Making the Royal Baby, Part Two: The Delivery: Making the Royal Baby, #2

By Gwendolyn Bridges

Part two in the best-selling MAKING THE ROYAL BABY series!

Following a long night of passion, Princess Anna is pregnant with the royal baby and couldn’t be happier. She even comes up with a sexy and sensuous way to share the happy news with the prince. But life as a pregnant royal isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. With her husband away on a military tour and her due date approaching, Anna starts to feel like a prisoner in her own castle. Can the prince come to her rescue? And once Anna’s pregnancy gets past its due date, will the prince and princess take their doctor’s advice and engage in some vigorous sexual activity to naturally induce the birth?

This 12,100 word story is a work of erotic romance with scenes of vividly-described sex between a prince and his pregnant princess. For the first sexy and romantic chapter, look for MAKING THE ROYAL BABY, PART ONE: THE CONCEPTION.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gwendolyn Bridges
• Release date: Jul 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501438028

Gwendolyn Bridges

Gwendolyn Bridges is a teller of erotic tales. You can call her Gwen, because all her closest friends do. Gwen specializes in erotic romance stories that feature headstrong women, often of the curvy variety, and mysterious, dominant alpha males. It’s a combination she enjoys — and she hopes her readers do too! Gwen lives in Toronto, Ontario. By day, she’s a journalist covering all kinds of mundane topics. By night, she writes more exciting stories. At times in between, she’s into hanging out with her cats, cycling, a good pint of beer and, of course, being tied up and spanked. But don’t tell anyone else about that. Gwen loves to hear from readers of her erotic stories. Get in touch with her at [e-mail] or on twitter at @gwen_bridges.

Book preview

PREVIOUSLY

When Anna met her dream man, she had no idea he was the royal prince and future heir to the kingdom. Their relationship hasn’t been easy, but they’ve persevered. After their wedding, Anna felt immense pressure to get pregnant with the prince’s child. But their duties kept getting in the way until one special day when Robert surprised Anna with a night of intense love-making she won’t soon forget. Now Anna has a feeling that she’s finally carrying Robert’s child, but how will she tell the prince the news?

For the full story, look for MAKING THE ROYAL BABY, PART ONE: THE CONCEPTION!

Once I was completely sure I was carrying his child, I thought long and hard about the best way to tell the prince he was going to be a father.

In the end, it was a simple glass of scotch that made the difference.

I had tried to play coy for weeks. The tabloids, of course, were all over me, but that wasn’t anything new. They had been running their PRINCESS ANNA PREGGERS headlines since the day of our wedding, often with photos of me looking a little bit bloated after dinner, as if that was some kind of sign. Robert barely payed that kind of thing any attention anyway, and even if he did, I don’t think it would be anything he’d take seriously.

Still, I’d hate for him to find out that I was carrying his heir through the press. We lived so much of our lives in public, the prince and I. It would be nice to keep something just between the two of us, even if our secret would have to come out at some point.

It was autumn. The leaves were starting to change and the temperatures were cooling. Only my doctors knew I was with child, and I had sworn them to secrecy. I’d hoped I could trust that they would not tell Robert’s mother, the queen, though I did suppose I probably couldn’t tell them to lie to her if she ever were to ask.

Between that possibility and the rabid press, time was of the essence. I had to let Robert know. Laying in bed at night, both on the nights when he was beside and on the nights when he was off performing his royal duties, I couldn’t stop thinking of his reaction and how happy he’d be. How we’d finally be starting a real family — or as real as it could get when you were royalty.

But how should I tell him? I’d only have one real shot at this. One chance to get things right. Maybe we’d have other children — I hoped we would — but I’d only get to tell him about the beginnings of our family the one time. Other children would be blessings, of course, but there was something about the first...

I was overthinking it, I knew. During those autumn weeks, I’d go for long walks in the afternoon sunlight through the orchards of the palace we had moved to for the season, observing every day how the leaves on the trees changed colour bit by bit. Each day I resolved to tell Robert, but each day I’d decide to wait. Something would happen that would make the moment less than perfect. It would rain, or our dinner would come out a little bit undercooked. Some trivial thing that would cause me to think, no, tonight is not the night.

But all that came to an end one day in October. It was absolutely the worst day for it. The skies outside were a dark grey with drizzling rain and periodic storms so violent they shook the walls of the palace. There’d been a mix-up with the chef, so that Robert had been served duck confit — a dish I knew he hated. He’d never complain, but I could tell he wasn’t enjoying it. And to top it all off, the news media had been