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The bed was unmade, Aurora saw. Of course it was—he would have been asleep when she called.
Her book was on the floor beside the bed, and it made her smile that he must have read it—or at least found it.
The shower was bliss—and so, too, was it bliss to put on not a crisp clean shirt, but the one he must have taken off last night that smelled of him.
She slipped between sheets that held his cologne and the male scent of him—and then the door opened and he stood there, holding a cup in one hand and their son in the other.
‘Sweet milk,’ he said. ‘Do you want something to eat?’
‘No, milk is fine.’
‘I’ve called Marianna. She is getting some essentials and will sort out a nanny.’
‘I don’t need a nanny.’
‘Well,Ido,’ Nico said.
‘Ah, yes, you have a very busy social life.’ She fixed him with her eyes. ‘What with balls and trips to the theatre…’
‘That was in the run-up to Christmas,’ Nico said, though he knew full well what Aurora was getting at. Those had been high-profile functions he had attended, and there were photos everywhere. ‘It has been a busy couple of months.’
‘I saw,’ Aurora said, and attempted to slice him in two with her eyes.
Nico held her gaze. He did not blink and then he spoke. ‘One thing, Aurora…’ He just could not let go of what she had said for a single moment longer. ‘You wereneverdesperate.’
‘So had I arrived here eight months pregnant, with fat ankles—?’
‘You know the answer,’ he interrupted. ‘You wereneverdesperate.’
No, because she had the golden ticket—his baby. And, whether he wanted her or not, Nico would see to his duty—and she would have done anything to avoid that.
‘Yes, Nico, I was.’
He closed the bedroom door and headed through to the lounge. He looked into navy blue eyes, and saw the groove in Gabe’s chin that mirrored his, and then went back to gazing into those sumptuous eyes.
‘Your mother,’ Nico said to his son, ‘is the most difficult woman on the face of this earth.’
And then he fell in love—because an eight-week-old could win a heart with a smile.
‘You didnotinherit that smile from me,’ Nico said.
He had both of them now.
Two hearts that he had to take care of.
Two lives that twined and twisted into his.
When he had never even wanted one.
Aurora slept for a couple of hours and then woke to the sight of a crib by the bed.
And the weight of Nico’s arm over her.
He was on top of the bed, not in it, and he was asleep.
She wriggled out from under his arm and sat up on the edge of the bed. She peered into the crib at her son, and for that moment all was right in her world.
‘He wanted you,’ Nico said sleepily. ‘I couldn’t get him to settle in the crib, but the moment I carried it in here he fell asleep.’
