The study door opened then, and Morgan spun on his heel, heart in his throat. The dowager stood at the threshold, looking weary but wearing a smile. “You have a daughter, my lord.”
Happiness and love broke open inside him, and his knees actually shook from the force of his emotion. “And Leonie?”
“She is well.” The dowager’s smile deepened. “You may go and see her now, if you like.”
He was already in motion, his strides eating up the distance between him and his beloved wife—and now—beloved daughter. Monty called something after him, and unless it was mistaken, it was something about thighs, followed by the dowager’s scandalized exclamation.
But he did not care. He passed the physician, giving the man his thanks, and it was all a blur of halls and carpets and doors until at last all he saw was his wife, looking like a goddess, her white-blonde curls rioting about her flushed face, a swaddled babe in her arms, a happy smile upon her lips.
“Morgan,” she greeted him. “Come and meet your daughter.”
He went to her side, pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, and gazed down in wonder at the tiny, pink, utterly perfect face of his daughter. She had Leonie’s nose and lips, he noted with pride. “She is beautiful, just like her mother. How are you, Leonie?”
“I am well. Tired, but well.” She reached up with one hand, cupping his face. “And so very happy.”
He could not resist kissing those generous lips before placing a kiss on their daughter’s forehead as well. “What shall we name her?”
“What do you think of Georgina?” Leonie asked. “After your brother.”
Raw, unadulterated love rose within him, an uncontrollable flood. He traced their daughter’s soft cheek. “Lady Georgina. I cannot think of a name more fitting.” He turned his attention once more to his wife, soaking in all the love he saw reflected back at him. “I love you, Leonie. I love you both so much it takes my breath.”
Her smile made his heart sing. “We love you, too. Today, tomorrow, and every day that comes after. Forever.”
Tears stung his eyes as he gazed upon his wife and the tiny life they had created. “Forever,” he echoed, for he liked the sound of that.
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling author Scarlett Scott writes steamy Victorian and Regency historical romances with strong, intelligent heroines and sexy alpha heroes. She lives in Pennsylvania with her Canadian husband, their adorable identical twins, and one TV-loving dog.
A self-professed literary junkie and nerd, she loves reading anything but especially romance novels, poetry, and Middle English verse. When she’s not reading, writing, wrangling toddlers, or camping, you can catch up with her on her website. Hearing from readers never fails to make her day.
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