Siren's Song

by Constance O'Banyon

  His breath seemed trapped in his throat. "What would you feel about giving birth to my child?" Her answer was more important to him than he could show.

  "Oh, Judah, I do so want this baby. It is a part of you that I can have with me, even when you are not here. I want many children." She raised her eyes to his. "Do you?"

  He grabbed her to him, holding her, kissing her face, and wishing his body would stop trembling. He wanted to tell her many things, but he did not trust his voice at the moment.

  Tears glistened in Dominique's eyes because she could see by Judah's expression that he was deeply affected by the news of the baby. She pulled away from him and raised her hand to softly touch his face.

  "Judah, I feel such pain because you have been so terribly hurt."

  He laughed and tugged at the ribbon on her chemise. "There is no hurt left in me. Knowing you has allowed me to live again—to believe again."

  "Then you are happy about the baby?"

  "Extremely so. Come into my arms and I shall show you the magnitude of my joy."

  And she did.