The Wrong Wife(69)

By: Eileen Wilks



"Lucy," he corrected her, smiling. Due to the baby's position during the sonogram, its sex remained a matter of hot debate. The doctor insisted it was a boy. Her nurse claimed it was definitely a girl. Cassie and Gideon had made a game of guessing. If one of them said Sally, the other automatically said Peter or Joshua.



Gideon cupped her belly with firm, warm fingers. "Cassie…"



She laid her hand over his and waited for him to continue.



"Tell me again," he said, "that you think I'll be okay at this fatherhood stuff."



"You'll be wonderful," she said softly. Gideon still couldn't bring himself to say he was afraid, but she knew he was. Once he'd faced his biggest fear—that of turning into his father—much of the bitterness and hatred he'd felt for the man had drained away, freeing him. But other fears lingered. "You took good care of Charlie, Gideon," she told him, repeating an assurance he needed to hear every so often. "What happened to him wasn't your fault in any way. You'll take good care of our child, too."



He was silent, his big body still and tense. Then, slowly, he relaxed. "Yes," he said, his voice husky. "Yes, I did take care of him. At least I tried." His fingers slid up to her waist in a slow caress. "Something occurred to me. About Charlie."



His hand started back down, which was dreadfully unfair if he wanted her to pay attention to what he was saying. "Hmm?"



"Charlie was a sunny child, bright and happy in spite of being my father's son. So my aunt was wrong about what is, and isn't, possible for the Wilde men."



"She certainly was." Just then Gideon's fingers reached the tangle of fiery curls at the top of her thighs. And stopped. She sucked in a breath. "Gideon?"



His palm rested warmly on the lower part of her stomach, while the tips of his fingers toyed with those curls. "I'm going to want more than one child," he announced. "Which is just as well, since you seem to get pregnant awfully easily. How many children do you want me to give you, Cassie?"



"Lots," she said indistinctly as his fingers slid farther down. "Though maybe we should practice awhile… Gideon? You can't be ready yet."



"Mmm," he said, his mouth pressed to her neck as he lavished attention on her with his fingers in the most delightful way.



"Are you—oh, yes. Like that." She gathered her fading resources of concentration and managed to say, "I did sort of take advantage of you the first time we came here."



"Thank God," he said. "If you hadn't, I might have ended up with the wrong wife."



"You weren't very bright about that sort of thing," she agreed breathlessly. "You kept picking blondes."



"I've come to my senses. I like redheads much better, now," he assured her, and did his best to prove the truth of his words.





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