Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

door.
    “Father!”
    “What? A king does not eat hospital food and this may take a while. Enough time to fly to Rahmi, I daresay,” he muttered before a delicate, bejeweled hand appeared and thwacked him in the head.
    “Here ya go,” Miss Lily handed the basket over to him. “Well, get going. You’ll do wonderfully, Dani.” Miss Lily gave her a kiss on the cheek and Dani suddenly wasn’t as annoyed. In fact, now she felt like crying.
    “Okay, Ahmed, get us to the hospital,” Mo called as he gently helped her into the limo.
     
    The first security team was already in front of the hospital along with two nurses when Mo helped her out of the limo. The busy hospital seemed peaceful compared to the limo ride. Marko had whined the whole time. Ameera had been kind, but her silent looks of longing were making Dani feel horrible. Her mother sat on the other side of her calmly stroking her hair as her father and the king debated over going to the hospital versus trying to make the plane trip to Rahmi. She had managed to text Kenna and knew her girls would be there soon to support her. In the meantime, avoiding arrest for killing someone would be a good day.
    “Stop right there. You can’t bring that dog in here. And you, you need to get in line and register before you’re admitted,” the nurse shouted. Bridget stood with Marko and three men from her security team ready to do a sweep but an irate nurse stood in their way. Damn. There goes not killing someone today.
    “I am King of Rahmi and you will get out of our way or deal with the queen. While you do that, my security detail will sweep this hospital along with your security personnel.” The king pushed past the pissed-off lady and with a quick smile, Bridget followed.
    “Well, I guess he is good for some things,” Dani whispered to Mo as a wheelchair approached her. She took some deep breaths as she felt another contraction coming soon.
    “I’m so sorry. Nurse Shelton is just getting off a twelve-hour shift, Your Highnesses. I’m Dr. Forge, the head of obstetrics, and will be assisting Dr. Francis. She just arrived and is preparing everything. Please, come this way,” the man in green scrubs said as he offered Dani a wheelchair and led them to the elevator.
    Dani felt as if she were leading a carnival procession as the whole royal family, her parents, and a team of security all stepped onto the elevator. Mo and the doctor were squeezed in beside her as they rode to the sixth floor.
    “So what do we have in there?” the doctor asked.
    “We don’t know,” Mo answered for her.
    “It’s against our customs for the royal family to be told anything. We don’t even like ultrasound. But we are trying to embrace technology in our country so I allowed them to have one to determine if my heir is healthy, provided the doctor tell no one the results,” the king explained.
    “Yes. See, we don’t want to accidentally say he or she in an interview. There are strict customs for when an heir is born, so it’s best we don’t know a thing,” Mo finished.
    “Lots of couples do it that way. It’ll be a nice surprise for us all then. Here we go,” Dr. Forge said as the elevator opened and Dani made her push for fresh air.
    “This is the lobby for family. Through those doors are the patient rooms. So if you’d like to say your goodbyes to the group, I’ll take you back along with anyone else you may want.”
    “Ahmed, you’ll come with us and guard the delivery room. Nabi, stand guard here at these doors,” Mo directed.
    “Guard from whom?” Nabi asked as he took his post in front of the two doors.
    “The entire town of Keeneston,” Mo said ominously. Nabi’s face blanched and a look of fear shot through his eyes before he squared his shoulders and nodded his head.
    “Mom, can you get me registered?” Dani asked as her brother-in-law and sister-in-law took a seat in the waiting area and two of the security men made their way to the opposing stairwells to stand guard.
    “Sure. You’ll do wonderfully. Just call me if you need me, okay?” Her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek and a quick pat on her head that made her think her mother was remembering when she was born.
    “When it’s all over, I’ll make stuffed shells that will make you forget all about pain. You just think about those shells.” Her father kissed her gently, and with tears in his eyes, gave the king a pat on the back. “Let’s go wait to become grandfathers.”
    “Wait,