Confessions Of A Pregnant Cinderella

Lazaro still looked shocked, so she said, ‘It’s a perfectly normal part of pregnancy.’

‘Do you think you can eat something?’

Skye nodded. That was the thing. Not long after her morning sickness she was usually ravenous.

She followed him back into the dining room and he said something to the housekeeper, who sent Skye a sympathetic look before disappearing again.

Skye sat down and saw her passport was on the table. She picked it up and looked at Lazaro accusingly. ‘What are you doing with my passport?’

He poured himself some coffee, and her, and then looked at her, totally unrepentant. ‘Skye Blossom O’Hara?’

Skye flushed and reluctantly divulged, ‘My mother was…is…a bit of a hippy. Hence Skye and Blossom.’

‘Is she in Ireland?’

Skye shook her head and took a sip of the strong coffee, relishing its warmth soothing her insides. ‘She’s in India. In an ashram. I haven’t managed to track her down and let her know about the baby yet.’

The housekeeper returned at that moment, with a selection of breads, eggs and pastries, and Skye smiled her thanks, relieved that Lazaro hadn’t asked about her father. When she glanced at him, though, he was looking at her with an arrested expression on his face.

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