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He reared up immediately, concern heavy on his face.

“No.” She shook her head and taking his hand, pressed it against her flat stomach. “In approximately seven months from now, we’re going to have an addition to the family.”

He went so still, he could barely breathe. Emotions stormed through his unsuspecting body, and he could not say a word as he stared at her.

“Darling, please say something.”

Tears burned the back of his eyes, and his throat was thick from it. He was falling apart and could not stop it.

“We’re having a baby.”

Sonya saw the naked adoration on his face and felt her own tears coming. She loved this man so much that words could no longer describe it. He had brought her love and laughter and hope and had proven to her that real love was not just a figment of her imagination.

“Yes.” Her hands framed his face. “And I cannot wait to be a mother.”

“You’re carrying my baby inside you.” His eyes drifted to her stomach and then to her face. “How are you darling? Is everything okay?” A frown touched his brow. “Is there anything I should be doing?”

“You’re doing it right now.”

He swept her against him and held her tight. “We should celebrate.”

“When you get home…”

“We’re taking the rest of the day off.”

“Robert, you have meetings…”

“We’re taking the day off.”

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“Did I hurt you?” He shifted so that he could take inventory of her body and winced when he saw the bruises on her throat and her left breast. They had made it home to his apartment and managed to come upstairs to their bedroom. But the door had scarcely closed when he started dragging off their clothes.

He had then carried her to bed where he started by kissing as much of her as he could.

And he had tried to be gentle and take it slow, but she had not helped in his endeavor to do so. Her hands had been all over him and when she reached between them to cup him, his control had shattered.

“I left a few bruises myself.” She trailed a finger down the scratch marks on his chest. Her tapered brows winged up. “Am I supposed to apologize?”

“You’re pregnant.” He pointed out, grinning at the dark look she gave him. “You happen to be carrying precious cargo.”

“And if you start treating me like a Dresden China, there are going to be some very strong words. I love it hot and heavy and that is the way I want it to continue.” Her fingers brushed his chin and lingered on the indentation there. “Are we going to start telling people?”

“I want to tell my sister, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I think I’ll wait to tell my mother. She’s going to make a big deal out of it and make it all about her,” she grimaced, “I would just as soon wait for a little bit.”

“About the house.” They had been discussing what to do with her house since they were on their honeymoon. “We certainly have enough.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “More than enough. You never said you also have places in Jamaica, The Bahamas and the Cayman Islands. Robert, really?”

He only grinned at her. “I love a good investment and the place in Jamaica is right near the beach in Negril. White sands, incredibly blue waters and a trail that leads to a stunning wooded area. I couldn’t resist it.” He shifted so that he was lying on his side, one hand splayed over her stomach. “We could fly there for a weekend.”

“A weekend would not suffice.”

“A week then. The house, baby.” He reminded her.

“I have an attachment to it and since we have decided that we’re not giving up this apartment, I thought the house would be somewhere we could build a tree house, have barbecues, and have our child running free. It has a very big back yard.”

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