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“Not tired enough.” She trailed a finger through the dense hairs on his chest. “You brought me island wear.”

“I could not resist.”

“Stella, the store owner, was dancing inside her head at the money you spent.”

“You could see all that?” He was delighted with her. He was on the way to being thirty-six, and for the first time in his life, he knew what it was to love someone completely.

“I could. You went above and beyond.”

“What can I say? I love shopping for my wife.”

She shivered at that and felt the tears in her eyes.

“What is it, darling?” He asked her tenderly.

“I am your wife.” She knew she was getting emotional but did not care. “Do you know how that makes me feel?”

Tilting her chin up, he stared into her eyes. He loved her completely and could never find the words to tell her how much. “Why don’t you tell me?” He asked her huskily.

“I feel like the most fortunate woman in the world.” A tear trickled down her cheek and moved him to pieces. “I am wearing your ring, bear your name, and your baby is nestled inside me. Nothing else comes close.”

“Want to have my take on it?” He asked her hoarsely. When she nodded, he continued.

“I spent years working, building a fortune, and then I got married that first time, and there was still that feeling of restlessness and the craving to do more.”

He brushed the tear away. “Then I met you. Everything changed for me. I no longer cared about making more money and the shield I put around my emotions.” His touch lingered. “You barreled through them and left me spinning and falling.” Bending his head, he brushed his lips against hers.

“I am still falling and will continue to do so until we are both old and gray. And I want that baby. I want to grow old with you; I need the time to show you how much you mean to me.”

His tongue touched her lip and sent shivers along her spine. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she dissolved his senses and melted his heart.

*****

Their son, Nathan David, was born in the frigid second week of February. Three weeks ago, his cousin Sapphire Rose, the adorable baby girl, had been born in the same private hospital.

The pregnancy had been surprisingly easy. Delores had told her husband that it was to make up for the almost nine months of abject misery that had her staying in bed for nearly two months.

Deacon tensed slightly when he felt her arms wrapping around his waist. “You are supposed to be resting.” He chided.

“I felt the space on your side of the bed, and it woke me up.”

Taking one last emotional look at his son, he turned to face her. She had asked the Lord for one big favor: to allow their son to be the spitting image of him and it had been granted.

The doctors said Nathan had hazel eyes that could be changed as he grew older. He had ink black hair and the same shape nose and eyes and even eyebrows as his dad.

Lifting her into his arms, he turned the lights out and carried her into their bedroom. He had gifted her the publishing house and enough capital to expand to what she had always dreamed of doing.

When their son was born, he gave her a stunning sapphire and diamond set, including a necklace, bracelet, and earrings.

And she never really needed all those things. All she wanted was him. Now sitting on the sofa across from the bed with him cradling her against him, she closed her eyes in contentment.

“Thank you.” He somehow found the word. He had been telling her thanks since he held his son in his arms, and the words were not enough. Nothing he did or said would ever be enough.

“You are most welcome.” She cradled his dear face. “I love you.”

He shook his head and said fiercely. “I adore you!”

The end...

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