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‘I was supposed to be meeting with my brother.’
Maggie was about to tell him she had intended to do the same when he utterly floored her, for Ilyas said something she’d never thought he would.
‘I could not bear to leave things, though, not for even one more night.’
He took a step forward and she held open the door.
They walked down the hall that housed the shared bathroom and kitchen and Maggie had to get her keys out for her room on the left.
As she did so, she wondered how to tell him the news, for he couldn’t have noticed, given he hadn’t said anything.
Perhaps Flo’s suggestion to rely on a mass of red hair and a flash of cleavage had worked a little too well!
Ilyas knew.
The second he had seen her he had known, but he was used to keeping his expression from betraying his thoughts.
‘I don’t think I made the bed,’ she admitted as she fumbled with the door.
‘It doesn’t matter.’
He walked into the small home she had made and he was so incredibly proud of her for picking herself up and starting over again and again.
And she was very pregnant.
Ilyas needed a moment to centre himself and for the news to take hold.
He was a planner.
But there were times when the world upended even the very best laid plans.
He had left with his country’s future planned yet still somewhat uncertain, having jeered to his father that he had no heir.
And then, when his head was swirling, he saw something and he walked over and picked up the glass bottle and held it in his palm. ‘The sands of home?’ he checked.
‘Yes.’
He removed the stopper and peppered his palm with grains and drew on their wisdom.
All would be well.
‘Ilyas...’ He heard the nervousness in her voice and responded to it with warmth.
‘Yes...?’
It took only a moment and when he walked over, his palm went straight to her stomach and his touch embraced them both—mother and child.
His arms were the luxury she had missed, Maggie knew as he pulled her towards him.
When there, her mind did not search for answers, she just let herself be held.
Maggie had been so unsure how to tell him, and had made herself dizzy trying to fathom what his reaction would be. But Ilyas’s embrace was just right, and then his tender touch to her stomach told her all would be well.
Maggie did not know what would happen, but if an occasional lover was all she could be, she would take it, because there could be no one else for her than Ilyas.
She breathed in his scent, so familiar to her soul, and each nerve flared in instant recall and with desire.
Oh, she had missed him so much.
