‘I was crazy to believe her,’ he said, ‘and even crazier not to believe you when you told me about the pregnancy.’
‘It was understandable. Suddenly you felt you could no longer trust me.’
‘Yet I couldn’t stop loving you. I couldn’t turn that off like a tap.’ He ran his hand up to caress her breast, which was fuller and heavier now, the nipple larger and darker and more prominent. He stroked the stiffened bud and smiled when she released a little sigh of pleasure.
‘There’s only one thing left for us to do,’ he murmured, and Lucy looked drowsily at his dear face.
‘Does it involve the bed?’
‘That too. But, no, I was more thinking of marriage, and sooner rather than later.’
It was something she hadn’t broached, knowing how he felt about that ultimate step after what he had been through, and her heart swelled at the love darkening his eyes when he looked at her.
‘How soon, my darling?’
‘As soon as possible?’
‘I’ll get on to it right now...’
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