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He shook his head. “I left this morning, remember? I told you I had to be somewhere.”

“And?”

“We went to the clinic. She is carrying triplets.”

Blake’s face split wide in a happy grin. “You should have led with that. Son, that’s wonderful news.”

“Is it?” Pushing forward, he picked up his glass and took a sip.

His father stared at him with a frown. “Of course it’s good news. Son, I hope you did not show that face when you received the news.”

“I am afraid I did. I could not very well pretend that I was happy about it.”

“Why on earth would you not be?”

Beau gave him an incredulous stare. “Are you kidding me? Have you read about the risks? The symptoms are horrible. And she is already feeling them. My wife has this romantic notion that everything is going to be perfect.

She could lose all three babies. And even if by some miracle, she manages to carry them to term, the babies could have complications.”

“We are living in modern times now and I am certain that both Lucien and Gerald, who happen to be the best in their fields, will ensure that she is getting excellent care. Your wife is highly responsible, and she is going to make certain to take care of herself," he glowered at the younger man. “This is the time she is going to need you the most.”

“I know that.” Beau smiled bitterly. “I keep telling myself to stop thinking about the risks. That this can very well turn out to be a blessing, but I keep thinking about everything that could go wrong.”

“Yes, it will be a long and rough road, but you have each other and the best care, money can buy. If it means she must have someone—a private nurse at her beck and call, then so be it. I am here to lend whatever support I can as well.”

His expression softened. “Son, you are in love with your wife and being in love the way we tend to be, makes us vulnerable and afraid.

Hell, when your mother was pregnant with you, I almost drove her crazy with my hovering. It became so bad that she threatened to divorce me if I continued that way.” A smile touched his lips and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought.

“She had a hard time with it. She would get sick every morning that God sent. Nothing would stay down, but she was a trooper, and she bore it well.

She ate what she could stand, even if it was something she had never liked in the first place. Georgie reminds me of her. She is a determined young woman, and she is strong. Go home and show her that you are in her corner.”

*****

She was propped up in bed with a bowl of fat red grapes on a tray in front of her when he went into the bedroom.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She eyed him warily as he came forward. “I thought you were going to be late.”

“I decided to wrap things up. How are you?”

“I am great. I ate a bowl of homemade chicken soup, filled with vegetables and drank some tea. My stomach did not rebel, and I am hoping that will last.” She watched as he came closer and moved his hand from behind his back.

“Flowers. What have you done?”

“Nothing except being an ass. They are your favorite.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he handed her the fragrant cabbage roses.

“So, they are. You haven’t brought me flowers in a long time.”

“True.” His eyes scoured her face hungrily. “All through the drive here, I was thinking of words to say how sorry I am. This is hard for me.”

“I know.” Putting the bouquet on the elegant cherry wood side table, she took his hand.

“And I also owe you an apology.”

“For what?”