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“I did tell you, a hundred times… in a way,” I admit, shrugging.
“But you’re so tied up with all this, I couldn’t get through. Now I know, I have the ultrasound. Oh, Lucian, aren’t you happy?” I ask, suddenly worried I’m only giving him one more thing to worry about.
“Happy?” he gasps, sweeping all the papers aside and lifting me up onto his desk, his strong legs between mine.
“Of course I am, and we’ll have to… ya know. Get married right away,” he adds quickly. His eyes dart around mine, his best thinking face leaping into action.
“No son of mine’s gonna be born out of wedlock. We can fly to Vegas, we can be married tonight!” he almost shouts, making me laugh.
“We could just make some arrangements,” I offer. “And what makes you think it’s a boy after all?” I ask defiantly, wondering how he knows already.
“I guess I just… I mean. Just tell me you’re okay?” he finally says, wanting to squeeze me but not too hard. As if I’ll break now that he knows I’m pregnant.
Now that we’re pregnant.
And so it was that after my clumsy announcement, Lucian Kellerman arranged the biggest wedding of all time in no time.
Swept off my feet?
That’s an understatement.
I don’t think he’s slept for the whole week while he arranged for all his business dealings to be taken care of so we could be married and then honeymoon.
The one thing I actually have a say in.
The wedding?
That’s a blur, with a cathedral, gown and so many people I don’t know I’ll ever remember it all let alone try to forget it.
Lucian tried hard. Maybe a bit too hard, but I got my man and the wedding band to prove it.
A father to our children, and enough crystal ware to fill a mansion, which it has.
“We can go anywhere you want, Carol. As long as the doctors say it’s okay,” he adds, holding his huge hands over my middle for the millionth time.
“We’ll be fine,” I tell him, wondering where on earth we could go.
To get away from all of Lucian’s business, to get away.
Just the two of us.
He smacks his head, as if dumbstruck, naming an obscure island I’ve never heard of.
“It used to be owned by the family, a long time ago,” he explains. “We… I gave it back to the original owners, on the proviso we could still buy their vanilla crops at a fair price and I could use their beach. The one beach I actually remember from my childhood. Say we can, Carol. Tell me you’ll go?” he asks earnestly.
If anything, I want to see Lucian happy. I can see he only wants the same for his new family.
One thing I don’t know about my new husband, apart from his hidden cooking skills is his seamanship.
I expect to fly out to said island, but Lucian being Lucian he arranges a yacht to sail us there, a journey of four days to the Caribbean.
I’ll never forget it, and I can see how much it means to Lucian to sail us all there.
Baby and me.
He works on his tan while I sit under a huge straw hat, marveling at how he handles such a huge boat that he constantly reminds me is called a yacht.
We have fresh lobster and seafood every night, and I have so much more appreciation for Lucian, who seems determined to keep me satisfied in every way imaginable.
All day, every day.
Lucian has one goal in mind, to keep his woman satisfied on all fronts.
“We’re almost there, darling,” he announces, steering the yacht in a certain direction after announcing the sight of land.
Our island home for the next few weeks.
“I can’t wait,” I murmur, laying back on my towel, knowing my man is at the helm for us both.
My best friend, my lover, and the father of our children.
My Mr. Claus.
The thought makes me giggle.
“What?” he calls over, but I shrug.
“Nothing, honey. Just… I love you.”
Lucian mouths the words, I know and he sets his course.
Guiding us all on to safe harbors and new adventures.Extended EpilogueLucian“Daddy, Daddy! Push me again!”
She shoots me a glance of mock disdain, but I know she only has eyes for our sons.
And for me.
It’s freezing and our plans for an island getaway have been dashed by doctor’s orders.
“No sea travel, planes, or anything that will excite the mother to be.”
And it took no doing from me, those were his exact words.
Carol’s bundled up in thermals and a snowsuit as we play outside.
Christmas Eve, a few more years since we both stood on the exact same spot.
And by God, if she isn’t more beautiful today.
The luckiest day of my life was the day she agreed to be my wife.
“Well go then,” she chides me, folding her arms. “Push them down the dang hill.”
And I do.
