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  From irresistible attraction...

  To ready-made family!

  After her best friend agrees to be her surrogate, Dr. Leah Hudson’s dream of being a mom is finally coming true! But throwing caution to the wind for one night with sexy Dr. Ben Willoughby has shocking consequences...Leah’s pregnant! Now with two babies depending on her, Leah must push her feelings for committed bachelor Ben aside, unless he proves that Leah and the babies can depend on him.

  “Ms. Heaton has delivered a heartfelt and riveting read in this book...the romance was sweet and heart-warming.... However it was the epilogue that wrapped this story up nicely, as the hero and heroine are so happy together and have so much to celebrate.”

  —Harlequin Junkie on Saving the Single Dad Doc

  “Pregnant with his Royal Twins is a courageous tale of the beauty of acceptance, the power of love and the ability to hope. Wrapped inside an unusual fairytale fantasy that makes it no less beautiful, but even more powerful.”

  —Goodreads

  “What is it?” Ben asked gently.

  “I was late.” Leah bit her lip and stared at him, willing him to make the connection.

  “Late?” Ben sat up straighter, staring hard at her. What was she saying? He needed her to be clear. “What do you mean?” He could feel his heart begin to thud again as his thoughts ran in one direction, faster and faster, feeling his own stomach twist and turn in apprehension. It couldn’t be.

  “I did a test. This morning.”

  “A test?” He had to be sure they were talking about the same thing.

  “A...pregnancy test.”

  Pow, pow, pow! He could hear his pulse in his ears. His legs felt weird and somehow boneless.

  He swallowed hard, knowing the answer, but needing to hear it anyway, because there could just be a minute chance that he was wrong...

  “And?”

  “And it was positive.” She laughed suddenly. Hysterically. A sound of unadulterated surprise, shock and disbelief. “I’m pregnant, Ben!”

  Dear Reader,

  Surprise pregnancies make for great stories, don’t they? And they don’t only happen in the fictional world, but in real life. My fourth child was a complete surprise and totally turned my world upside down!

  I decided to create a story in which a surprise miracle pregnancy occurs, throwing my heroine for a loop.

  What do you do when you don’t think you can carry a child to term safely? What do you do if you have no support and no idea if the father will be interested? How does that make you feel?

  Luckily, I never had the problems Leah does in this book, but that’s why they’re so fun to write. Storytellers get to explore the great what-if questions in life. And do so safely from behind a keyboard!

  But I would like to think that I would be as brave and as inspiring as Leah, if those things had ever happened to me.

  I hope you enjoy Leah and Ben’s story!

  Warmest wishes,

  Louisa xxx

  Their Unexpected Babies

  Louisa Heaton

  Books by Louisa Heaton

  Harlequin Medical Romance

  The Baby That Changed Her Life

  His Perfect Bride?

  A Father This Christmas?

  One Life-Changing Night

  Seven Nights with Her Ex

  Christmas with the Single Dad

  Reunited by Their Pregnancy Surprise

  Their Double Baby Gift

  Pregnant with His Royal Twins

  A Child to Heal Them

  Saving the Single Dad Doc

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  “Reunited by Their Pregnancy Surprise is a compelling read about the irrefutable connection between a man and a woman. The story grips you from the moment you pick up the book, and you will not want to put this one down.”

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  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM TWINS ON HER DOORSTEP BY ALISON ROBERTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  DANCING WAS AN art form. There were those who could do it well, who looked as if they’d been born to dance. And there were those who did it badly—and Leah was one of them. Dancing might even be a bit too fancy a word for the moves her body was able to perform. Fancy swaying might be more realistic.

  She felt awkward trying to do anything more complicated than that, being all angles and long limbs, like a newborn foal, trying to stay upright. It wasn’t her favourite thing to do and, quite frankly, she couldn’t wait for this to be over.

  Just keep smiling! Pretend you’re having a great time.

  Everyone else was having a great time. One or two had even paired off with a couple of guys who had bought them drinks. Thinking of which, she was beginning to get a little thirsty. She looked over at the bar, to see if there was much of a queue, and instead met a steady pair of beautiful blue eyes gazing back at her.

  He was at the bar—the man in question. Holding a tall glass with what looked like water in it, condensation dripping down its sides. Black shirt, open at the collar. Black trousers.

  She couldn’t look away. She wanted to, but he held her gaze, and somehow, before she knew it, he was standing in front of her.

  ‘May I have this dance?’

  The old-fashioned request was charming. If he’d said anything else, come out with a cheesy line, then she would have raised a sardonic eyebrow and turned away, but his question—polite, gallant, charming—hit all her buttons.

  She could feel her cheeks flushing and was thankful he wouldn’t be able to see that in the darkness. But the terrible thing about being in the dark was that it also made you throw a bit of caution to the wind. It created intimacy. And she couldn’t help but laugh.

