Page 59 of Cayden

“Get someone else in here and make a bottle for Bianca,” he ordered, “I will go and check on the boys…”

“Your parents are in with them.” Her eyes swung to Blair, who was just sitting there.

“Good.” Taking Bella from her, he cradled the baby and gave her a quick and gentle kiss on the soft cheek, feeling the funny feeling inside his chest as she stared up at him with her curious hazel eyes. All four of them had the same color eyes and he suspected they would remain that color.

“Be a good girl for your grandparents, will you sweetheart? Daddy is taking mommy out on the town.” Lifting his head, he handed the baby back to Maria. “Get the bottle ready.” Turning around, he took his wife’s hand and drew her up.

“I cannot leave…”

“You can and you will.” He practically pushed her out of the room and without even stopping to look in on the boys, he closed their bedroom doors.

“I am not in the mood to go anywhere. I think…”

“You promised me.” He grimly went to the closet and scanned the numerous outfits there. His mother had called in concern,saying that Blair was crying. “You need to do something darling; she is crying and has been doing so for most of the day.

“You vowed to me that we are not going to let the babies’ get in the way of our marriage.” He yanked out a lovely aquamarine gown with a scooped neckline and fitted waist. She had been working like a fiend to get her figure back and was almost there. “It’s been almost a month.”

Placing the dress on the bed, he stood in front of her and started undressing her like a child. “I am holding you to that promise tonight. We are going out. Dinner and dancing until midnight. We have a full complement of staff here and my parents are more than capable of taking care of our children.”

“Cayden…”

“No!” He shook his head. “No talk of how inadequate a mother you are or anything like that. The doctors and nurses warned that your milk might dry up soon.

We can more than afford tons of formulas and we, along with my parents, and your friends, have decided on the best on the market. They will not be starving and certainly will not lack nutrition.”

He propelled her into the bathroom and into the huge shower install. Turning on the jet, he made certain the temperature was exactly right before picking up the sponge and squirting floral scented gel on. He could see how listless she was and tried to tamp down the worry settling inside his chest.

“Talk to me baby.” He urged as he ran the sponge over her back.

“I feel overwhelmed.” She admitted.

“Fair enough.” He turned her around so he could get her front and felt the quick dart of hot desire pouring into him. her breasts were still perky, even though he would not have cared if they were hanging down her waist. And her belly was almost flat.

“Understandable.” He bathed her stomach slowly. “We will be interviewing potential nannies,” he stopped when she shook her head and waited for the usual objections.

“I want to be there for them.”

“You are. You will be. But I am playing the husband and daddy card. We will hire two nannies, ones who are qualified to take care of our babies.” He tried to avoid her pubic area because of the hot desire he could not get a handle on.

He briskly passed the sponge over her middle and turned the water to rinse off the suds. Grabbing some towels, he dried her off and lifted her to carry her into the bedroom.

“Now, I am going to take a quick shower and leave you to get ready.” He hunkered down in front of her. “I adore you baby. I love you beyond reason and I would very much like to have my wife back. Please.”

She snapped out of her funk long enough to realize that he was tired and looked sad and worried – because of her. She had promised him that she would not allow the pregnancy, their babies to get between them and she was doing just that.

For the past three weeks, each time he came home, she was in the nurseries, zipping from one room to the next and resenting the help that was offered.

Even Clive and Conail had offered their services and both Marianne and Alberto had been eager to take care of their grandchildren.

Her dad had dropped by several evenings on his way home from work and had even stayed last weekend so that he could spend time with them. The staff was amazing, each of them bending over backwards to make things easy for her and she was neglecting her husband.

Her hand lifted to cup his cheek. “I am such an idiot.”

“I will not have you saying that…”

“No. Please let me finish. You are right, I did promise not to do this and that’s exactly what I have been doing.” Her eyes sparkled and her chin lifted. “Not this dress. The red one.” She decided. “We’re going dancing until we have blisters.”

He grinned, his spirit soaring. “Let’s get to it then.”

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