Page 59
Story: His Wedding Day Revenge
She looked up at him, her heart shining in her face. ‘I love you, Draco,’ she said simply as she stepped into him, laying her heart against his heart and feeling his arms close tight around her.
‘Not too tight...’
His arms dropped away and he looked at her anxiously. ‘I hurt you?’ He looked horrified at the thought.
‘I just feel a bit queasy, that’s all. Normally I love the smell of your soap but...’
‘You are ill.’ He went white. ‘I will call...’
She shook her head. The rush of emotion too strong now to hold back the tears of joy that spilled out. ‘It’s fine. You see, I’m not ill. I’m having our baby, our miracle.’
Mattie, ignored for too long, let out a loud gurgle.
‘A brother or a sister for you, little one, a playmate.’ Draco placed a warm, protective hand on her flat stomach. ‘It is safe for you? If not...’ He shook his head. ‘I will love our child, but I will never ever put you at risk, Jane,’ he said sombrely. ‘I hope you realise that.’
She slid a loving hand down his face, her vision misting at the sincerity in his voice. ‘Marco says there is no danger, though it’s possible I might need a caesarean.’
She had started crying and her heart was too full to tell him they were tears of joy.
‘Do not cry, do not be afraid—you are not alone,’ Draco soothed, cradling her face and kissing her lips with a blend of tenderness and passion that produced more tears.
‘I’m not afraid. I’m happy I’ll never be alone again,’ she sobbed, her voice choked with raw emotion.
‘If you don’t stop crying I will have to kiss you.’
Jane smiled and let the tears flow, thinking, Bring it on!
‘Not too tight...’
His arms dropped away and he looked at her anxiously. ‘I hurt you?’ He looked horrified at the thought.
‘I just feel a bit queasy, that’s all. Normally I love the smell of your soap but...’
‘You are ill.’ He went white. ‘I will call...’
She shook her head. The rush of emotion too strong now to hold back the tears of joy that spilled out. ‘It’s fine. You see, I’m not ill. I’m having our baby, our miracle.’
Mattie, ignored for too long, let out a loud gurgle.
‘A brother or a sister for you, little one, a playmate.’ Draco placed a warm, protective hand on her flat stomach. ‘It is safe for you? If not...’ He shook his head. ‘I will love our child, but I will never ever put you at risk, Jane,’ he said sombrely. ‘I hope you realise that.’
She slid a loving hand down his face, her vision misting at the sincerity in his voice. ‘Marco says there is no danger, though it’s possible I might need a caesarean.’
She had started crying and her heart was too full to tell him they were tears of joy.
‘Do not cry, do not be afraid—you are not alone,’ Draco soothed, cradling her face and kissing her lips with a blend of tenderness and passion that produced more tears.
‘I’m not afraid. I’m happy I’ll never be alone again,’ she sobbed, her voice choked with raw emotion.
‘If you don’t stop crying I will have to kiss you.’
Jane smiled and let the tears flow, thinking, Bring it on!
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59