Page 32 of Cayden

“Last night was… intense.”

His brow furrowed. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

“No.” She shook her head, feeling the warmth of the endearment. It seemed like ages since he addressed her like that. Her hand wandered over the hairs on his chest and felt her body quickening with desire. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He stared at her intently. “Should we be making love?”

“Of course.” She moved into him, one thigh sliding through his. “I want to do it again.”

“Blair…”

“It’s been so long since I felt you inside me,” she whispered huskily, reaching down to cup him up.

“Oh Christ!”

“Make love to me. Let me feel you inside me.”

Her look melted him and with a groan, he pushed her back and entered her slowly.

*****

He played hooky and took her driving the next day.

“The cabin?” She recognized the landmarks even though almost everything was covered with snow.

“Yes,” he glanced over at her and smiled at how bundled up she was. He had chosen the clothing she had on. A thick cherry red sweater and black leggings.

He had included a throw from the sofa in their room and she was wrapped up completely and had been asleep for most of the journey. He would have teased her about that, but in all honesty, he had kept her up for most of the night.

The uncertainty of what to expect now that they knew about the babies, still hung there between them, but he wanted to make up for his shoddy treatment. He had no idea what was going to happen and there was still the element of fear.

He just wanted to give them this time together. He had called his assistant and told her to reschedule his appointments for today and the weekend and announced to his parents his intention of taking his wife off to somewhere they could be alone.

His mother had nodded in approval. “You both need the time alone, darling.”

As the snow-laden trees whizzed by, she could not help but think of the moments they had shared in the cabin before. It was a sanctuary, a place where they could escape the demands of their lives and just be together.

When they finally arrived, the cabin looked like a scene straight out of a winter postcard. Snow blanketed the roof, icicles hung like fragile daggers from the eaves, and the windows were foggy with warmth from within.

“It’s stocked this time.” He hopped out and went around to open her door and take her hand. It was so unlike the first time they were here. That time, the anger pulsed off him in waves.

This time, he was smiling at her and treating her like a precious cargo. He had insisted on picking out clothing for them to wear for the weekend and secured a flask of tea and some croissants from the kitchen.

“Watch your step.” He guided her over a patch of heavy snow right in their path. “The caretaker was supposed to plow, but he is out with the flu. He is sending someone in the morning to take care of it.” He had their bags and juggled them as he inserted the key into the lock.

The warmth flooded the room and seeped wonderfully through her clothing. “I’ll just take these to the room,’ he told her, indicating the bags he was carrying.

She nodded and went on inside the welcoming warmth of the living room where the fire was blazing. Slipping off her boots, she dragged the fluffy white blankets off the sofa and spread them in front of the fire.

She took in the familiar surroundings, the rustic charm of the cabin bringing back cherished memories. The wooden beams above, the worn leather couch, and the photographs of their adventures together all seemed to whisper stories of love and resilience. She sighed, letting the tranquility wash over her.

He returned to the living room, his face softened with an expression of contentment. "Tea?" He asked, holding out a steaming cup towards her.

"Thank you," she replied, wrapping her hands around the warmth of the cup. They settled together on the blanket, the fire crackling melodically in front of them.

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, both lost in their thoughts. He reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. "I’m glad we’re here," he murmured.

She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames. "Me too," she said softly. "I think we needed this."

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