Never Love a Highlander - Maya Banks [77]
Now she wanted confirmation. She wanted to hear it from his own lips that he was joyous over her pregnancy.
“So you’re happy about the babe?”
Her question was muffled by his chest, but he went still and then slowly drew her away so that he looked down into her eyes.
“Happy? I think happy is too mundane a word. There are many words that accurately describe my reaction. Wonder. Aye, wonder. ’Tis not something I’ve contemplated until recently, and even then I spoke as a man boasting to be boasting. It didn’t really settle with me that I would become a father until Sarah bore the news to me in the hallway. The image hit me with force enough to stagger me. I had to quit the keep and go out alone lest I completely unman myself in front of others.”
His fingers touched her cheek and grazed along her jaw.
“Fear. I was immediately filled with such fear like I’ve never felt. Fear that I wouldn’t be able to protect our child from men like Duncan Cameron. That if we had a daughter she would be as Mairin had been for most of her life. Always hiding, always living in fear of discovery. Wary of being used by a man for what she could bring through the birth of a child.”
She reached up to palm his cheek and he turned into her hand, brushing a kiss across her flesh.
“And joy, Rionna. ’Tis God’s truth I experienced a burst of joy that is indescribable. I imagined a daughter with your beauty and strength and a son with your spirit and stubbornness.”
She laughed. “And you, husband? What think you that our children will inherit from you?”
“I care not as long as they are healthy and that you deliver them free of complication.”
She hugged him again. “I’m sorry I worried you. ’Tis the truth I didn’t know I was with child, I swear it. I would have taken more care in our training.”
He clutched her shoulders and pulled her away from him, his expression one of utmost seriousness. “You’ll not lay hands on a sword again. ’Tis done with, this foolish idea of yours.”
“But, Caelen, now that we know, we can fashion our sparring so that no harm is done to our child. ’Tis important I am able to protect myself and our child.”
“I will protect what is mine,” he said fiercely. “I will take no chances with your health or that of our child.”
“But—”
He held up a hand. “ ’Tis not up for debate. ’Tis my final word on the matter.”
She sighed but couldn’t bring herself to be irritated when she could still see the worry shadowed in his eyes.
“Now come here, wife. I have need to hold you.”
She smiled and went into his arms. He kissed her hungrily, framing her face and holding her in place as he ravaged her mouth.
He slid his hands down her body, coming to stop at her waist. Then he placed his palm over the flat of her belly through the folds of her cloak. Suddenly impatient, he pulled at the material until she was free of the garment and standing only in her nightdress. Then his hand returned to her stomach and he held it there as he stared into her eyes.
“My son or daughter,” he said hoarsely. “I’d not thought I’d ever have children.”
“Do you like the thought now?” she asked with a smile.
“Oh aye,” he said softly. “I find I like the idea very much. I owe you an apology, Rionna.”
She put her finger to his lips and then followed it with a kiss. “It’s been an eventful day for both of us. Perhaps ’twould be best if we go to bed and start fresh on the morrow.”
“You’ve a very generous spirit, wife.”
“There is something I want in return,” she said as she slid one hand down to cup him intimately.
His eyes gleamed with quick understanding. “Oh? And what is that?”
She continued to caress him through the material of his trews. “A good husband would be mindful of his wife in her present condition. She needs lots of care and attention.”
“Does she now?”
“Oh aye, she does,” Rionna whispered. “Lots of tender, loving handling