Claiming His One-Night Baby. Michelle Smart

unvarnished truth would destroy every single one of them, Matteo included.

      Better to take it on the chin and have the world, including her own parents, think her a slut than for that to happen. She could hardly bear to think of the disdain and disappointment in their eyes when they learned she was pregnant and that Pieta wasn’t the father.

      Marrying Pieta was the only thing she’d done in her twenty-five years that had pleased them. It had given them the opportunity to brag to the world that the great Pieta Pellegrini was their son-in-law and it was an opportunity they never let pass by.

      Natasha dried her eyes and blew out a long breath.

      All the tears in the world wouldn’t change things. She was going to be a mother and that meant she had to be strong for her child’s sake.

      And all the tears in the world didn’t change the fact that it was better for the world to think her a slut than for everyone to know that Matteo was the only candidate for father of her baby.

      The world could never know that she had been a virgin until the night she’d buried her husband.

      * * *

      The clinic Matteo had booked them into was tucked away in a beautiful medieval building in the heart of Florence. To the unwitting passer-by it could be home to any of the numerous museums and galleries the city was famed for.

      The interior was a total contrast. No one entering could doubt they were in a state-of-the-art medical facility.

      The cool receptionist made a call and moments later Julianna, the clinic’s director, stepped out of a door to greet them.

      Matteo had met Julianna, a tall, rangy woman in her midforties, a number of times at conferences. They welcomed each other like old friends, exchanging kisses along with their greetings.

      Then he introduced her to Natasha and they were taken through to the pristine scanning room where everything was set up for them.

      ‘Are you happy for Dr Manaserro to stay in the room while we do this?’ Julianna asked Natasha in English.

      Her eyes darted to him with an inflection of surprise before she shrugged her slim shoulders. He doubted she’d ever heard him addressed by that title before.

      ‘You will be a little exposed,’ Julianna warned.

      Another shrug. ‘He can stay if he wants,’ she answered tonelessly.

      Matteo experienced a pang of guilt that was as unwelcome as it was unexpected.

      Today was the first time he’d seen Natasha in two weeks. In the intervening period, other than arranging this scan, he’d done his best to forget her and the pregnancy.

      The chances of him being the father were extremely slim, he’d reasoned. Even if the scan confirmed that he could be, he still knew it wasn’t likely. They’d only been intimate the once whereas Natasha and Pieta must have...

      His guts twisted violently as he thought of all the times they must have been together over the years. Pieta and Natasha had been actively trying for a baby. Pieta had told him that the last time he’d seen him.

      And she was happy to be pregnant. She’d called it a miracle. Was that because of her longing for a child or because she was happy that a part of Pieta might be living inside her? Surely she must have felt some affection for her husband, whatever her actions the night of his funeral?

      Surely she wouldn’t have reacted like that if she’d thought there was any chance he might be the father?

      Dio, he shouldn’t be thinking like this. It felt too rancid inside him.

      Since she’d accepted Pieta’s proposal hours after their one kiss, he’d pushed Natasha out of his mind, never thinking of her, never thinking of her and Pieta together. Only when he’d been in her presence had his loathing of her come out of the compartment in his head he’d put her in, and on those occasions he’d learned to hide it by ignoring her wherever possible. He’d moved on very quickly and in any case Pieta was too good a friend and too close a cousin for Matteo to let a woman come between them.

      Pieta hadn’t known Matteo and Natasha had been building a long-distance closeness which, looking back, had been strange as he and Pieta had often swapped stories about women. At the time it had felt too...special to be spoken of, which with hindsight had been comical. He must have been caught in a bout of sentimentality and had made sure never to have such ludicrous thoughts again.

      If it was indeed Pieta’s child then he too would celebrate to know a part of his best friend lived on, even if the mother the child had to live on through was a deceitful bitch.

      It had to be Pieta’s. The alternative...

      It would destroy everything.

      So he’d left her alone and fought the urge to call every five minutes and make sure she was eating and sleeping properly.

      Looking at her now, he didn’t think she’d had a square meal since he’d last seen her.

      ‘Okay, Natasha, you are looking at this as a dating scan, I believe?’ Julianna said.

      She nodded.

      ‘Have you seen a doctor or a midwife yet?’

      She shook her head.

      ‘Are you thinking of having the child here or in England?’

      Her eyes darted to him again.

      Julianna smiled reassuringly. ‘It’s okay, there are no right or wrong answers.’

      ‘I haven’t thought that far ahead,’ she whispered.

      ‘You have plenty of time to decide but you should be monitored. The obstetrician we employ here is the best in Florence or I can recommend a female for you if that would suit you better?’

      Matteo, feeling perspiration break out on his back, had to bite his tongue to stop himself from cutting in. Now they were here, the ultrasound screen switched on, he wanted to get this over with.

      But that appeared to be the end of the questioning.

      ‘Are you ready to do this?’

      ‘Yes.’ It was the most animation he’d heard in Natasha’s voice since she’d opened the door to him earlier.

      ‘Lie down and lift your top and lower your skirt to your hips so your stomach is exposed.’

      Matteo trained his eyes on the screen.

      When Natasha was ready, Julianna tucked tissue around her lowered skirt and took her seat.

      Even though he wasn’t looking directly at her, he saw Natasha flinch when the cold gel was applied to her stomach.

      Julianna then picked up the probe and pressed it over the gel. As she worked, all three of their gazes were fixed on the screen.

      ‘There it is!’ she said in delight. ‘See, Natasha? There is your baby.’

      Natasha craned her neck forward, trying hard to see what was there. ‘Where?’

      ‘There.’ Julianna put a finger to the screen. ‘See?’

      Natasha really didn’t know what she’d been expecting to see—a fully formed miniature baby this soon into the pregnancy was too wild even for her imagination—but had hoped it would be more than a blob. But then Julianna pressed some keys on the keyboard on her desk and the blob came into sharper focus. It was still a blob but there was something more defined about it that got her already racing heart ready to burst out of her.

      ‘Do you want to hear the heartbeat?’

      A moment later the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard echoed through the room.

      She didn’t dare look at Matteo. If there was anything other than joy on his face it would taint this special moment for ever.

      So she continued to look at her