PRINCE CHARMING: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance(60)

“Better, yeah. Did they tell you? Twins, Quincy… We’re going to have twins.”

He rested his forehead against hers and nodded. “I know. I can’t believe it.” He kissed her again and took her hands. “Your mom’s here.”

Olivia’s face paled. “Oh, God. Does she hate you—is she pissed?”

“Surprisingly, no. She was shocked, but she’s not mad.”

“And your dad?”

“Let me worry about him. I have some very good information that the people would not let me lose my crown, no matter what Parliament says.” He hugged her close. “You are supposed to rest and that means no worrying. Everything will be just fine.”

She didn’t look too sure, and when the door opened again, his dad was there, a resigned look on his face. “We need to talk for a moment please.” He glanced at Olivia and tried to smile. “I’m glad you’re doing better, my dear.”

“Perhaps you should apologize to her,” Quincy said tightly.

Lamont straightened and cleared his throat. “I have come to apologize to you both. Olivia, I am especially sorry for my reaction.”

“No,” she said. “I understand, really. It’s a scandal, and we didn’t mean for it to happen. It just… did.”

“I know, and I can’t say that I blame either one of you. The heart wants what it wants sometimes,” he sighed. “You two just happen to be step-siblings. Now, I don’t approve of what happened under my roof and of the fact that you two wed without my blessing, however…” He held up a hand when Quincy opened his mouth to argue. “However, if your mother were still alive today, she would kill me if I tried to tear a family apart.”

Olivia and Quincy glanced at each other and back at him. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that somehow, I will make this work. But,” he said, looking intently at them both, “your children will be raised in the palace, on this isle. They will be royalty, after all, and I will have them raised as such.”

Quincy smiled and took the hand his dad offered him. “Thank you, Dad.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “This is going to be one hell of a fight with Parliament.”

“You’re the king, remember? Make them hear you,” Quincy said. “And I will stand by your side the whole time.”

Lamont grinned and looked at Olivia. “It took you to change him into the king he has to be. Thank you, my dear.”

Olivia smiled. “You’re welcome. Ready to be a grandpa?”

Lamont’s face paled, and he cleared his throat, shifting as his son laughed. “We’ll worry about that when we get there.”

Quincy bent and kissed Olivia again, his hands holding her belly with her. He couldn’t wait until the babies arrived. It couldn’t happen soon enough.





Chapter 19


Four Months Later…

Olivia peeled her dress from her body and longed for the cold fall days in Nebraska. She sipped her iced tea and watched the waves crashing against the cove. She was stretched out on a blanket in the sand enjoying the peace of the afternoon. Her feet were swollen, and the last two days had been longer than she’d expected.

But an official royal wedding and coronation had been long overdue, according to Lamont.

She’d been ordered back to bedrest until the babies were born, her little prince-and princess-to-be. Quincy had been ecstatic, and for the last few months, he’d been busy with his dad, planning for the birth of their children. Olivia let them at it while she and her mom spent their days being spoiled rotten as the new darlings of the isle kingdom. The first few weeks after returning had been rough with Parliament, but the people fell in so love with Olivia that the thought of her being their queen and already having children put them over the edge. They celebrated in the streets until Parliament finally gave up the argument and Lamont and Quincy walked out successful, sending the Pentacrafts on their way.

Olivia smiled as she set her glass down and watched Quincy walk up out of the waves, water dripping off him and making her lick her lips with need. She hadn’t been cleared for sex, but there were so many other things they could do to each other.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said as he sat down beside her on the blanket, kissing her deeply while his hand held her belly.

“Can’t help it.”

“I think we should get you out of the sun for a while,” he said and tucked her hair behind her ears. “You’re red.”

“I don’t want to go back in there,” she said with a pout. “Bedrest is boring.”

“Boring, but necessary. The last few days, you were up and look at your poor feet.”

“Don’t remind me,” she muttered. “I feel like a damn whale.”

“Maybe, but I promise you don’t look it.” He got to his feet and helped her get up, too. “How about a nice cool bath?”

“Oh, that does sound nice,” she said and tucked her hand in his arm as they went to the doorway leading to the secret passage. “That sounds perfect, actually.”

They rose to go inside when Quincy pulled her gently to a stop. “Are you happy with all of this? Being queen and being here on the isle?”