  ‘You’ve seen me dance, right? The flailing?’

  He smiled. ‘It was utterly charming.’

  ‘Charming?’

  He leaned in. ‘Adorable.’

  And she liked him. He smelt great. She didn’t know what it was, but she just felt secure with this guy. What was one more flail? They were in a public place. Nothing was going to happen.

  ‘Sure. Okay.’

  She bit her lip as he led her to the centre of the dance floor, and just as she was about to begin the music changed. It was almost as if this man and the DJ were in cahoots, because the music switched from a frantic, heated rhythm to something slow and soulful. The kind of music that begged couples to dance in each other’s arms. Bodies pressed close. Intimate. Knowing.

  She smiled and stepped shyly into his embrace, draping her arms over his shoulders as he pulled her to him.

  He smelt delicious. Edible. A musky heat. And she closed her eyes as they swayed in tune together, sensing him inhale the scent of her shampoo as he lifted a tendril of her hair up to his nose. It was such an intimate gesture she felt shivers tremble down h er spine, and her breath hitched in her throat as she wondered what he’d do next.

  But he was a perfect gentleman. His hands didn’t wander and she found herself wondering about this man in her arms. Who was he? Where had he come from? What was his name?

  Why was he so hot?

  She let him have the next dance. And then the next. And when she had to sit down, to give her feet and ankles a rest from the vertiginous heels she had unwittingly chosen for that evening, he walked her over to a place to sit and helped her slip them off. He massaged her feet for her whilst she squirmed in delight on the banquette and thanked the heavens that she’d had a pedicure two days ago.

  He looked at her and smiled. ‘Are you ticklish?’

  ‘A bit.’

  ‘Then I’ll be careful.’

  She liked the way he held her feet firmly, determined not to tickle her, but to give her the maximum benefit of his strong, capable hands.

  ‘You know your way around a woman’s foot.’ Leah cringed once the words were out.

  But he didn’t raise an eyebrow. ‘I know my way around many parts of the female anatomy.’

  She blushed. The foot massage already had her biting her lip, trying her hardest not to moan and groan in delight at what was happening to her flesh, and his words made her wonder what magic he could cause in other places, with other parts of his anatomy?

  But the thought was fleeting and quick. That wasn’t who she was, so she knew she didn’t have to worry about that. But somehow they got talking and chatting, and his name was Ben. So simple. So wonderful. It suited him.

  She discovered they liked a lot of the same things—old movies, reading and the exact same brand of salted caramel chocolates—and when he learnt how close she lived he offered to give her a piggyback home.

  ‘A piggyback?’ she asked in amused disbelief. They weren’t kids.

  ‘You can’t dance in those shoes and you certainly can’t walk in them. I’m amazed you didn’t break an ankle just getting here.’

  The idea of him walking her home thrilled her. She didn’t want to part company with him yet. But she didn’t want to do this alone. Just in case. He could be anyone.

  Hannah offered to accompany them for safety. Her friend lived in the block opposite her own. As good as his word, Ben carried her all the way back, telling them jokes and making them laugh, paying attention to both women fairly, though it was clear his interest was in her. And when he gently set her down on her feet, her soles pressed against the chilly pavement, she impulsively offered him a coffee or a nightcap, not yet willing to say goodbye.

  He’d smiled. ‘Coffee would be nice.’

  Hannah waved them both goodbye, giving Leah a big thumbs-up sign in secret, when Ben wasn’t looking.

  She smiled and fished her keys out of her bag.

  What am I doing? I don’t do this. I don’t invite random guys back!

  But another voice in her head said, Go for it! When are you going to get another chance?

  So she made him coffee. And they sat together on the couch, drinking it until it was gone, and the tension in the room was palpable.

  ‘I should go.’ His voice was loaded with regret. ‘It was lovely spending a few hours with you, but I have an early start in the morning.’

  She nodded. ‘Me, too.’

  She wasn’t kidding either. She started a new job tomorrow. Going to the club had been in celebration of that.

  He stood up and she stood with him. They were so close! Millimetres apart. Leah gazed up at his face, his mouth, and then he pulled her gently towards him and lowered his face to hers.

  The kiss was perfect. Gentle.

  Soft.

  And then...

  And then it wasn’t. And they couldn’t remove their clothes fast enough.

  * * *

  The touch of a finger trailing the length of her spine in a sinuous, serpentine stroke was enough to jerk her from the depths of a wonderful sleep to the stark, shocking reality that she was waking up with someone else in her bed.

  Dr Leah Hudson’s eyes blinked open in an instant as recollections of the previous night poured in, and in a panic she grabbed the duvet to her chest and leapt from the bed, dragging the quilt around her naked body, stumbling over it as she turned to see the man she’d left behind in the bedsheets.

