Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

us both with her. So nervous that he’ll make a move he’s not prepared for.”
    “Are we heading home then?” Gemma asked.
    “Not yet,” he smiled. “I have plans that involve the marble soaking tub. Plans that will take most of the night and morning.”
    “Who needs sleep?” she asked as Cy slid his hand up her legs. “Totally overrated.”
    “What’s not overrated? You in that dress. Now take it off.”
     

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
     
    Dani looked at her husband and gave him a smile. She felt a little useless as the house was in chaos this morning while they were getting ready to take the king’s plane to Rahmi for the birth of her child. Mo was directing what needed to be put on the plane versus what needed to be shipped when Bridget came in.
    “I swept the limo and the plane. No explosives, and Marko and I are ready for the flight. Just let me know if you need me to help with anything else,” Bridget said as she gave Marko, her explosive-sniffing Belgian Malinois, a scratch behind his ear.
    “Thanks, Bridget. It really means a lot that you’ll take time off to come to Rahmi with us. I feel safer just having you there.”
    Dani stood up from the table as Ahmed came in, looking serious as always. “The last of the bags have been sent to the airport. Your parents are waiting outside with the royal family. Nabi and Bridget will escort you while I lock the house down and instruct the remaining staff. My brother has all your security covered for your arrival and I will be in Rahmi as soon as Cy’s back with your plane.”
    “Thank you, Ahmed. I don’t know what we’d do without you, my dear friend.” Dani clasped his hand and screamed.
    Mo caught her as she fell to the ground and Marko barked as the tension in the room escalated. Dani blinked her eyes and took some deep breaths as her parents and four royal in-laws came running into the room along with most of the security force and staff.
    “What is it?” Tony De Luca cried. She tried to give her dad a reassuring smile, but oh my God, she was in pain.
    “I’m in labor,” Dani said between clenched teeth.
    Her mom pried her hand from Ahmed’s and placed it in hers as Mo gathered her in his arms. “That’s right, dear. Breathe.” Her mom’s confident voice soothed her.
    “No!”
    Dani’s head shot up as the king loomed over her with a panicked expression on his regal face. “What do you mean, no?” Dani groaned.
    “You can’t have the heir to Rahmi in the United States. You must simply cross your legs and wait.” Dani choked and sputtered, but nothing came but another contraction.
    “Father.”
    “What? I’m giving her an order and she needs to obey, umph.” The king stared in utter shock at his wife. “You hit me? You hit the king?”
    “Well, dear. Someone had to knock some sense into you. It’s better me than your son or, heaven forbid, Danielle. Now shut up and support your daughter as she gives you an heir.” Fatima smiled at Dani. “But shouldn’t we be going to the doctor’s?”
    “Oh no. The doctor is in Rahmi waiting for you,” her father said.
    “Don’t worry, I know what to do,” Ahmed said calmly.
    “What? Pass out on me?” Dani snapped as she started to sweat.
    “That only happened once. I have sawn off limbs in the battlefield,” Ahmed defended. He shook his head and held up a hand. “I’m getting the limo ready and calling Dr. Francis to meet us at the hospital.”
    Dani grabbed her mother’s hands as Mo and Ahmed helped her up. She had a death grip on Mo’s hand as he led her to the limo. She was so worried about the baby coming early that she didn’t care when her parents, in-laws, Bridget, and even Marko got into the limo first. Nabi and seven other security guards came running and leapt into two black SUVs, one in front and one behind the limo.
    “Dr. Francis is going to meet us there. She’s in a fitting for her wedding dress but started taking it off as we talked,” Ahmed told her as he opened the driver’s door. “Oh no.”
    “What?” Dani and Mo asked as the same time. Ahmed pointed to the large white car pulling into the drive.
    “Good Lord, what is going on?” Miss Lily asked as she came out with a basket of baked goods. “Oh, now I see what all the runnin’ about is for. How exciting!”
    “Please excuse us, we need to get going,” Mo said as politely as possible.
    “Does she have a chocolate chip muffin in there?” the king asked as he leaned out the