Page 89 of Wedding the Widow

“Well, it is certainly a Christian name.” Jemmy reached out and cupped her breasts.

“Ahhh.” His touch always drove her wild. She wanted him to sink himself into her again, but she was even more determined to know that name. “What is it?”

His laugh echoed in the chamber as he slowly rose up and pushed her back onto the mattress. “Now, where were we?”

Groaning with too many kinds of frustration, Elizabeth threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. “Here.”

He slid home once again and, with several quick thrusts, brought her to perfect completion again.

She shuddered around him and sank into the mattress, completely sated this time. She might not wake up until evening tomorrow.

Jemmy lay panting and smiling beside her. “Onesiphorus.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Onesiphorus. That is Father’s first name. An early Christian elder, at least that’s what Aunt Augusta told me. She always considered herself lucky to merely be named after her father’s mother.” Jemmy raised up on his elbow. “So now we know, are we going to renege on the promise? We’re married, there’s nothing Father can do to us if we name him something else.”

Stunned, but recovering, Elizabeth slowly shook her head. “He seems so set and proud on having this child bear his name. I somehow can’t quite take that away from him.” She took Jemmy’s face in her hands. “As long as we are together, I won’t mind a jot if we name our son Marmaduke, or Jehoshaphat, or Onesiphorus.” She snuggled into her husband’s arms. After all, what was in a name?

Their future finally looked bright as a shooting star. Pray God it continued so.