by Cora Blu
“Will you marry me, Simone?”
She touched his face. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
He slanted his mouth down over hers, the heat melting the chill she held in her heart for him. He tasted of wine and mint as he fed from her mouth.
Seth pulled away and knelt before her, placing his face to her stomach. “I love you too, little one.”
“Does this mean my baby’s leaving the country?” Simone’s mother said, climbing the stairs, her arms ready to envelope the both of them.
Standing sandwiched between her mother, Seth, and Kim, Simone looked down into Seth’s face. “In Austria all I wanted was to get back to America, and here I am about to leave it again,” she said and caught the giggle in her voice.
“Now you have family in America, in Austria, in Russia and a husband and child in London,” Seth said.
“Two children,” she confessed. Everyone went still around her, except Seth, he set her away from him to place a hand on her belly.
“Twins?” Seth said his voice a rasp of disbelief.
Smiling and nodding. “My protein level was a bit high on the first exam. They did an ultrasound. I found out this morning.”
“And you kept it to yourself, honey?” her mother said.
“I wasn’t ready to share… I wanted to just enjoy it alone.”
Seth frowned at her, then stood, pointing to the stack of boxes beside the railing. “You lifted those boxes alone?”
Closing her arms around his waist, she snuggled in close, inhaling that comforting scent of musk, and untucking his shirt slipping her hands up his back.
“I need a reaction from you, mister. I just told you we’re having twins. Think I can get more than an accusation?”
“A reaction,” he said and his voice was thicker than she ever heard it. Simone stopped talking when she felt his heartbeat going wild under her hand on his back. He was reacting to her, in his own way.
She cantered her chin back over her shoulder. “Momma, Kim, you think you can take the party somewhere else? We could use some time alone.” The exchange of hugs were quick as Simone was left alone with Seth outside of her bedroom. Walking him back, they landed on her bed. The buttons on his dress shirt she slipped through the little holes, keeping her eyes on him.
Seth began undressing her, saying nothing. The warmth in his eyes pleaded with her not to speak. A tear clouded one of his eyes, but she worked until he lay in black boxer briefs and she in bra and panties.
The thick pillow was all they needed as he nestled himself along her body, laying his face between her breasts. He was soft against her thigh and warm. He wasn’t aroused as she thought in the hallway.
The ticking of the clock on her nightstand echoed through the room, a third heartbeat. She reached over, twisted the tiny knob on the lamp and the room faded behind soft afternoon light. Strong callused fingers stroked her stomach. Wrapping her arms tighter around him, she waited, for what she couldn’t say, but when she felt it, it was worth the wait.
One lone tear dripped onto her breast, a gift from his heart to hers. Her skin drank it in and a blanket of hope covered their entangled bodies.
Her tough, strong man was crying.
“Thank you for sharing that with me and not hiding it,” she spoke into his black waves, stroking her fingers over the muscles cording his wide back. “Your children and I love you… I missed you so much, Seth.”
“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a father—to twins.”
~THE END~
Thank you for sharing a little time with me. I do appreciate my readers for allowing me this opportunity to share my story with you.
Next in the Midnight Moaning’s Collection:
When Lena finds out her dad, Patrick, knows who killed her father, Connor, will she be able to forgive him? Will having the man of her dreams back in her life severe the close relationship she and Patrick have developed since her mother died? Or will his presence open another can of lies?
“The Man He’ll Never Be”
In every family, there are three relatives that show up unannounced. Secret, who gave birth to Lie. Lie, whose memory changes with the time of day. And Truth, whom you never leave alone with Secret.
~~~Seven thirty a.m.~~~
“Marlena Aishling Morgan—go home—my personal life is none of your concern. Connor’s death was twenty years ago—leave it be,” Patrick groaned, snatching up the lacy bra and duffle bag, then pounded up the back stairs. Lena stood, lipstick case clutched to her chest, the wood stairs creaking under his muscled physique. Scrubbing his red whiskers, he relaxed his body, and then turned to look his daughter.
The gold case hit the kitchen table and then rolled off the backside. “Daddy… if this woman is okay being your dirty little secret, then fine, stick her in the closest for all I care, but I have a right to know who killed my father,” Lena blurted out and watched pain redden his rugged features. The hurt look on Patrick’s face drew her up the stairs, into his embrace, his little girl all over again. “Daddy… I love you… I care what happens to you.” She tilted her face to look at him. “If she makes you happy, don’t do to her what Richard did to me.”
Patrick squeezed her. “You look so much like your mother standing there.” He kissed her forehead. “We’ll run next week. Stay out of it, cupcake, including Connor’s death.”
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~Cora Blu~