The Sheikh's Bride Bet by Holly Rayner

Author:Holly Rayner [Rayner, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

Epilogue

Angie

Just two weeks after the wedding, Rami and I arrived at my parents’ house in South Dakota. My mother had had the tumor removed just days before, and she was still recovering, stretched under a white blanket and looking tired, yet with a bright spark in her eyes. It was the first time I’d seen her in over a year.

Reaching for her, I hugged her close, like she was a delicate piece of china. She joked about it, knowing how small she looked.

“But when I get my appetite back,” she told us, “watch out, because I’m coming for all the burgers in South Dakota.”

I chuckled as Rami pressed forward, shaking her hand and kissing her lightly on the cheek. I watched his handsome face as he talked with her: laughing at the right times, listening earnestly as she told him about her surgery, and about all she planned to do when she was free of the shackles of her disease.

My father was seated in the corner, preparing to meet my husband. His eyes were large and genuine as he spoke with Rami for the first time, assessing him. It was clear he didn’t care that Rami was some all-important sheikh. He only cared that my husband looked after me. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d asked him something like “Is she eating enough?” But luckily, right then, he held it in.

Rami and I stayed for several weeks, long enough to witness my mother’s recovery in the house I’d grown up in. It was fascinating, watching Rami in that environment, offering to make us coffee, sitting on the worn-out couch on which I’d watched Saturday morning cartoons. When we were alone, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him—grateful I’d found someone so pure, so kind-hearted. Someone who could appreciate South Dakota for what it was: a home I would miss, always.

Towards the end of our stay there, I began to experience symptoms: throwing up in the morning, stomach cramps, countless headaches. Not wanting to talk to my parents before I knew what was going on, I rushed to the nearby convenience store and confided in the pharmacist there. As I spoke, the pharmacist took a good, hard look at me, assessed my massive diamond ring (the engagement ring Rami had given me) and asked me, with a small smile, if I’d thought to take a pregnancy test.

It took me a moment to process her words. But as I took them in, lifting the pregnancy test from the pharmacist’s hands, I felt suddenly warmed. Pregnant, after only six weeks? Was it possible?

The pharmacist told me I could use the bathroom in the convenience store if I wanted to do the test there and then. I did, hardly able to wait. And when I saw the positive plus sign, I sealed it up in a small plastic bag and raced home, desperate to tell Rami. I knew it would rock his world.

Of course, the news was impossibly beautiful for both of us.

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