Chapter Seventeen
It was mid-December before Ryan and Gillian were finally able to move into their new home. Bundled up in a winter coat and mittens, Ryan carried in suitcase after suitcase of Gillian's haute couture wardrobe. Meanwhile, the nearly six months pregnant princess unloaded and arranged the contents into their new closets.
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"I think that's everything," Ryan said as he took off his toboggan and sat at the kitchen counter.
"Oh, my poor darling. I would have helped if you'd let me." She says, as he pulls her into his lap.
"No way, it's not good for the baby." He rests his hand on her stomach, feeling the little kicks and wiggles of their growing child. A timer goes off and Gillian heads for the stove.
"Are you cooking something?" He asks, surprised.
"Not quite. It's just cocoa, but it's a start." She smiles, handing him a cup. "See? I even used marshmallows."
He takes a sip and smiles back at her. "Gillian, this is the best cocoa I've ever had."
"Aww, you're just saying that."
"No, I mean it, I really do." He puts his hands to her face and kisses her mouth.
She sighs, happy and peaceful.
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Hours later, they lay in front of a roaring fire, wrapped in an enormous flannel blanket.
Gillian is drifting away to a deserted beach. Ryan is sitting next to her, and on her lap is a little boy with the most beautiful blue eyes she has ever seen. Suddenly, she feels the most wonderful kisses trailing over her neck…and her shoulders. She hears herself tell the boy to wait for her, she will be back later.
"Hmmm."
"I’m sorry, did I wake you?" He asks innocently. She laughs and tosses a throw pillow at him.
Settling back again, she unbuttons the front of her soft, cottony nightgown, and gazes at him expectantly. He takes her cue, laying kisses over her collarbone, as his hands move over her breasts.
She grips the waistband of his shorts, jerking them down. Anyone else before is a blurred photograph. There is no comparison to the real thing. The beauty, the panic, the fear, and the ecstasy. At the height of passion, her eyes focus on the burning flames of the fire. The orange, sometimes blue, flickering up and down.
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