A Royal Christmas Proposal. Leanne Banks

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      “I’m thinking of hiring back-up assistance for cooking and cleaning,” Ericka said.

      “It shouldn’t be necessary,” Nanny said. “I know our arrangement is for me to return to my apartment a few days every month. Is that a problem?” the woman asked with a worried expression.

      “Not at all. Trust me, you are irreplaceable. I think a little additional back-up may help. For both of us,” Ericka said. “Leo has us coming and going. There’s too much of cooking and cleaning left to do.”

      “Well, it’s not as if you’re a woman of leisure,” Nanny said. “You work very hard.”

      Ericka felt a sliver of relief. “Thank you for saying that. I somehow feel as if I should manage all of this on my own.”

      Nanny shook her head. “Never. It’s not as if you have a husband,” she said, and then covered her mouth as if she were shocked by her frank words.

      Ericka shook her head. “Don’t worry. What you say is true. I’m just trying to figure it all out.”

      “And you’re doing a wonderful job,” Nanny said. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. It won’t help you get any job done, motherhood or your other duties.”

      Ericka made more phone calls to continue to secure the arrangements for the upcoming conference. Her sister Bridget called in between calls. “Hello, Bridget, how are you?”

      “Pregnant and busy with the twins and all the animals my husband insists on having at our so-called ranch. When I agreed to marry a Texan doctor, I didn’t realize he was serious about recreating home on the range here in Chantaine,” Bridget said in a mock huffy voice.

      Ericka smiled at her sister’s tone. Although Bridget had been known as the socialite in her family, she’d been tamed when she’d fallen in love with her doctor husband and the two nephews he’d adopted. “More animals? Horses, cattle, goats. You’re turning into a zoo,”

      “Oh, darling, we became a zoo a long time ago,” she said. “Now, I know you’re busy, but Pippa, Eve and I want to have a get-together for lunch before I get much closer to my due date. Before you know it, it will be Christmas. Or I’ll be in labor. One of the two.”

      “I’d love to,” Ericka said, “but I’m feeling strapped for time. Between caring for Leo and planning the conference...”

      “I feel terrible that you’ve had to take over the conference, but when the doctor put me on limited activity, it squashed my schedule even more. You have a nanny and back-up, don’t you?”

      “I have a wonderful nanny, but I think I’m going to have to get someone part-time for shopping and errands,” Ericka said.

      Bridget made a tsk-ing sound. “You should have done that right away. Trying to do too much. You’re starting to act like overachiever Valentina before her husband took her away from us.”

      Ericka smiled at the description. Bridget had nailed Tina’s personality perfectly. “I’m not sure I’ll ever measure up to those standards,” Ericka said.

      “Well, you have too much right now, so I think you should ask for a loaner or referral from the palace. Anyone they recommend will have been properly vetted. You can ask for a few choices,” Bridget said.

      “I’ve been trying to avoid placing any extra burdens on the palace,” she confessed.

      “Oh, yes. I know all about it. Stefan is huffing and puffing because you won’t stay at the palace where he can make sure you’re safe and secure. Can’t blame you for wanting to escape, though. Even though I live in a circus with these five-year old twins and all these animals, I much prefer living outside the walls. But I insist you let the palace help you out. I also insist you join us for lunch day after tomorrow. No arguments,” Bridget said in her best no-nonsense voice.

      “All right,” Ericka said. “When did you become so bossy?”

      “You get a family of instant twin baby boys and you’ll be amazed how bossy you become. Ciao, darling. Go eat some chocolate and have some wine. Drink an extra glass for me.”

      Although reluctant, Ericka put in a call to palace personnel. Two applicants would apply tomorrow. She fed the baby and carried him around for a while. Suddenly it was eight o’clock and she was tired and cranky. Thank goodness for Nanny. She thought about how Bridget had suggested wine and chocolate, but she was in the mood for something different. Something she’d had when she was pregnant and living in Texas.

      A peanut butter and bacon sandwich.

      * * *

      Treat followed the scent of bacon inside the house. He’d missed that smell. “Bacon?” he said.

      Ericka whirled around to look at him. “Technically pancetta.”

      “Smells like bacon,” he said.

      “It’s not quite the same thing,” she said. “But I’ll make do. If I burn it enough and put it on top of peanut butter, it won’t matter that much.”

      “Peanut butter?” he echoed, impressed by her determination.

      She nodded and turned back to her frying pan. “My brother-in-law from Texas turned me onto this when I was pregnant. It has turned into one of my favorite stress foods.”

      She flipped the pancetta onto a paper towel while she slathered a slice of bread with a peanut butter.

      “Hey,” Treat said. “Do you have any extra bacon?”

      “Pancetta,” she corrected.

      “It smells great,” he said.

      She chuckled. “Here you go.”

      “I think I want to try it with peanut butter,” he said.

      She slid him a sideways glance. “I don’t have a lot of extra peanut butter,” she said. “My sister from Texas sends it to me.”

      “Okay,” Treat said. “I’ll just take the bacon.”

      She gave a heavy sigh and pulled out two more slices of bread. Slapping some peanut butter on a slice, she followed with a helping of crispy pancetta and squished the sandwich together. She handed it to him on a plate. “Eat at your own risk.”

      “I’ll brave it,” he said, then took a big bite and savored the flavors. He took another bite to assess. “It’s delicious. The pancetta’s a little strong, but it’s still delicious.”

      “Agreed,” Ericka said. “I’m trying to figure out how to get American bacon, although I know I’ve just offended every Italian I’ve ever met.”

      “The pancetta’s not bad,” he said, taking another big bite of the sandwich.

      “No, but I want cheap bacon,” she said, and took a bite of her own sandwich.

      “If anyone should be able to get it, you should,” he said. “You’re a princess.”

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