex!” he bit her lobe again, his hands moving higher, cupping her large breasts through the material of her stretchy dress.

“You enjoyed sex last night.”

Cassy thought about it and shook her head. “No. I’m too big. It wasn’t enjoyable.”

“You screamed my name,” he reminded her.

She swatted his shoulder and stood up. “A gentleman wouldn’t remind me of that,” and she walked around to the other side of his desk.

Nasir laughed, his gaze drinking in her pregnant body with appreciation. “Yes, I know. And you know very well that I’m not a gentleman.”

Her body warmed and he watched as the blush stole up her cheeks. “I know that too well.” She tried to grumble, but her lips curled up into a smile. “Anyway, I should…” Cassy froze, her eyes widening as she looked at Nasir.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded, standing up as she gripped her stomach. “Is it the baby?”

Cassy nodded, and looked down at the floor. “My water just broke.”

Nasir raced around the desk, pressing a button that alerted the guards stationed outside of his office. He lifted her into his arms as he shouted to the guards, “Get the doctor ready. My wife is in labor!”

There was a great deal of movement and a wheelchair was brought into the office. He put her gently into the chair, then pushed the aide out of the way, determined to get his wife to the delivery room himself.

“Hold on, my love. The doctor has been standing by. You will be…”

“Hurry,” Cassy urged, clutching her stomach. “This little girl is ready to join us!” and then she screamed as her first contraction ripped across her abdomen. He pushed her through to the palace delivery ward and Cassy panted through the pain as several nurses helped her onto the delivery room table.

“Tell the kids,” Cassy said to Nasir as he stepped out of the way so the nurses could strap on the fetal heart rate monitor over her belly.

“I’m not leaving you,” he snapped. But he turned to one of the guards. “Tell my sons that their mother is about