The Sicilian's Unplanned Wife by Alexia Adams

Author:Alexia Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: family drama, pregnancy, interracial romance, one night stand, grief and loss, millionaire, strong heroine, marriage of convenience, italian hero, unplanned baby
Publisher: Alexia Adams

Chapter Twelve

“Where’s Bella?” Cristo asked when Mario met them at the Tunis airport. It was becoming easier to think of his childhood friend with his new name. Mario was almost more Tunisian than Italian now, with his slight beard and loose-fitting clothing.

“She’s not feeling great.” There was a worry in his eyes that Cristo knew only too well.

“Egyptian flu?”

Farrah looked confused.

Mario’s smile confirmed it before his words. “Yes. We’re being extra cautious, and I don’t want her to travel.”

“I don’t understand,” Farrah said after Cristo had finished man-hugging his friend.

“Egyptian flu is something only women get, and it turns them into a mummy.”

Farrah squealed. She hugged Mario for a long moment.

“This is so wonderful. Our babies will be friends.” She rubbed her expanding belly. Cristo was amazed at how much it had grown in the few weeks he’d been home full-time.

“If Bella’s not traveling, then Farrah shouldn’t either.”

“That’s different,” Farrah replied. “I’m Tunisian, a daughter of the Sahara. These are my people we’re going to see. I’m more accustomed to the food and climate. Besides, I’m an integral part of this operation. There’s no point going if I’m not there.”

Mario nodded at each of her points, but it didn’t ease the tension in Cristo’s neck muscles.

“It’s true. We can’t go without her.”

Cristo didn’t need to be a mind reader to know Mario was wondering how he was going to run the company without Farrah traveling as much as she currently did. After a negotiation that had taken way longer than it should have, Farrah had agreed to stop traveling in her thirty-fifth week. Which was five weeks longer than Cristo had wanted. He was not looking forward to the discussion about when she’d get back on the road following the baby’s birth.

Now wasn’t the time for Cristo to suggest that they start looking for someone to replace Farrah on a permanent basis. But as soon as this trip was done, he’d plant the seed. He chuckled to himself. Seed planting: definitely something at which he excelled.

“Want to let us in on the joke?” Farrah asked.

“It’s nothing.” He was saved from further inquiry as they called pre-boarding on their flight to Libya.

“Excuse me a minute.” Farrah disappeared toward the ladies’ washroom. She returned a few minutes later covered head to toe. A loose-fitting black abaya fell to the floor, and only her kohl-rimmed dark eyes showed with the niqab. He had a hard time recognizing his own wife.

The flight was short and uncomfortable, the Sabha airport a hot mess, and the rental vehicle they eventually were given had seen many better days. Farrah kept her eyes on the floor the whole time, whispering words of translation to him or Mario only when necessary. His friend, too, was on edge and kept within an arm’s length of Farrah at all times. It wasn’t until they were on the road out of the city that his two companions relaxed.

“Allegedly, there’s a slave market in Sabha,” Mario said by way of explanation. “Every time we pass through, I have nightmares about Farrah or Bella being snatched from me.

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