Dominik chuckled against the soft skin of Rose’s neck, nuzzling into her, nibbling and kissing. He was sure to lock the door behind him as he finally got his wife into the room and then swept her up off the floor. Carrying her, he walked them to the bed, setting her down as he knelt next to her on the soft surface.
“I intend to hear ye call me name, lass. And the others can wait. This is much more crucial business.” Rose beamed up at him as he spoke, laughing as he lowered his mouth to hers, his hand sneaking under the fabric of her skirts. “As ye always are to me.”
Their tongues danced together as Dominik found the slick warmth of his wife between her thighs, teasing the flesh and wishing only that they had long enough to make this interlude truly something to remember. As it was, he knew that the people gathered downstairs would be searching for them soon, the Laird and his lady needed for a dance.
“Dominik,” Rose’s breathy voice flowed out, and he dragged the pad of his fingers across that seam, slowly—oh so very slowly—seeking entrance. “Oh my…I…uh, Dominik.”
One of his favorite pastimes was to render his brilliant wife incapable of making a coherent sentence, and he reveled in the way her smooth, soft body responded to him. She dropped her leg to the side, and Dominik used the space to slide his digits deeper, reaching that inner spot of her that made his wife arch and squeak.
As she did so now, he felt for himself beneath his kilt, stroking back and forth. If they only had a moment, then he would certainly make it count. Rose pulled his mouth to hers harder, tasting him with a fever of want as he pleasured her. The in and out was mirrored by his strokes with his other hand, and the building pressure within him ticked higher and higher with each second.
“I—Uh,” Rose groaned low as he hooked his fingers upward, and she sank herself down onto his fingers. “I wanted to…tell you…something.”
Chuckling, Dominik slowed his movements but did not stop. “Oh, and what was that?”
“You are terrible, making me…oh God…making me attempt to find words at a time likethis.”
Dominik only laughed, gripping himself tighter as the desperation on Rose’s face made him all the more lustful and hungrier for her.
“Come now, lass.” Dominik swirled within her. “I’m listening.”
“I…I…” Rose rolled her hips, finding something clearly as she gasped and rocked herself against him. It was only a few moments before she arched against him, and Dominik felt her body squeeze around his fingers, her release barreling through her. Time stretched for a moment, and he kissed her lips, then her neck, still stroking himself idly. “I am…”
Blinking, she looked up at him, a smile stretching across her face.
“…with child.”
Dominik froze, everything stopping. He shot backward, staring down at Rose’s face with his brows to his hairline.
“You…you are with child? You are—A bairn?”
“Yes, you silly man.” Rose shook her head, pulling Dominik down to her lips and then whispering. “I’m going to have a baby.Ourbaby.”
Shock gave way to a joy that Dominik could not put into words. He yanked his Rose against him, squeezing her tightly in his arms. The burn of tears echoed through his eyes. His sweet wife was carrying their child; a future Dominik had considered impossible for a time.
After all, she had nearly left him. The love of his life had almost returned to England, and it would have broken him into crooked shards that could not be repaired.
But they were here, all of them. He had his Rose, and she had him for all time. And now, by the grace of nature itself, there was to be a child. There was no political gain or arrangement. This was not a marriage they simply tolerated. This was a union of their souls, and they had created a new life to usher into it.
“With child!” Dominik shouted as he pulled Rose back to look at her, smiling from ear to ear. “The finest day in some time indeed!”
Rose giggled, her eyes misty, and she held his face between her hands. “I adore you. We are having a child. And I could not be happier to have you right by my side as their father.”
“I will be beside ye and the bairn for all me days, Rose. I promise ye.”
“I know, Dominik. I know.” She kissed him once more, then found his hand and guided it to her lower stomach, the womb where their child steadily grew. “I’m not sure just when I will have them, but in the fall. When the leaves turn, you will be a father.”
“And ye will be the finest mother our bairn could ever hope to have. I love ye, lass.”
“And I love you, Dominik. Through it all.”
Dominik rested his forehead on Rose’s. “Through it all.”
The End?
