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“Just–” She kissed him on the lips. “We are very happy, and this is a magical moment. We spent the holidays together, just us. Had sex, loads of it and we are going to have babies.”
He started in alarm when her eyes filled with tears and started to spillover. “Oh God! What is it? Are you feeling ill?”
“No. No.” She shook her head. “Hormones, raging hormones and they tend to take over. The awful side effect of being pregnant, just one of them, really. I am scared.
Oh God, Beau, I am scared that something bad is going to happen to upset this balance- this magical thing we have going on. The universe is going to turn against us and something–”The rest of her ramblings were curtailed by his lips.
The kiss was slow and erotic, filling her with life and love and something so potent she could hardly bear it. Her tears dried immediately, and warmth filled her to the core and threatened to brim over. It also made her completely forgetful of what she had been saying.
He filled her up totally. He was her man, her lover, her best friend and her husband.
Lifting his lips from hers, he stared at her with glowing emerald eyes that wandered over her face, taking in the sparkle of her dark brown eyes and lips swollen from his kisses.
“No matter what the universe as you put it throws at us, we will deal with it, because we are together," he invoked huskily.
“Promise me one thing.” Somehow, she had this impending doom inside her chest that she could not get rid of.
“Anything.”
“That no matter how hard this gets, we are going to stick together.”
He stared at her with a frown, the flippant remark dying on his lips. “You are really serious about this, aren’t you?”
“I am.” She nodded. “I would like your promise.”
“I am here, no matter what. In sickness and in health–” he punctuated each word with butterfly kisses that started on her left cheek. “In good times…” Another kiss grazed the seams of her lips. “Bad, worse– impossible…”
His tongue caressed her full bottom lip. “Until death, which translates that you are stuck with me.” Tipping her chin up, he studied her exquisite face. “I am here, that’s something that has been decided for me since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Beau," she whispered.
“I adore you," he whispered back before crushing her lips with his.
*****
But she could not sleep. Making sure her husband was, she settled in his arms and spent several hours in deep contemplation. They had made love again, before he declared that enough was enough.
“I don’t want to wear you out and I am still convinced that we did too much today. I will never forgive myself if anything happens to you.” So, he had made her some tea to quiet her slightly queasy stomach.
She was trying to tell herself that she was being silly. But the feeling persisted. She was pregnant with multiples. Three fetuses were growing inside her womb. She did the reading, extensively.
She was never going to carry all three to full-term. And as the pregnancy progressed, there would be bad moments. She had been reading about women who had gone through multiple births, and it was scaring her.
One woman, Linda from Long Island wrote that for the entire time when she was carrying her triplets, she could not leave the house.
“I was as sick as a dog. Everything upsets me at that time. I hated my husband, and was miserable the entire time. I could not eat for the first three months because everything tasted like crap.
I threw up constantly and had to be in and out of the hospital. My blood pressure was elevated. I got gestational diabetes, and my iron level was low. I am not saying this to scare anyone wanting to go the route of multiples.
I am just preparing you for the worst-case scenario. I almost lost all three babies twice and when I reached six months, I had to spend the rest of the time in the hospital. Ladies, it was a long and rocky road, and I would not do it again. I love my children, and they are a blessing, but the journey was arduous.”
Something was telling Georgie that her journey was going to be just as arduous and long. Turning her head slightly, she gazed at the handsome face of her husband. A lock of blonde hair had fallen over his forehead, giving him an appealingly boyish look.
His lashes were long, a slightly darker shade than his hair and she smiled at how embarrassed he would get when she mentioned how like a girl’s they were. His nose was straight, his lips sensuous. She felt her heart quicken as she continued to stare at him.
He was beautiful, a complete work of art and she loved him. Most people remembered him as shallow—a notorious flirt withnot a care in the world, but she knew a different side. And she also knew why he portrayed that image before. He showed her a different side to the pretty rich boy. He had substance and his capacity to love was incredible.
She had no doubt that he loved her. He had shown her so many times and in so many ways. He was intelligent and articulate. He was also very competitive, they both were. Games of tennis and other sports took on a whole different aspect whenever they started playing.