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“Yes. No. I nearly did when I heard the news about Malik,” she whispered. “I was so surprised. It just hit me that I hadn’t been here…” Her eyes flew to Raffa’s face and she felt a sob welling inside of her. She hadn’t been here for him – she loved him, she loved him with all that she was and she’d walked away from him. She’d done it to protect him, but how she wished she could have comforted him as well!

His eyes met hers for a brief second before jerking away, a muscle throbbing at the base of his jaw.

“Have you been sick at all? Any viruses? Flus? Nausea?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I mean, I don’t feel great a lot of the time at the moment, but I think that’s just because I’m not sleeping well.”

The doctor nodded, but his brows were drawn together.

“Do you mind if I touch you, Chloe?”

“Touch me?”

“I just want to check your abdomen.”

She frowned. “Why?”

“Has it occurred to you that you might be pregnant?”

Beside her, Raffa stilled. And she hated, more than anything, in that moment that she was going to disappoint him. That he had this glimmer of hope, that a baby had been conceived, and she was going to fail him – as always.

“I’m not pregnant,” she said. For all the reasons she’d left him, she still couldn’t reveal the truth about her inability to conceive. He would still feel honour-bound to tear up those divorce papers, and they’d both be locked in a loveless, childless marriage. He deserved so much better than that.

“Let’s just double-check,” the doctor said, and because there was no harm that could come from the inspection, Chloe nodded.

He pressed his fingers against her abdomen, low, and she startled at the feel of another man’s hands on her body. Though his touch was clinical, it was odd to have anyone touching her, besides Raffa.

She knew, without even consciously making the decision, that she would never be with another man again. Not for as long as she lived.

“I thought as much,” the doctor said, a large smile on his face as he stood.

“What is it?” Chloe pushed to sitting.

“You’re about three months along, I’d say. We’ll need to run tests to confirm the date, but there’s no mistaking it. If you were any earlier in the pregnancy, I wouldn’t have been able to feel the baby.”

“No,” Chloe’s denial was instantaneous. She didn’t look at Raffa. “I can’t be. You’re mistaken.”

“Impossible,” the doctor demurred, his smile kindly. “I can feel it for myself.”

“But I…” But what? She’d been so grief-stricken since leaving Ras el Kida, she’d ceased tracking her cycle. It had no longer seemed to matter; she knew she wasn’t pregnant and that she couldn’t become pregnant. So what was the point? Had she menstruated since she’d left?

It was absurd, but Chloe couldn’t recall! Surely there’d been something?

She shook her head; none of this made sense.

“I don’t believe this. It can’t be true.” Chloe dug her fingernails into her palms, her mouth wide open.

And the doctor frowned, a look of confusion on his face. “I take it this isn’t the news you were hoping for?”

Raffa, rendered immobile by the revelation, stood to his feet now. “Thank you, that will be all.”

The doctor’s frown deepened. “I will need to consult further with Her Highness – discuss pregnancy guidelines, prepare some vitamins, and arrange for further testing…”

“In due course,” Raffa said with steely firmness.

“Very well. Call me when you’re ready.” The doctor bowed and walked from the room, pulling the door shut after himself.

They were alone. No. Not alone! They’d never be alone again! This changed everything! It was impossible! A miracle!

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