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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] traced her face with tenderness. "I'll give you anything you want." She felt a thickness in her throat. "I only want you. But I'll take care of you, too, my darling." His indrawn breath was audible. He looked at her with such poignant tenderness that she blushed. He bent and kissed her soft eyes, with fierce gentleness. "Brianne!" he whispered. He drew in another steadying breath and looked at her hungrily for a long time before he spoke. "What's wrong?" she asked softly. His fingers touched her soft mouth and he stared at it, struggling with words he didn't want to say. "I can't...lose you," he whispered. "Dear God, Brianne, I can't lose you...!" Incredibly, his voice broke on the words. "My darling!" She reached up and drew him hungrily down to her, kissing him everywhere she could reach, cradling him, overwhelmed with the wonder of his love for her. She felt his broad, warm face at her throat, felt the unashamed wetness against it as she murmured softly and kissed him with breathless tender- ness. "I'll do my best to live as long as you do, but you can't leave me, either!" she whispered on a watery chuckle. Her arms contracted hungrily around him. "Oh, Pierce, I do love you so much!" His arms became almost bruising as he reacted to the passion in her voice and the love for her that knocked the breath out of him. She felt his mouth at her ear. "I love you, Brianne," he whispered back. "Je t'aime si beaucoup!" Not only did he love her, he told her he loved her in two languages, she mused, dazed with wonder and joy. She held him closer, and closed her own very wet eyes to savor the sound of it. Pierce loved her, and there was going to be a child. They had a lifetime ahead of them to share. It was the happiest moment of her life. Margo's image didn't fade immediately, but over the months it became less a part of their lives as she grew large with the baby, and Pierce discovered me unadulterated joy of approaching fatherhood. She had two closets full of baby toys and a nursery already equipped with every modern convenience known to man. Pierce chose a new wedding band, with her, and 379 378 Diana Palmer he wore it now, instead of the ring Margo had given him. Everyone knew that she was pregnant, because long before she began wearing smart maternity clothing, Pierce was announcing it with beaming pride to anyone willing to listen. The baby was born on the very day that Phil-ippe Sabon became regent of his country, so there was no question of them being able to attend the ceremony. But despite the importance of the day in Sabon's life, he still managed a bouquet of white roses for Brianne and a word of congratulations to the Muttons on the birth of their young son, Edward Laurence. A weary Brianne kissed her exuberant husband while he gazed with awe and fascination at the tiny child in her arms, feeding hungrily at her breast.. "Thank you for not fussing about the roses," she whispered with a tired smile. He chuckled. "Oh, I can forgive a rose or two, since he's an ocean away from us," he murmured. "God, Brianne, isn't he beautiful?" he exclaimed, watching the child. "Very beautiful indeed," she agreed. She searched her husband's dark face and smiled. Once in Paris The baby's fingers curled around one of bis and he smiled, too. "And you thought I was too young," she chided. He chuckled. "That was before I realized how young you were going to make me. What a present," he murmured, bending to kiss his son's little head. "I can't think of anything of equal value to give you." "He's mine, too," she reminded him. She reached up and touched his hard mouth gently. "We might give each other a daughter next time." He pursed his lips and gave her a rakish grin. "Okay." She laughed. Life was so sweet She spared a thought for poor Philippe, who would never know the glory of holding his child in his arms. But it was only the one thought The rest were centered wholly on the two most beloved males in the world, in her arms. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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