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By then, she cradled him between her flexed knees. “Aileen said it’s alright.”
“You talked about this with her?” Embarrassed astonishment smothered his expression.
“No, she helped me to understand.” She brought his palm over her breast.
“I see,” he answered hoarsely. And she used the opportunity to lower his underwear.
As good news went, this was the best since they arrived back in Oxford.
“Now, can you, please, take me before I die with need?” she suggested.
Sam plunged in her with a moan. “Damn! I won’t last a minute.” And caressed her tender breasts.
With her spine arched, she made a sound of her own. “I’ll be there in three seconds.”
He thrust one more time, and she dissolved.
This thing of his wife being with child was really interesting, he celebrated before he too got engulfed in the delights of her.
EPILOGUE
Two years later
Errol, four, had taken Jamie, one and something, under his wings. Proof of that was the careful way he helped the younger child go about the lawn in those rare sunny spring days in the Highlands.
The four adults sat on a blanket under a tree in the garden while Roy, eight now, led the other boys in his make-believe games.
Sam and Harriet moved up north a year ago when she and the baby were strong enough to traipse the roads. Jamie thought nothing of it, though, and endured the week in the carriage as if he had been born to it. To tell the truth, he turned out to be a veritable McDougal. His dark hair and green eyes matched a temper very similar to his grand-father’s, at which the Laird puffed with extreme pride.
His beautiful wife had offered to help the children in the schoolroom with Aileen’s immediate approval. They loved Harriet as their teacher, and she loved them in return. While she went about it, Sam dedicated time to his botanical studies and joined his father in many tasks on the estate. Sam liked to be involved because he valued his heritage.
Harriet and he believed it better to live in a nearby cottage for everyone’s privacy’s sake. The arrangement suited them fine even though they all got together at every opportunity.
Jamie stopped playing to seek his mother and sleepily came to nestle in her lap. Sam looked at his family as deep contentment invaded him. He was grateful for them every minute of the day.
Taking a break from their running around, Roy and Errol sat by Sam as the oldest brother wrapped each with one arm.
“Will you let us live here when we grow up?” Roy asked, already understanding the law of primogeniture.
Sam lowered his gaze to his brother, moved by the boy’s fretting. “We’re all going to take care of this land,” he said solemn. “It’s our duty to preserve it for the future generations. And I’m counting on both of you to help me.”
Aileen could not hide the bright moisture of her eyes, and Harriet looked at her husband with melting adoration.
“I knew I did a good job when I made you,” Taran boasted unashamed.
“I’ll help you,” promised Roy to his older brother.
After luncheon, Sam took a sleeping Jamie in one arm and laced his wife with the other while they strolled to their cottage.
When the toddler was tucked in his cot, Sam turned to Harriet, his big hands on her radiant face. “I love you,” he said eyes boring in hers.
“I love you, too,” she covered his hands with hers.
“When our children grow up, I’ll tell them you are forever the only woman in my life.”
And he kissed a Harriet on the verge of tears.
The End
