CHAPTER 11

  "YOU have got to stop crying!" Exasperated and concerned, Nicky put her arms round Holly. "And—well—it isn't that serious, really."

  "Nicky, I'm pregnant! And it's the prince's baby." Holly turned reddened eyes in her direction. "How much more serious can it get?"

  Nicky winced. "Isn't it too soon to do a test? It could be wrong."

  "It isn't too soon. It's been over two weeks!" Holly waved a hand towards the bathroom. "And it isn't wrong. It's probably still on the floor where I dropped it if you want to check, but it doesn't exactly give you a million options. It's either pregnant or not pregnant. And I'm definitely pregnant! Oh God, I don't believe it. Once—once—I have sex and now I'm pregnant. Some people try for years."

  "Yes, well, the prince is obviously super-fertile as well as super-good looking." Nicky gave a helpless shrug, searching for something to say. "You always said you couldn't wait to have a baby."