Page 9 of Embracing the Change

How lovely.

I fought my lips curling up.

“And you didn’t tell me this because?” my husband prompted.

“Honestly, it slipped my mind.”

“It slipped your mind,” he repeated disbelievingly.

“I had a doctor’s appointment on Monday, Roland,” I reminded him.

“Yes, and now it’s Tuesday, so it’s been three days since the event when you could have shared with me you assisted Belinda Oakley in some dire food poisoning situation.”

“It wasn’t dire, she was fine. Eventually.”

“You still could have told me.”

Enough of this.

“Roland, I’m pregnant,” I announced.

His body jerked. His eyes blinked.

Then his lips spread in a blinding white smile reminding me just how handsome he was, and the next second, I was in his arms, and he was kissing me, reminding me why I put up with his antics.

Mm.

Yes, this was the good part of getting what you always wanted.

When he finished with the kiss, he whispered, “You drive me crazy.”

“That feeling is often mutual,” I replied.

He grinned at me before he kissed me again.

Crisis averted.

And all was good again with my husband.

My family.

My growing family.

For now.

It would be several months before I saw Jamie Oakley again.

It was at lunchtime. I was in a restaurant, sitting alone at a table, for once early (rather than my usual late), waiting for a friend who would be joining me, when I noticed out of the side of my eye someone approaching.

I looked that way and up to see it was Jamie.

No, it wasn’t the dinner jacket.

He was just… transcendent.

I smiled and moved to stand, but stilled when he lifted a hand, palm aimed my way, so I stayed seated while I waited for him to cross the last five feet to me.

When he arrived, he bent to kiss my cheek, and I scented the notes in his cologne were subtle hints of amber, pepper and tobacco.

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