The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Kerstin did. Kerstin spoke fluent finance.

Alessandra placed a hand on her belly as if by covering it she could protect the tiny life within from the thoughts raging through its mother’s head.

By marrying her, Christian had deprived himself of a marriage that would be far better suited to him.

Kerstin would be perfect. She had the physical attributes he so desired—Alessandra doubted any man would get bored of making love to her—but, more importantly from her husband’s point of view, there would be no juggling of time, no compromise. Kerstin would flit into his life as if she’d been born there and then, when her father retired, she and Christian would take over the running of his bank together.

Dio, now her brain was running away from her. She couldn’t make it stop.

They’d been in the woman’s company for twenty minutes and already Alessandra had mapped her entire future out for her.

Christian had never wanted to marry. He’d given up his freedom for their baby. He was trying to accommodate the mother of his baby into his life as well as he could.

He might never have wanted to marry but he did want children.

If he’d met Kerstin tonight as a single man, would he too have grasped what an ideal wife she would have made for him?

They’d have been perfect together, could have made beautiful babies over a set of spreadsheets then whispered sweet nothings about the world of finance into each other’s ears until the early hours of every morning.

Christian asked quietly, breaking into her runaway

have indigestion,’ she said,

studied her, a question mark in

expanded, referring to the mini filo-pastry pies stuffed with spinach and feta she’d taken a liking to. At her

now. Her stomach felt so tight she doubted anything would go

to go home?’ Did he have to look so concerned when she was playing an imaginary game of marrying him off to someone else? A more suitable

‘Carry on with your conversation—I need to visit

minutes later, after a sharp talking to herself in the privacy of a cubicle, she was washing her hands when Kerstin walked

Alessandra’s brain immediately started up

the matter?’

Christian’s future imaginary wife was looking

at all.’ She

sister have a baby soon.

can you tell?’ Not only was

has had many babies,’ Kerstin said

tell anyone,’ Alessandra beseeched. ‘We’re not ready for the world to