  Ben. Handsome. Fit—even with bed hair and a shadow of early-morning stubble. The man who had known his way around the female anatomy very well indeed, as it turned out.

  Her naked male companion had woken at her sudden movement, and now lay propped up on an elbow, smiling at her in an irritatingly charming and attractive way, the curls that only last evening had been perfectly tamed now wild and tangled. In no way did that diminish his appeal. Somehow it increased it. And he didn’t make any move to cover himself up. Deliciously confident man that he was. And she couldn’t stop her gaze from travelling down...down...

  Red-faced, she looked up again.

  She envied him his confidence in his body. Hers had always let her down.

  Ignoring the pleasant tingling she could feel from their combined fun last night, she felt her cheeks flush with heat. What must she look like? She’d gone to the club with Hannah and the others in full-on partying mode—mascara, lipstick, glittery eyeshadow, for goodness’ sake! And after meeting the Adonis who now lay luxuriantly upon her comfiest blue cotton bedsheets she had brought him back to her place with the promise of a coffee or a nightcap and they had fallen into bed together without her having time to remove any of the muck from her face!

  Did she look like a panda?

  This was not like her at all. She wasn’t a woman who did this kind of thing—one-night stands. Not that there was anything wrong with it, if it suited the people involved. But she’d always imagined herself as the going-steady type, waiting before she’d allow anyone the intimacy of her bed. That might be boring to some, but it had suited her perfectly until last night. It had given her a standard to uphold so that she didn’t make her life complicated. Not letting anyone in because, really, what was the point? Life was complicated all on its own.

  Now he lay on her bedsheets. Still here. The next morning! He wasn’t meant to have stayed.

  ‘Didn’t I say you had to go? Remember? Just after midnight?’

  ‘You exhausted me. I must have fallen asleep.’

  He seemed oblivious to the fact that she wanted him out of there. Gorgeous or not. Seemed content to stay in her bed.

  Leah clutched the quilt even tighter and glanced at her alarm clock beside the bed. Seven thirty-two a.m. She had slept with a strange man for over six hours, and him lying there looking like a wonderful breakfast delicacy was not helping. She had a new job to get to. An important job. Lives that might need saving.

  Thinking about it, she really ought not to have agreed to going to the club.

  ‘Look, last night was great, but—’

  ‘Don’t say but. Nothing ever great happens after someone says but.’

  She smiled. ‘But I’m going to take a shower, and when I get out of the shower I don’t want to find you’re still here. You need to...’ her gaze travelled along his wonderful torso, eyeing the hunk of gorgeousness she’d allowed herself last night ‘...put some clothes on and leave. Is that understood? You get what I’m saying, right?’

  He nodded and smiled. ‘Seems a shame to end something so great.’

  Embarrassingly delighted, she smiled back. ‘Maybe so, but that’s the way it’s going to be.’

  She saw his trousers and designer underwear discarded on the floor of her living room, exactly where she’d torn them from his body, and picked them up, threw them at him.

  ‘Start with these.’ She gave him a broad, embarrassed smile. “It was a pleasure knowing you.’

  * * *

  Leah opened the shower door and listened for any strange sounds. The flat sounded pleasingly empty, so with one towel wrapped around her body and another around her hair, she unlocked her bathroom door and stepped out, listening once again just to make sure.

  All she could hear were outside noises—singing birds, the odd car driving by. Nothing internal.

  Thank God he’s gone!

  What had she been thinking? To do such a thing! Sleep with a stranger! Was that the behaviour of an expectant mother? Okay, to be fair, she wasn’t the one expecting herself. She had a surrogate. Sally. Who was pregnant with Leah’s baby.

  Perhaps that’s why I did it? One last mad fling? And I did choose a very nice candidate!

  She smiled to herself. She would never find a guy like that in real life. And even if she did he’d probably run a mile as soon as she explained she was going to have a baby in seven months.

  Leah paused to look into her spare room before she passed it. It was still filled with boxes from her recent move here. She really ought to get a move on and get it sorted into some sort of nursery. There was a cot in there somewhere, still waiting to be unfurled from its flat pack.

  She padded through to her bedroom and then stopped, surprised.

  He’s made the bed! Wow. Did I manage to find the only hot, sexy, neat-freak?

  The pillows had been fluffed, the sheets and duvet straightened and smoothed. He’d even picked up the bed runner from the floor and put it back on. And what was that on her pillow?

  She bent to pick up the small piece of paper. Unfolding it, she saw a telephone number and a short note.

  We had fun. Call me.

  Leah bit her lip and smiled. He liked her. Wanted to see her again! She picked up the phone and dialled.

  ‘Hello?’

  ‘Sally, it’s me. You’re never going to believe what I did last night. Or rather, who.’

  She heard a gasp from the other end. ‘Naughty girl! Do tell. You know I’ve got to live vicariously through your adventures for the next two trimesters.’