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*****
“You need rest.” He had carried her upstairs and settled her in the bed. Somehow it had been leaked to the press and they had to be avoiding the press.
“I need you. Come to bed with me.”
“I cannot touch you.” He was trying to keep his hands off her and was finding it very difficult.
“Just lay with me.”
“You were just discharged and I—"he passed a hand over his hair.
“We both need sleep. You dismissed the housekeeper—"
“Because I want to be the one to take care of you. I am going downstairs. Try and get some sleep.”
“Please," she whispered, the tears starting. “Oh God, Jaylen. I thought I was going to die.”
Taking off his shoes, he got in and gathered her close. He suspected this was going to happen. She had not cried at all and held back while she was in the hospital. Now it was like a stopper had been removed.
He held her, hands running up and down her back soothingly.
“Better?” He eased back to wipe her wet cheeks.
“Yes. Marginally. Stay?”
“I am.” He brushed his lips on the tip of her nose and then her wet cheeks. “Hungry?”
“No.” Taking his hand, she moved it down to her belly.
“He is moving.”
“I think he is happy to be back home. So am I. And this is home, wherever I am with you, it’s home. I want to marry you—a proper ceremony with friends and family at your dad’s place.
I want to wear a wedding dress,” She pressed his hand against her belly. “I want the speculations about our marriage put to bed. And I want to say my vows to you, to dedicate my life to you for the rest of it.”
“When?” he asked her hoarsely. “Because I have been thinking about that very thing.”
“This weekend. It gives us enough time to plan and I can just call Monique for a dress. I love you so much darling and I want to show you.”
“You already do.” His green eyes were bright, his heart hammering inside his chest.
“You did not give me a ring.”
“And that is something we have to remedy.”
“Then it’s settled. We get married on Saturday.”
She went into his arms and he just held her.
*****
“You do not have to see him.”
“I want to.” She was ensconced in the living room sofa, making her plans. He had agreed to work from home for the next few weeks in order to get some rest and recovery. “It’s not his fault darling.”
“I look at him and see her. I cannot help it.”
“Invite him in darling.” She reached out a hand and he took it. He had finally made love to her last night, but she knew he was holding back.
