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“Take it back.”

“You know it is true. When we made love for the first time, you insisted on the lights being off.”

“That’s because I was aware of your reputation.” She moved to the face and penciled in the eyebrow, trying to get the exact shade and density. “I did not want you making comparisons with your other conquests.”

“You never were.”

She looked up at his sober tone. “It took me a while to realize that.”

“You’re my only.”

Her hands trembled slightly and for a second, she had no idea what she was doing.

“Come here!” He ordered gently.

“I am not finished…”

“You are.” Rolling onto his back, he took the pad away and put it aside, before drawing her into his arms. “You’re my everything.”

“Oh, Cayden.” She eased out a shaky breath and blinked the tears away. “I love you so much.”

“Not as much as I love you.” He traced the outline of her full bottom lip. “Be prepared darling.” He murmured, lowering his head. “I intend to lose myself in your delectable body.”

Chapter 9

She realized what he was up to. He was making up for the way he had greeted the news and reacted to it. And she let him. They were going to have to face the pregnancy and the fact that she was carrying multiples at some point, but for now, she was willing to let him take the lead and not mention what was hanging between them.

This was their moment of solace. When they returned home, the craziness was going to continue. She was ten weeks pregnant and surprisingly, the nausea had settled for now.

She was armed with pills- including Vitamin D, calcium, protein, folic acid, iron, omega threes and Vitamin D. She took them in the bathroom and was very diligent about doing so. He never asked her about them even though he had noticed them in her case.

And she never supplied any information. It might be foolish, but they both needed to get away from the decision she had made.

“How about a walk?” She decided the next morning. They had finally made it to bed and had slept like a log wrapped around each other. His lean length wrapped around her had given her peace and she was able to sleep like a baby.

“It’s below ten.” He pointed out. It had snowed during the night. Soft pretty white pellets hitting the windows. He had held her in his arms, and they had watched the snow falling together. She had made hot cocoa with marshmallows and her stomach had been cooperative.

She insisted on making breakfast even though he was not a breakfast person. A cup of coffee and he was out the door, usually.

This morning, he sat with her at the small dining table tucked beneath the large bay window and enjoyed a healthy breakfast of strawberry and blueberry pancakes, topped with whipped cream and mountains of fluffy eggs and bacon. She felt like a wife for the first time since they were married. And could pretend that this was their life.

“If only there was something we could use to combat the cold.” She tapped the side of her head as if trying to come up witha solution. “Ah! Layers. Sweaters, jackets, gloves, and hats. Thermal underwear as well.” She grinned at the mild look he sent her. He was finishing another cup of excellent coffee she had poured him.

If he noticed how domesticated she was, he made no mention of it and seemed to enjoy the role she was playing.

“If you freeze your fine ass off, don’t blame me.”

“I won’t. We could make a snowman.”

“We will not.”

“Please.”

Her mahogany eyes had always been his weakness, and this time was no different. With a resigned sigh, he nodded. “If it starts snowing again, we are done.”

“Agreed.” Excitement lit up her lovely face and had desire stirring inside him. He had been hungry for her. Last night he had alternated between being gentle and rough and feeling guilty about it after.

“Just make certain to put on a thick sweater.” He advised gruffly, feeling slightly upset that she had this influence over him.

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