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“You probably will.” Beau told him dryly. “I am sure, reporters were salivating over the spectacle. Thanks for coming, Lucien.”

“Of course. And don’t worry about pulling me away from that dinner. It was mind-blowingly dull. My mother-in-law is in town.” He winked at Georgie as he put away his instruments.

“Now, young lady, get something warm inside your stomach and try and get some sleep.”

“Thanks Lucien.”

“I will see you out.” Beau told him, before glancing at his wife. “I will bring the tea when I am coming back.”

He waited until they were on the landing before he spoke. “Is everything okay with her, really?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you or to her Beau and I would like to think you knew that.” Lucien said quietly. “Like I said before, the cramping is a normal part of the pregnancy. As long as it is not accompanied by bleeding, you may set your heart at rest.”

“Is there something we should be doing?” He persisted. “We went to this function–”

“Nothing is wrong with that. She can do her normal activities and like I said before, even exercising is allowed. It is even encouraged.” They had reached the front doors by now.

“I am on call twenty-four/seven and even if it’s something you feel is insignificant, don’t hesitate to call.”

“I really appreciate it, Lucien.” Beau shook his hand.

“Any time.”

Beau secured the doors, before going into the kitchen to put the kettle on. Letting out a breath, he pressed his palms on the counter. He would never forgive himself if it turned out to be something detrimental. It would have been his fault.

Seeing Miriam after such a long time, had thrown him for a curve. He had told Georgie about her of course but had glossed over the details and how much they had meant to each other.

When she left, he had been sick with anger. She had wanted him to follow her to London, but he had issued an ultimatum. It was either him or her blasted career and she had chosen her career.

He still had unresolved feelings for her. No, he was not in love with her of course, but there was something there. He loved his wife to distraction, and he would never cheat on her, but seeing Miriam had stirred something inside him.

The shrill sound of the kettle jarred him out of his reverie and had him jumping reflexively. Turning away from the counter, he set about making the tea and adding some crackers.

She was drifting off to sleep when he entered the room.

“How do you feel?” he asked anxiously, placing the tray table over her lap.

“Better.” Her eyes searched his face. “You?”

“Les anxious’” He placed the cup and saucer in her hands. “Drink while it’s hot.

“Crackers?”

“You did not eat anything at the function. By the way, several people called to find out if you were okay. Dad included.”

She grimaced as she took a sip. “What did you tell them?”

“Since dad already knows what’s happening, I assured him there was nothing to worry about. Kelly and Leesa also knew the details, I just told them that it was nothing to worry about. The others, I simply told them you were feeling a little faint.

They can deduce from that what they want.” His eyes searched her features thoroughly. “Look, about Miriam–”

“I don’t want to talk about your ex.”

“I was just shocked to see her, nothing else.”

She blew on her tea and concentrated on taking slow, careful sips. “That wasn't a surprise I saw on your face Beau. You have forgotten that I know you.”

“What are you saying?”