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“A stubborn man indeed!” She smiled meaningfully.
“You haven’t got the slightest idea!” He lifted her petite figure from the floor and kissed her again. Their kiss got hotter and hotter and Sarah felt him ready for her. “Oh, Sarah, we have to go! It’s going to get dark soon!”
“Alright. We can save it for later.”
“You just wait and see!”
That night when they lay down, they made steamy love. They pledged their feelings for each other over and over with words and their bodies.
“Oh, Sarah, my love!” They were cuddling tenderly. “You taught me love.” He grazed his lips on her forehead. “You showed me physical fulfilment.” He nipped her ear. “You restored my soul!”
Sarah smiled lovingly. As if he had not done the same for her! “You are the only man I could ever have loved!” She caressed his dark fleeced chest. “I would not have been able to accept any other man in my life!”
He looked at her smugly satisfied at hearing that. “And now you’re sheltering our child.” He bent and kissed her abdomen. “The fruit of our love!”
“Now I’ll have two Hawkmores to love!” She held him tighter.
He kissed her and they slept with a smile in each other’s arms
EPILOGUE
Enid and Christopher had arrived three months before, under their father’s agonizing distress. Hugh had been a mass of nerves during Sarah’s delivery hours. Towards the end of her pregnancy, she had been rounder and rounder. When she started the delivery, the midwife had expressed the suspicion that it might be twins. When he heard the two powerful lungs manifest themselves he felt so relieved that he’d fallen on a chair, before the doctor summoned him to Sarah’s side. She had chosen the girl’s name and he suggested his long gone father’s.
As she held one baby and he the other, sitting on the bed, Sarah had gone to cloud nine. “We worked so hard on it, that we’ve made it two!”
Hugh still felt shaken with the whole thing. “You jest! Those were the longest hours of my entire life!”
“Oh, poor Lord Hawkmore!” She held his free hand.
“Lady Hawkmore, are you mocking me?” A funny angry expression on his utterly beautiful aristocratic face.
“Me?” A mischievous smile on her face. “Oh, I’d never think of that.” Exhaustion overtook her and she went to rest, as the nanny took the babies to the nursery.
Now the t
wo babies were in her arms, while she sat on an armchair. The little lovely things were being avidly fed. Sarah had refused to hire a wet-nurse from day one. Hugh insisted, since noble women never fed their children. Sarah had stated that her mother had fed her and that she wanted to make this loving gesture to her twins.
Hugh sat in front of her and watched them, evening turning to night. Waves of love for those three invaded him. He looked at Enid’s black hair, her eyes like her mother’s, and at Christopher’s brown bush on his head, with dark eyes. They were the perfect mixture of their parents.
“I do think they’re taking possession of what’s mine there!” He joked.
She blushed and looked at him. She definitely missed him after theses months. The doctor had said that she needed a recovery period. “Yours?” She lifted her brows. “Oh, I see, my lord! This is the old fathers’ lament for the loss of their privileges!”
“You cannot deny I have fallen second to your priorities.” He did not feel jealous for that. He just loved her more for the caring mother she revealed to be.
“Second? That is really optimistic of you! I’d say third, actually!” She smiled at her own little joke.
“Oh, goodness! This is too much for an Earl!” He smiled back.
When the twins had finished their ravenous feeding, Sarah covered her breasts, which he looked at eagerly. The nanny disappeared in the nursery. She stood up and went to bed.
He followed her. He missed her so much!
Of course, his peers never waited for their wives to recover from childbirth. They dived their needs in other ways. They used maids, they went to debauchery houses or to their mistresses. Wives were for bearing children, no more.
But Lord Hawkmore showed to be different. For him, his wife remained the only woman he could ever touch. The faithful Earl he, his epithet in the Ton now. So, he waited tightly for her recovery.
She uncovered herself and opened her arms to him. His jet-black hair falling on his forehead and his dark piercing eyes heated her.
