brushed her lips along the underside of his jaw. “Maybe it’s time to let go of our ghosts and concentrate on our life to gether, our love for one another.”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Aye, on us and the little one.”
She entwined her fingers with his. “Are you happy about the baby?”
He smiled. Leaning over her, he nuzzled her stomach before he lifted his eyes back to hers. “In truth, I’ve never been happier than I am now. You and the bairn wil want fer nothin’.”
“If we have you, we won’t need anything else.”
“You have me, Aileanna, al of me—heart, body, and soul.”
Epilogue
Ali eased her son’s flailing arm through the sleeve of the long, white, lacy gown and kissed his little rosebud mouth before he let out a lusty wail.
She glanced over to Rory as he closed the door to their room. He released a long-suffering sigh, a tortured look on his gorgeous face. She bit back a grin.
“Doona’ you laugh, yer no’ the one who has to put up with him. Please tel me he’s leavin’ after the bairns’
christenin’.”
Ali heard the rustling in the cradle and said, “Bring me Jamie, Rory. Alex is ready.” She held the baby up for his father’s inspection.
“Aye, he looks charmin’ in his wee gown.” Rory shook his head while he fingered the lace. He pressed his lips to Alex’s inky black curls, then gave Ali a mind-numbing kiss until the baby squawked in protest. Rory grinned. “Ye have the look of me, laddie, but ye have the temper of the old goat down below, and yer mother.”
He gave Ali a playful slap on the behind as he walked over to the cradle and lifted Jamie into his arms. “And yer as bonny as yer mother with yer father’s easygoing tempera
ment.” He kissed his son’s cheek and laid him on the bed beside his brother. 342
Ali rol ed her eyes, then began to dress Jamie.
“Hurry up now. If we’re quick with the celebratin’ we’l have them on their way while it’s stil light,” Rory urged impatiently.
“That’s not very nice. He’s my father.”
“Aileanna, I’m no’ jokin’. The man wil make me daft if he’s here much longer. And you ken I love yer aunt, but she’s always flittin’ aboot and I’m no’ gettin’ enough time alone with you.”
Ali arched a brow. “I seem to recal last night we had quite a bit of time alone.”
He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Aye.” His voice was deep and husky. “But I’m a verra greedy mon, with an insatiable appetite fer my bonny wife.”
“Just like your sons.” She hummed in pleasure when he nuzzled her neck.
“Please, mo chridhe, promise me you’l send them home.” His heated breath caressed her ear.
“I’l —” Ali didn’t get a chance to finish what she was about to say. Her father barged into the room fol owed by her aunt, Mrs. Mac, Fergus, and Iain.
“Can ye no’ leave my daughter alone long enough to get the bairns ready?”
“Aileanna,” Rory growled in her ear.
“The boys are ready. Look at them—aren’t they adora
ble?” Mrs. Mac and her aunt al but shoved her aside to get to the babies, oohing and aahing over them. Before Ali could get out another word, the two women made off with Alex and Jamie. The three men fol owed close behind and ordered the women to have a care, instructing them on how they should be holding the babies. Ali turned in her husband’s arms. Threading her fingers through his thick, black hair, she tugged his mouth down to hers. “See, there are some benefits to keeping them around,” she said against his lips. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Debbie Mazzuca thinks she has the best job in the world. She spends her days cavorting through the wilds of seventeenth-century Scotland with her sexy highland heroes and her equal y fabulous heroines. Back in the twentyfirst century you can find her living in Ottawa, Ontario with her husband, two of their three children, and a yappy Yorkie. You can visit Debbie on the Web at www.debbiemazzuca.com.
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