Playing The Playboy's Sweetheart - Plot & Excerpts
‘They’re keeping me in again tonight.’ Emily nodded. She wanted to go home and away from all the eyes and just curl up in a ball and heal, but every couple of hours she started retching and they weren’t sure if it was the anaesthetic or morning sickness. So the drip stayed in and apart from a shuffle to the loo and shower she was pretty much still in bed. ‘You’ve lost weight,’ Hugh said. ‘I was going to say the same thing about you.’ He looked haggard and a bit thinner and very, very troubled, even if he was trying to sound upbeat. ‘I know it’s a shock...’ ‘Emily...’ Hugh tried to keep his patience. ‘I’ve got a lot on my mind at the moment, but can you please get it into your head that I am not cross about the baby, I am not running screaming for the hills...’ ‘You’re not upset?’ ‘God...’ He let out an exasperated sigh. ‘I’m pleased.’ She blinked when he said it. ‘I’m actually pleased that you’re pregnant because now, like it or not, we have to talk.’ ‘So what are you looking so worried about?’ ‘You,’ Hugh said.
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