Page 90 of Prince of Darkness

“One of your husband’s worries was that you might be pregnant.” Ah. Now a few things are starting to make a lot more sense.

“I could have just taken a test.”

“I figured that out and told him so, but he worried you've been through enough today, and it might be stressful for you to take a test.”

I drop my head. “He was worried I’d be upset if I found out I was pregnant.” I give words to what she was pretty much saying. Worry starts to blossom inside me. Does he not want to have children together? I thought he did. It’s not as though we’ve ever used protection.

“No.” She lets out a small laugh. “He didn't want you to hope you were and then be disappointed.” I jerk my head up. She’s smiling brightly at me.

“Are you saying…” I trail off. If I wasn’t pregnant, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

“Yes.”

I put my hand over my mouth too excited for words. “Don’t tell him. I want to be the one to let him know,” I rush to say. This is a special moment, and I want to give Roman the news that he’s going to be a dad. He’s given me so much.

“Okay. I’ll tell him I’ll have the results tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

I lean against the counter in the bathroom, figuring I’ll give the doctor and Roman a few minutes to have their little chat. It doesn't take long before Roman walks into the bathroom and heads straight for me.

“I love you,” he says, kissing me deeply.

“I love you too.” He drops his forehead to mine for a long moment.

“Can I take care of you tonight?”

“You can do anything you like to me, Roman,” I tease him, watching his eyes heat, but he controls himself. He releases his hold on me to start the shower. For the next hour he dotes on me, and I let him.

It’s nice to have someone take care of me. He refuses to let me lift a finger. I never knew having someone wash and brush your hair could be so relaxing, but it is. Roman insisted on getting me dressed for bed and feeding me a dinner he had brought to our bedroom. I want to cry with how sweet this man is. It’s endearing that only I and our children will ever know this side of Roman. To everyone else he’s intimidating and loud.

“I’m sorry,” Roman says, looking down at the floor. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“You could have been killed today, and that would have been on me.” I snort a laugh. Roman jerks his head up, glaring at me.

“That glare doesn't work on me, big guy.” I push him back so I can crawl into his lap.

“One of the many things I love about you.” He brushes his nose along my neck.

“You saw the lengths my father went to for money. It was a miracle you found me. Don’t you get that? You saved me. Who the hell knows what would have happened to me if you hadn’t come along?” His hands on my hips holding me in place tighten.

That’s the damn truth. Was it crazy what my husband did? Yes, a million times over, but it’s hard for me to be angry about it when I think about how he fell in love with me only seeing a picture. Besides, Roman’s pushy, overbearing ways are one of the many things that turn me on. I’ll never doubt if I’m loved or wanted. He makes that very clear every second of the day.

“You give me too much credit.” I fist his hair, pulling him up so I can see his face.

“Fine. If you think I might be in danger or whatever, then let me go. I’ll be on my way and you won’t have to worry ab—” I’m surprised I even got that far in my sentence before Roman pins me to the bed under him.

“Never.” He looms over me. “They'll have to pry you from my cold, dead hands.”

“I prefer your hands warm.” I watch as my husband fights a smile.

“I know how you prefer my hands.” One slips up under my silk top. His fingers graze across my stomach.

“I prefer you any way I can get you, Roman. I love you and I wouldn't change anything about the road you took to get us here.”

“I love you more, Fawn. You think that I saved you, but I know you saved me from a miserable existence. My life was cold and lonely before you got here.”

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