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"It took some convincing," he agreed. "I had no choice in the matter. Even when you told me to stay the hell away from you, I could not get you out of my head. I had no intention of coming back for more insults, but I was unable to stay away from you." He gave her a hard stare. "You were quite the bitch."

She laughed at that. "You were Wade Bramwell and I thought to myself that you were just looking for something or someone different to sink your dick into."

"Classy," he muttered.

"Speaking of which, I recalled you saying something about my lack of class."

"I was mad as hell when after I poured my feelings out, you told me to get real and that it was just amazing sex and we should leave it at that."

"I thought it was until I realized I could not stop thinking about you. In demanding that you stay away from me, I was punishing myself."

"And still, you would not call. That is your least attractive trait - your willfulness," he pointed out dryly.

"Then you came to find me and I could have wept with gratitude."

"And still, you continue to give me grief. I should have left you right then and there."

"Why didn't you?" she asked him quietly.

He stared at her in surprise. "I couldn't,” he told her simply. "You knew that. I wanted to leave, to just say to hell with everything, but I needed you. I could not leave."

"I was such an idiot," she whispered.

"No arguments here. Let's go to bed."

"Wait. Have you eaten?"

"Yes. You?"

She nodded and held out her hands for him to help her up. "I was feeling a little queasy and I asked Mrs. Mason to make some soup. I usually cannot stand the stuff, but it went down easily."

He picked up her robe and draped it around her shoulders before grabbing his clothing strewn all around them. "How do you feel?"

"Dandy." Taking his free hand, she led the way out of the living room.

*****

"It's nothing." She shook her head as he lifted his from the pillows when he heard her stirring.

"Indigestion?"

"I think so." She was now two months pregnant and along with the nausea coming at odd times during the day, she was also plagued with an upset stomach.

"Some ginger tea is in order."

Before she could stop him, he was sliding off the bed and heading towards the cabinet he had installed in their bedroom. It was complete with an electric kettle, boxes of different teas and bottles of honey. The man did not miss a trick. She watched as he strolled over to plug the kettle in and selected a cup from the shelf.

"It's not that bad."

"You were twisting and turning," he said, turning his head to look at her briefly. "And I am here."

"You are making me love you even more."

He switched the kettle off and poured the water over the pouch. Adding a spoon of honey to the mixture, he brought it over on a tray. "I thought that was impossible."

"It seems not." She blew on the tea. "I find myself wondering if you will always be this attentive."

"Remi-"

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